Reading the Play (Watkins Glen Gladiators #5) by V.L. Locey

Author:V.L. Locey [Locey, V.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-04-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Marcus

“Left wing!” I yelled at my team, eager to let them know that our left winger was open and ahead of the puck carrier. One of our defensemen heard me, moved over, and made a smooth breakout that took the action back to the Gladiators end of the ice.

I stood up to watch what was taking place down there. Baskoro was having a hell of a time tonight but was somehow fighting back to keep his team in the game. We’d gone through three periods tied 1–1 in a game that was incredibly scrappy. So scrappy, in fact, that it looked like a simple shot on goal that Baskoro had easily blocked was now turning into a shoving match.

Greco—wonders of wonders—was flapping his mouth at Crispy, who had reached the end of his rope with the mouthy little shit. Crispy shoved Greco. Greco slashed Crispy. And that was all it took. The players on the ice fell on each other. The players on the benches began shouting, and that led to a brawl that flowed over the boards like rainwater over the edge of a clogged gutter. The fans were ecstatic to say the least. Everyone was on their feet. I sighed. This was not what I had wanted. Shit, I’d not even wanted the overtime. Basky and I were going to sneak off after the game to my place, eat some Thanksgiving leftovers, and hopefully touch dicks again. Time was of the essence because his team was leaving at the ass crack of dawn tomorrow to continue their road trip south, so this nonsense was stealing time from the secret rendezvous that I’d been fantasizing about for weeks now.

The refs were outnumbered. Fists and gloves were flying, and the fans, always ready to incite more blood and violence ala the gladiator on the front of the visiting teams jersey, began chanting my name and Baskoro’s.

HUDA NEWLEY HUDA NEWLEY HUDA NEWLEY

The chants filled the rink. It suddenly seemed like a good idea. Maybe the other goofballs would stop the bullshit if we had a good, old-fashioned goalie fight. So, I pulled off my mask, threw my blocker and catcher aside, and with a roar skated down the ice. The fans went wild. Baskoro saw me coming. He threw aside his gear and met me at center ice. I took a loose swing that missed, obviously. Basky thumped me on the shoulder. And we went down, him on top of me, his long hair coming loose from its holder. The play fight turned into something incredibly sensual as we rolled this way and that, both of us battling to get on top and not for the reason that the fans were hollering for. Oh no, there was no wish to wallop the other man. My sole desire was to pin him to the ice, press my hard cock into his tight hole, and fuck him.

Given the fire in his dark eyes, he had the same thought. Sadly, the refs showed up.

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