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Maybe I’ll be able to stay out of trouble that way.
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
DRAVEN
Noor thinks she can hide, but I swear, I can smell her fucking shampoo. It’s fresh and clean, and I would swear that the eucalyptus and tea tree scent still clings to my nose. It pisses me the fuck off.
I’m stalking through the skating rink building to the larger, more experienced side when I see a flash of wild, dark brown curls go by. Frowning, I stop and watch as Noor says hello to the group that’s waiting for her.
“That’s the therapist at the school,” Alastair says. “The guy in the shop was the one who held me up against the wall with a gun to my head.”
“Damn,” I mutter. “He looks like a fucking thug, but he was so patient with Noor earlier.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I think that he’s a dangerous man to get on the wrong side of, and Moo has him wrapped around her finger.” Alastair snarls.
“Think she’s fucking him?” Ciaran asks jokingly, watching as the group moves to the side to sit and put their skates on.
“Oh, that would be great if she ruined Rachelle Denton’s do-gooder life by fucking him,” I say, grinning. “I think it’s something to keep in our back pocket if Twinkles continues to be a problem. Force her out of this little foster family bubble.”
“Then no one will protect her,” Alastair remarks with a smirk. “Let’s go skate. We can keep an eye on her from a distance.”
“Do we have to keep our distance?” I pout, walking to a bench to put on my skates.
“You’re welcome to get your nuts fried off,” Alastair grumbles. “I won’t kiss them and make them better.”
“Speaking of, how are yours?” I ask, chuckling as I lace up my skates.
“They’re sore,” he complains. “I’m still icing them. Kelsie has been reminding me of my game day ritual, and I think she wants to suck my dick this weekend. I don’t think I can face a girl touching me after the taser incident.”
“Poor baby,” Ciaran teases. “We can bunk in your room to keep her away this weekend. Someone has to blow me though. I’m currently on a girl strike.”
“They’re a lot of trouble,” I agree absently, before standing.
We walk out on our skates to the ice and push off onto the smooth surface.
“We also have too much shit on our plates,” Alastair grunts. “Kelsie is…Kelsie. I have to fuck her to keep her happy. It’s so much easier to keep the high school girls in line with her at the helm. I’ll probably slow down on the partying too. It’s senior year. We have to lock in and get shit done.”
“Could that mean fucking with the new girl?” I ask curiously as I skate.
Ciaran adjusts his weight as he glides beside me, thinking about my question.
“Her face is kind of pretty,” he muses. “She’s so skinny though. Do you think she has an eating disorder?”
“Honestly? I don’t,” I reply. “You saw her medical records. She can’t keep weight on because of her condition. That’s not going to keep me from wanting to see her tits or fuck her cunt.”
“Family establishment,” Alastair reminds me, smirking as we pick up speed to get away from the other skaters. Yeah, I need to watch my mouth. The owners here have a thing about cursing too. “The girls stripped her and Kelsie said she’d have a decent body if there was some meat on her bones. She does have nice tits though.”
“Kelsie has absolutely no filter,” I chuckle, glancing over at the smaller rink to see Noor skating easily. “Ah, do you see that?”
Ciaran's green eyes flick in the direction that my jaw dips before frowning.
“I see I was wrong in thinking she’d be flailing around like a baby deer,” he says. “She actually looks half decent.”
Noor turns so she’s skating backward, her gaze over her shoulder so she can watch where she’s going. Her features are intense as she takes herself through her paces, reminding me of myself when I’m playing hockey.
Whether I’m stretching, practicing, or defending my net between the goal posts as the goalie, I’m dialed in.
