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“I don’t know about that,” I begin, but Coach Wilson holds up his hand.

“Have you ever raised chickens, Ms. Stevens?”

“Um, no.”

“Well, if you get them as chicks, you can never be totally sure if you’ve got a female or male, not until you wake up one day and hear the most pathetic noise. They crow like a rusty gate. That’s like these guys. They come in like little puffed up roosters. Sometimes I get to watch them grow and develop into a player that really has something to crow about.”

We are at the edge of the ice, and Coach Wilson gets in the players’ box. “Come on in. You’ve earned your spot here.”

“Coach, I think I’ve made some mistakes, blurring that line between professionalism and personal.”

“You can never completely separate the two, Priscilla. Professionally, you helped raise a good rooster. Anything else that happened, personally,” - he lowers his voice - “I don't care.”

Did he hire me because he thought I’d be the best at this job? Or the best for Blaze? I realize that he knows. The guys come out, and I go take a seat. Coach Wilson says I raised a good rooster, and I think Blaze would agree. He’d definitely say I’ve raised his cock.

The game is fast, exciting and passes quickly. Canuck has only let in one goal. The bad news is, that’s the exact same amount the other goalie let in too. They’re tied, and there isn’t much time left in the game. Whoever takes the next point wins. If no one scores, it’s going to be decided in a sudden death shoot-out.

I cheer when Blaze gets the puck. He takes it up ice like a rocket; his speed is really incredible. He gets to the end of the ice with the puck, but there’s no shot for him. He doubles back and flings it over to Player. It works! Player slides it right between the goalie’s legs for the winning goal.

I shriek, but you can’t hear it because the entire arena is doing the same. I rush down to the players’ box and out onto the ice. Blaze skates over to me. He grabs the sides of my face and kisses me hard. “I love you.” He says it, and I blank out. Just blinking. Like he stole all my words with his kiss.

“I love you too.” They tumble out of my mouth. Blaze kisses me again, and I swear everything around us stops making noise.

“Hey, Blaze,” Player interrupts and forces the world to exist again.

“Yeah?” he answers, looking over at his team captain.

“You killed it out there. You kept your word, man.” He pats his hockey glove on top of Blaze’s helmet, and they both give each other a quick hug that looks more like they’re trying to stop a fire from spreading across each other’s jerseys.

Player skates off and Blaze slides his arm across my shoulder. It feels nice to be out in the open, no longer hiding our love in the shadows. It feels great to be honest.

“Congratulations on your brand new relationship.” Coach Wilson walks over and gives us a wink.

“Thank you.” I laugh.

Blaze nods, picking up his meaning right away. “Thanks, Coach,” he answers. He pulls me into him closer and whispers in my ear, “You’re not my dirty little secret anymore.”

31

Epilogue Blaze

I hold Prissy against my chest. It feels so good to be able to spend nights in my room whenever the fuck we feel like it. Prissy’s house is still usually off limits more than on, and that’s why she’s been spending most of her nights here since we won the tournament.

I run my fingers through her dark hair and down her exposed shoulder. She’s got the rest of her body hidden under the sheets with me. “Fuck you’re beautiful,” I murmur and rest my head on hers.

“Save your flattery… we already did it twice. I need to get up and pee already.” She smiles, rolling back a bit.

I kiss her forehead. “I’m not trying to fuck you again. I’m serious.”

Prissy tilts her head back until she can look into my eyes. “Well, thank you.” She blushes when she sees the sincerity in them. “But I still seriously need to get up,” she whispers.

“Yeah, it’s after ten. If I don’t get up and start packing soon, it’ll be another day of getting nothing done.” I gaze around my room. I’ve barely started packing my things up, and it’s moving week. Hector House has to be cleared out in a few days, but I’ve really been dragging my ass.

“Exactly.” Prissy tosses off the covers and reveals us both in our naked glory.

Slipping my eyes down over her body, I’m starting to think a third time isn’t out of the question after all. Apparently, my cock is addicted to Prissy’s pussy. I’m not sure that there’s a twelve-step program that can help him.

She doesn’t make a fuss about my body being on display. She’s already out of my bed and putting clothes on. I reluctantly get up too, putting on some underwear I pull out of my dresser. There are no clean jeans, so I sniff a couple of pairs and pick the one that smells the least like my hockey bag.

“Are you nervous about going home?” She hooks her bra and quickly pulls a shirt on.

“No, why?”

“Because, you haven’t been packing,” she points out the obvious. My room looks pretty much the exact same as the first time she saw it.

“No, it’s not that. I guess I’m not really excited to head off to hockey camp,” I admit. Now it’s my turn to pull on a shirt and her turn to get her pants on.

“Yeah, I’m going to miss you.” She tilts her head.

“It’s only two weeks. Then we’ll have the rest of the summer together,” I reassure.

“True. And, then I get to finally meet your parents,” she reminds