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2. Coulter

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The vision of her brown eyes watching me as I stroked my hard cock haunted me last night. In my dreams, she took off her dress and slid her panties to the ground standing in front of me in only her high heels before sinking to her knees and taking my cock in her warm, wet mouth.

I could almost feel her throat tighten as my imaginary cock hit the back of her throat.

I let out a little groan, thinking about her. If only she hadn't run away last night.

"Are you okay, man?" Fin bumps my arm, gaining my attention.

"I'm fine." I scowl. Damn, these stupid tryouts. I should be out looking for my mystery girl. Instead, I'm stuck in the hockey arena, picking two newbies for our team.

My scowl deepens. The only one who looks any good has been skating circles around these clowns all day, but he seems like a diva, wearing a full-face mirrored visor that hides his face. And the fact that he brought his own puck bunnies to tryouts is a little over the top. I don't think Fin has ever brought one puck bunny to practice, let alone three like the ones that are here cheering on the newbie.

Hell, I don't even know the newbie"s name. The coach said this year's picks will be completely anonymous, saying their skills should speak for themselves. All we have are their jersey numbers.

"Hey, what do you think about number thirteen?" Fin nods to the hockey diva in the mirrored visor.

"He's got more talent in his little finger than any of the other four put together, but he seems like he might be trouble." My eyes shift to the puck bunnies cheering him on from across the ice.

Fin follows my gaze. "Hell, bringing your own puck bunnies to tryouts is a big baller move. As long as he's willing to share, why do you care?" He smirks.

"Is that all you think about, sex?"

He slouches down in his seat, places his feet on the seat in front of him, and leans back with his hands behind his head, "What else is there to think about?" He scans the crowd waving at the puck bunnies with a smile. "We're seniors in college. We need to get all the pussy we can before we have to go out into the real world and get real jobs. No, wait, next year, we'll be in the NHL getting more pussy than we ever imagined."

It's times like these when I'm jealous of my best friend. His easy nature and natural charm have all the girls falling all over him. Having rich parents doesn't hurt either. Plus, he's projected to go in the first round of the NHL draft.

I'll be lucky to get drafted. If my grades don't improve this semester, I can kiss my scholarship and my hockey career goodbye.

"Woohoo, did you see that move?" Fin jumps out of his chair, clapping his hands at the goal number thirteen scored, looking more like one of the puck bunnies than a co-captain.

"Will you two knock it off," Royal hisses, turning around in his seat to glare at us.

He's our team"s third co-captain. He usually keeps to himself, but by the look on his face, something's bothering him.

"Settle down. Don't get your panties in a wad," Fin jokes, earning him an eye roll from Royal.

"We're trying to win another championship, not pick up women." Royal scowls, turning around in his seat. His attention switches back to the ice and the guys trying out for the two open spots on our team.

I nod in agreement because I'm interested in only one girl, and the sooner we make our selection, the sooner I can start looking for her.

"Come on, Fin, Royal's right. We need to pick based on skill, not how many puck bunnies he can supply us with."

Fin blows a kiss at the group of girls cheering on number thirteen, causing the two blondes to giggle but earning a scowl from the brunette. She looks vaguely familiar, but I can't place where I've seen her before.

The look on her face suggests she either hates hockey players or is one of Fin's former conquests that he threw away after one night like all the rest.

That sexy librarian thing she's got going is hot, with her black-rimmed glasses and her hair tied up in a bun. Normally, I would be interested in someone like her unless she's one of Fin's cast-offs. But my mind is set on my dream girl from last night, and nothing or no one is going to stand in my way of finding her.

"Enough flirting with the puck bunnies. We need to make a decision on the second open spot because I think we are all in agreement on number thirteen."

"Definitely number thirteen." Fin taps his chin with his index finger, narrowing his eyes at the rest of the players trying out. "I guess number twenty-six," he says with a sigh, echoing my thoughts.

Where did the coach find these guys? They"re not terrible, but next to number thirteen, they look like a bunch of peewee players. He's definitely head and shoulders above the rest of these wannabe college hockey players, but he'd better keep his ego in check. I refuse to have a repeat of last year.

"Yeah, they'll do." Royal's shoulders slump. Out of all of us, he needs a winning season the most. Ever since last year's incident that all but shredded his reputation and almost cost the team the college hockey championship, he's been on a non-stop mission to prove himself to the doubters and the haters.

Fin's the lucky one. His family"s money and reputation will land him on a professional hockey team. I'll do okay with my hockey skills. At worst, I'll end up playing overseas in some European hockey league. But Royal, all he has is this one season to either redeem himself or end up working at a factory just like his stepfather predicted.

"We should probably tell the coach what our decision is."

"Not so fast, Coulter. Let them finish running the suicide drill before we do." Fin rubs his hands together, and I know exactly what he is thinking. It's the final test to see just how strong these players are. And we are going to need the strongest players on our team if we want to win another National Championship this season.

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