Rule Breaker (New Orleans Bourdons Book 1) by Lisa B. Kamps

Author:Lisa B. Kamps [Kamps, Lisa B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BimHaven Press
Published: 2020-05-26T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Nathan

Muscles stretched and burned, a fire in my thighs and calves as I dug in and pushed. The fire wasn't a pain to be shied away from, it was a sensation to revel in. To embrace. To feel. The same way I felt the breeze wash over my sweaty face. The same way the cold air filled my heaving lungs.

This was physical exertion. The kind my body craved, the kind it demanded. It meant I was working, doing what I loved the most, accomplishing something. I might bitch about sore muscles later, or complain about the smell of stale ice and sweat that lingered in my nose for hours after practice, but they weren't things I'd trade for the world. The sweat, the pain, the long hours and pushing my body to its limits and beyond—those were the payments for doing what I loved most and I'd gladly pay them ten times over if it meant I wouldn't have to stop.

And I wouldn't—as long as I didn't fuck up again.

I tapped my blade against the ice, reached with my stick to catch the puck that Nicholas Shore had passed a little too wide. Stretching, reaching, feeling the reverberation with my entire body as the puck made contact with my stick. It was a sensation I couldn't explain, almost like the stick was a part of me, living and breathing and feeling. The only other people who would understand were the men skating around the ice with me, pushing and swearing and sweating as much as I was.

I spun to my right and came to a sharp stop a split second before sending the puck sailing through the air. It flew end-over-end, its wobbly trail a far cry from the smooth and straight shot I'd hoped for. My gaze followed the puck as it sailed toward the net and I waited, my breath held, as Luke slid to his right to catch it before it hit the back of the net.

His sliding leg jerked to an abrupt stop as his skate blade caught on something. Instead of the smooth catch I'd been expecting him to make, he pitched to the side and landed on his shoulder with a loud oath that echoed in the cold damp air a second before my shot hit home.

"Fucking shit! Dammit!" Luke pushed to his knees, sat back on his heels, then started beating his stick against the ice like some crazy man on a rampage of retribution. A few seconds later, the stick went sailing toward the boards, hitting the corner before sliding harmlessly away.

"This fucking ice is fucking shit!" Luke pushed to his feet, his right leg wobbling under him. He caught the top pipe with one hand, steadying himself as he rolled his right foot in small circles.

A few of us had skated up to him by now. Dylan. Nicholas. Tristan. Sean Worthington. Me. We hadn't been together very long, this team of misfits and castoffs, but it had been long enough to know that Luke didn't go off very often.

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