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“You’re such a perfect, good girl,” I crooned as I helped her out of the back seat, and she swayed into me, her eyes dazed. Blake fucking loved to be praised.
And I loved praising her.
I helped her into the front seat and buckled her seatbelt before getting back into the car and resuming our journey. I was barely going to make it in time for warmups, but who the fuck cared? I was riding a high I never wanted to come down from. I could spend every second with this girl, and never get tired of it. I would keep her, no matter what.
"I think I’ve established a new pregame ritual,” I said happily as I nodded my head to one of Olivia Rodrigo’s new songs. Everything on the album was a winner.
“Sex in your backseat?” she mused.
“Yes.” I nodded my head. “It’s necessary for me to even be able to skate, I think.”
“Oh really? That sounds like pretty good sex.”
I held up a hand. “Perfect sex, sunshine. In a perfect cunt. Let’s not downplay it.”
She blushed and ducked her head. “That sounds like a good ritual to me…” she whispered.
I held up a hand to my ear. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Can you say it again?”
She shot me an annoyed look. “I said, that—”
“I can fuck you whenever I want, including before games, during games, and after games? Sounds great. I’m in,” I yelled over her as I pulled into my parking spot at the arena.
She snorted and I gave her a victorious grin. I leaned over and rubbed my nose against hers. “Now tell me I’m your favorite hockey player, Blakey-poo."
Her eye roll was so intense, I swear they disappeared into her head. That took talent.
“Say it, sunshine…I will stay out here all day.”
“You’re my favorite hockey player, you idiot.”
I brushed a soft kiss against her lips, savoring the taste of her. "That's all I needed to hear, sweetheart. We will work on the “idiot” part. Now let's go before I get benched."
* * *
Once we were inside, I went to warm up, but my eyes kept drifting back to Blake the entire time. I couldn't help it.
“Lancaster, you’ve got it bad,” Walker drawled as he came up to where I was leaning on my stick, staring at her longingly.
I sighed like a lovesick puppy. “It’s true.” I glanced at him as he went down into the fucking splits…because goalies were show-offs.
“You have anyone special out there, Disney? A “princess” for “Prince Charming”?”
He scoffed at the nickname, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was his name now.
He should ask Disney for royalties.
“It hasn’t happened yet.”
“Disney royalties?” I mused, turning my head to watch Blake’s ass when she bent down to get something.
“What? Disney royalties?” Walker asked, confused.
“Continue,” I sighed, gesturing with my glove while he did splits the other way.
“My family believes in soulmates. Like, you see a girl and just know…”
I nodded, wondering if I was actually a long lost member of the Davis clan since I too believed in soulmates.
