Bitch.
Markus laughs at that while shaking his head. “Well, get
excited.”
“Yeah, I’ll work on that,” I say offhandedly as my dad blows the whistle.
Then it’s time to work.
Practice is no different than it usually is. It’s hard, it’s ruthless, and I spend most of my time breathless. I wish I could say it was because of the strenuous workout, but it has a lot to do with watching Jayden shoot a puck. He is absolutely the hottest dude I’ve ever seen shoot a puck. His whole body moves, and then like a strike of lightning, the puck is flying toward the net, going past Shane in an effortless way. He isn’t out of breath. He’s a fucking beast! It’s insane.
And so fucking hot.
“Fastest shot I’ve seen in the college league,” Dad calls out with a shake of his head, and pride bursts in my chest. “Good job, Sinclair.”
Yup, I had sex with that guy last night.
“Why are you grinning like that?” Jace asks, and my grin drops.
“Shut up,” I say, throwing my shoulder into his chest and knocking him into the board.
“Hey!”
“Hey,” I say back as I skate backward, sending him a playful grin.
Dad blows the whistle and then we are running drills. I skate down ice fast with Jace and Markus. Jace carries the puck, but when he is about to shoot, someone poke checks it out, but then Jayden is there, stealing it back, turning before quickly sending it to me. I knew he was going to do it, so I’m ready, and just as quickly as he passes it, I slap shot it into the back of the goal with ease.
“Great shot, Moore,” he calls to me and I nod.
“Thanks,” I call out as we set up for the next drill.
Over and over again, we successfully bang out each drill. By the end of practice, my dad is grinning, which doesn’t happen often. Folding his arms across his chest, he looks out at all of us as we gather around him. Everyone is breathing hard and I’m not any better, but Jayden is breathing normally. He really should be in the NHL, but then again, if he were, then I doubt we would have met. Or we probably would have, but I would have never seen him again.
What a depressing thought.
“Great practice, guys, I’m really pleased with the performance today. The lines we have are the lines we’ll play with tomorrow. I’ll announce starters before the game next Friday, so don’t think you have it because you’re on the ice first. Remember—rest, no parties or crazy drinking on practice and game nights. I’m sure our captain has that under control,” he says, his gaze falling on Jayden, and he nods.
“Yes, sir, curfew is being enforced,” he says in his deep, captain’s voice, and chills run down my spine. I wonder what the punishment for skipping curfew would be. I doubt it’d be the sexual kind.
Oh my God, I’m turning into Delanie.
“Good,” he says with a nod. “All right, hit the showers, boys. Except Moore and Sinclair.”
My heart sinks. What the hell did I do?
“Me or him, Coach?” Jace asks, and Dad shakes his head.
“Sorry, Big Sinclair.”
Jayden chuckles as he stands. “Well, he means me.”
“You may be bigger than me, bro, but my dick—” Jace begins, but then my dad cuts him a look and he hightails it off the ice as Jayden comes to stand beside me. He shoots me a look, and I glance at him nervously. Does Dad know? Shit.
“So today was good,” Dad says with a nod, and my nerves flutter away. He doesn’t know anything. If he did, he would just start screaming at us. “I think not having the competition between you two is good. Now we can work on being a team.”
We both nod as Jayden says, “I agree.”
“Yeah. Me too.”