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I kept my gaze locked on Blake as he went up to her with the new jersey, not looking away until she put it on.
Damn fucking right.
I got back on the ice, gritting my teeth. We were tied 1-1 with the clock ticking down. I may have loved my old team, but I didn’t want to fucking lose to them tonight.
“We’ve got this, Disney,” I barked at Walker as he stopped yetanotherof Lincoln’s shots. Lincoln had only scored once tonight, which was a testament to how fucking good Walker was.
Lincoln and I battled along the boards, vying for control of the puck. Our sticks clashed, the sound echoing around us.
With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to gain the upper hand, my body leveraging against Lincoln's to send the puck skidding toward the other side of the rink.
“Have to do better than that, Daniels!” I called to him.
The puck sailed through the air, a blur against the icy backdrop, and there, waiting, was Tommy.
Tommy stopped the puck and didn't miss a beat, swiftly taking control and racing towards the goal. Cas Peters tried to stop him…but he…wasn’t me.
Tommy's shot was swift and true. Dalton, caught off guard, made a desperate dive, but it was a futile effort. The puck found its mark, slipping past his outstretched glove and into the net with a satisfying thud.
Right as the buzzer sounded.
Dallas was stunned as we dogpiled Tommy for the game winning score. 9 out of 10 times we would lose to them, but not tonight. Not fucking tonight.
A few minutes later, Lincoln gave me a hug and I was high-fiving my old teammates, feeling like I was on top of the world.
I’d played my brains out. Cas Peters had sucked. And everything in me said I’d be back here with Blake next year.
Life was fucking good.
* * *
Blake
The Dallas club pulsed with life, vibrant lights and music that enveloped us as soon as we stepped inside. The air was thick with anticipation and the unmistakable energy of a Saturday night out in the city. It had been a whirlwind of emotions at the game, but now it was time to celebrate with Lincoln, Monroe, and, of course, Ari.
Ari's hand was warm against mine as he led me through the crowd, our fingers laced together, the feel of him possessive and reassuring. The music reverberated in my chest, setting a rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against my ear as he shouted over the music.
"Ready to have some fun, sunshine?"
"Absolutely," I replied, getting overwhelmed with how freaking gorgeous he looked, his dark hair falling into his face.
The club was a sensory overload, neon lights, swirling patterns, and the intoxicating scent of perfumes and colognes mingling in the air. The DJ held court at the center of it all, his booth a shrine to the pulsating beats controlling everyone on the floor. The crowd gyrated and swayed to the music, a sea of bodies lost in the rhythm.
We were on the dance floor hours later, and Ari’s gaze was intense, his green eyes locked onto mine as if nothing else in the world mattered. I was molded against him, and somehow I wasn’t close enough.
The thumping bass reverberated through our bodies, a heartbeat that echoed our own.
Ari's hands were everywhere, trailing along the curves of my body, igniting sparks of desire that flared with each touch.
The music had shifted as the hours passed, transitioning to a slower, sultrier melody. Ari pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together as we swayed in time to the sensual rhythm. I moaned as his knee rubbed against my clit through the leather leggings I had on.
“Is my baby feeling needy?” he purred, starlight dancing in his green gaze.
“Yes,” I whispered as he pressed his leg against my aching core once more.
Ari looked around the club as his hands continued to torture me with sensual strokes.
"Let's fix that," Ari finally said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the edge of the dance floor, leading me down a dark hallway. He pressed me against the wall, his hand fisted in my hair as his body curled around me. My entire body relaxed, melting into him.
