✨TEASER: RUSH by Ashton Brooks releasing Auguat 14th!
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This shooter takes a slap shot, and I do the only thing I can at this moment: use my body to stop the shot. And fuck me, that is a terrible idea. The puck hits my knee right between where my knee pad ends and my breezers, the padded knee-to-waist protective pants, start. The sting burns, and I can already feel a bruise starting. The ref blows the whistle, and I manage to skate to my bench for the next line to come out.
“Nice stop, Kane,” my coach mutters, tapping my helmet once before moving down the line. I squirt some water in my mouth, breathing deep, and once again scanning the crowd instead of keeping up with the game. This time when I look in the bleachers, Sam is gone. My gaze narrows on her empty spot. I’m about to make up an excuse to get off the bench and go find her when I hear nails tapping on the glass behind me. Whipping around, my gaze lands on the prettiest sight ever. I can’t stop the stupid ass grin that tugs at my lips just seeing her this close. Her cheeks are pink from the cold air, her blue eyes are flashing, and there’s a hint of a playful smile on her lips.
“Pretty Girl.”
“Jameson.” She says my name with a hint of sass that instantly makes my heart race and all my blood flow south. “Are you okay?”
I nod, unable to form any actual words yet.
“Nothing’s broken?”
I shake my head.
“No blood?”
“No,” I mouth at her and watch the look on her face get more serious and determined for me.
“Good. Then get your ass back out there and beat these guys.”
God, I fucking love her. She says it so fiercely that it pulls a laugh from deep in my chest. My eyes roam over my girl, taking in her hands on her hips, and the way she’s staring me down. My throat clamps around the ball of emotion that’s stuck there, so all I can do is nod my head and tap my stick on the glass before hopping back over the boards for my line change. I have a renewed sense of purpose: winning this game for Sam.
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