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Page 51 of Penalized Love

I roll my eyes, tying up my skates.“Just had some things to take care of before practice.”

Knox smirks.“Things like chatting up Coach’s daughter? You seemed overly eager to be the star of America’s Next Top Hockey Star.”

My head snaps up, and I shoot him a warning glare. I really don’t want to deal with his shit this morning.“Fuck off.”

“Hey, you two,”Levi says as he’s sitting next to me.“We’re not dealing with this bull shit today. It’s too fucking early. Got it?”

Knox holds up his hands, his smirk never leaving his face.“Relax, dude. Just making an observation.”

Levi shakes his head, muttering something under his breath as he finishes getting ready. I don’t know what has snuck up Knox’s ass and died, but I’m tempted to punch him so hard that it falls out.

While repeating a mantra to keep my emotions in check, I finish tying my skates and grab my stick, heading out of the locker room without another word. I spot Isla waiting near the entrance to the rink, her camera already in hand. She gives me a small smile as I approach.

“Ready?”she asks, lifting the camera.

“Mmm hmmm,”is the only thing I say. I’m still heated from Knox’s bullshit in the locker room. I don’t want to take it out on her, so it’s best that I keep my responses short and to the point.

We walk to the rink in silence, and as I step onto the ice, I feel the familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. This is where I belong, where everything else fades away, and it’s just me, my stick, and the puck. I take a few laps around the rink, feeling the cold air whip against my face as I pick up speed.

I glance over my shoulder and see Isla standing at the boards, her camera trained on me. For a moment, I feel self-conscious, which is silly. I’m used to being filmed on the ice. But knowing that my every move is being captured on video by her causes me to feel some type of way. Then I remind myself that this is what I signed up for, and I need to push through the discomfort if I want to spend more time with her in this manner.

As the rest of the team joins me on the ice, Coach blows his whistle, signaling the start of practice. We run through a series of drills, focusing on puck handling and shooting. I throw myself into the exercises, finding that although I’m focusing on hockey, Isla isn’t too far from my mind.

As practice winds down, Coach calls us over to the boards for a final pep talk.“Good work out there today, boys,”he says, his eyes sweeping over the group.“Keep this up, and we’ll be in good shape for our next game.”

When we break from the huddle, I can’t help but glance over at Isla, who’s still filming. She catches my eye and gives me a subtle nod, and I find myself licking my lips in response.

Once the entire team is back in the locker room, the next few minutes pass in a blur. None of the guys talk to one another, as we’re all busy getting ready for the rest of the day.

After I’m dressed, I grab my things and head out of the locker room to find Isla waiting for me. She’s fiddling with her camera; I assume she’s reviewing the footage from practice.

“Hey,”I say, approaching her.“How’d it look out there?”

She glances up, a small smile on her face.“Great. I got some excellent footage.”

“Glad to hear it,”I reply, shifting my hockey bag on my shoulder.“So, what’s next on the agenda?”

Isla consults her phone.“Well, according to your schedule, you’ve got class in about thirty minutes. I was thinking I could film you walking to class, maybe get some shots of you on campus, and then I’ll head to my class, and we’ll meet up later. If that’s okay with you, of course.”

“You know my schedule?”I don’t remember sharing that information with her.

She raises an eyebrow at me.“Yes. Because it’s now a part of my job to follow you.”

“Who told you?”

Isla gives me a little shrug.“I’m resourceful.”I stare at her until she responds.“Fine, Dad gave it to me.”

I can’t help but smirk.“Pulling rank to get your way. Okay, but yeah, that works. Let’s do it.”

Isla rolls her eyes, and together, we head out of the arena. Isla walks slightly ahead of me to get some footage of me in motion. It feels a bit strange having her film moments like this, but I remind myself that this is all part of the process.

We wrap up filming and agree to meet on campus near my first class. As I’m driving to the building, I can’t help but be thankful that we both drove to the arena this morning because it gives me an opportunity to take a breather from being around her. My thoughts have been drifting between wanting to reestablish our friendship and wanting to bend her over and fuck her until we’re both satisfied.

Thinking about the bathroom incident doesn’t help matters. The last thing I needed her to see was the hard-on I was sporting just being in her presence.

We both pull up to campus, and I grab my bookbag as I step out of the car. Isla follows suit and locks her car behind her.

“Ready to film some more b-footage?”


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