Page 36 of Monstrous Serpent

Cap makes his way over. “The hell are you all standing around for?”

Hunter growls, nodding toward Coach Reed.

“Otra vez lo mismo. He’s here for the season. Move on.”

I smirk at them both. “Not just this season. Next year too.”

Hunter’s upper lip twitches. “We’ll see.”

I point at Henneman as Rua heads our way. “What’s that all about?”

He chuckles. “Oh, the big guy is just jealous I hooked up with his husband.”

I spin so fast, my edge catches, and I nearly fall on my ass. “What? Married? Who?”

Rua laughs even harder. “Damn, Trembley. Walsh and Henneman.”

“And when you say hooked up, you mean,” Shaw mimics sucking dick.

Cap slaps Shaw upside the head. “Of course that’s what the fuck he means. Whose cock hasn’t Rua sucked?”

I raise my hand. “Mine.”

Rua winks. “We can fix—”

“Enough. We have a game to win.” Hunter grabs the back of my neck and steers me away.

The buzzer goes off. Warm-ups are over. We skate over to the bench. Coach Byfield keeps his pep talk short. Win the corner battles, stay disciplined, don't take stupid penalties. Then he looks directly at me. “Trembley, stay out of the fucking box.”

“I'll do my best.”

His eyes narrow.

“Trembley, you and Kincaid start us off. Watch out for Walsh and Jenkins. They're fast,” Coach Reed says.

I snort. “No shit.”

Hunter knocks into my shoulder as he makes his way to line up. I follow, smirking when I spot Jenkins crouched, waiting for the puck to drop.

Cap gains possession, sending it back to me. I pass to Hunter, who skates it past the red line, then dumps it in.

Henneman chases the puck into the corner and sends it along the boards to Knight. Knight finds Jenkins, and the little Titan takes it into our zone, cutting hard inside. I time his angle, extend my stick, and hook his ankle.

He goes down.

Jenkins pops up, glaring at the ref when no call is made. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

I skate past and tap him on the ass with my stick. “Refs must like me better.”

“Eat shit, Trembley.”

“Buy me dinner first.”

Walsh beats out Hunter, taking control of the puck, then wrapping around the net. Shin sticks his leg out and shuts the door. The rebound goes to Rua, who carries it up ice. Henneman closes fast and checks Rua so hard that he goes headfirst over the boards into the Titans' bench.

I snort. “Damn.”

Rua leaps up, grinning like he just went on a ride at Six Flags.