Breaking All The Ice

The New Recruit 🏒

*Amelia*

I couldn't wait to get on the ice today, so here I am an hour before I'm supposed to meet with Liam.

Or should I say, Coach Adams?

I'm going to be calling Jake 'Dad' from now on and Liam 'Coach.'

That thought made me chuckle.

I was in full gear, warming up, just bursting with energy and excitement.

I needed this time to get it all out before I had to be a melancholy asshole. I was used to being melancholy. Just not an asshole.

However, I've dealt with enough assholes to know how to talk and walk like them.

Some of my cousins were assholes and I knew their mannerisms like the back of my hand.

It's just weird for me because I wasn't usually this giddy.

These emotions are very new to me and I'm trying to do my best to regulate them. My emotions were usually associated with words like depression and anxiety.

Although it scares me a little to explore this side of my new self, I knew the outcome would be worth it.

I just had a good feeling this time.

"Hey! You on the ice!"

My body damn near started purring at that voice.

Damn it! What was he doing here?

Practice isn't for another hour and thirty minutes.

Liam asked me to meet him early before the other players showed up but I guess that wasn't happening today.

I shot the puck straight into the goal with frustration before turning to acknowledge the man responsible for my deflated joy.

Time to throw my game face on.

"Oh snap! If it isn't my big cousin Goliath. What are you doing here so early?"

I was being a smart ass, and I knew it, but one look at this man and my heart did this stupid thing where it fluttered or some s**t.

I spun around to face him and began to glide to where he was.

I took my helmet off when I stopped in front of him.

There, at the entrance of the rink, stood Trenten Adams in a pair of blue basketball shorts and a black fitted under-armor shirt with his arms folded.

He's so f*****g sexy.

It took everything in me not to drool.

Those damn muscles needed an Olympic medal for sheer size alone.

I don't know if I had a new obsession with climbing trees or what, but s**t, I needed to get my body under control asap.

Be a good girl and cool down for me, kitty.

There was a spark of recognition in his eyes and something else I couldn't quite decipher when I made it over to him.

"I should be asking you the same thing, Tiny. This is the time I always come before practice. I'm surprised my dad didn't mention it. I'm captain of the team remember?

"I have to train better to be the best that I can be and set an example for my team. That was a good shot by the way."

I could tell he was genuinely impressed, and for some odd reason, his praise made me feel validated in a way other

compliments hadn't.

The blood rushing to my cheeks was proof of it, and I wish I still had my helmet on to hide it.

"Thanks, Goliath. I would return the compliment, but I have no idea if it's your size, your skills, or your daddy that got you on the team, let alone the captain.

"Word on the street is everyone's too scared to give you any real challenge on the ice."

I smirked at him and kept my response nonchalant.

I was aiming to rile him up so that it'd cause a little rift between us and make him want to stay away from me.

However, it apparently had the opposite effect I was going for.

He raised a single eyebrow and returned a smirk of his own.

"Oh really? You plan on finding out the truth for yourself or will you be just as scared as everyone else?"

He unfolded his arms and took a step closer while peering down at me.

His eyes traced my face as his dimples made another appearance and his smirk transformed into a smile at the

challenge he presented to me.

I wore a pair of boxer briefs today that I bought from the mall to keep up pretenses and to put on top of my underwear in case anyone tried to snoop through my things at the house.

I was wearing a cotton thong underneath them, but those are now ruined, thanks to Pecky and that damn smile of his.

I needed to say something to get my mind on track before I run home and have to man handle Vince as soon as he's out of his package.

Speaking of packages, I wonder...

My eyes began to drift down his body to his shorts.

What the hell are you doing Amelia?! Focus!

My eyes snapped back up to his and I was grateful he showed no sign of knowing I was trying to check out his junk.

"Oh, I plan on getting real up close and personal today, big cuz. I'll know everything I need to know within the first 10

minutes of practice. I just hope you take it like a good sport and there aren't any hard feelings when I'm done with you."

I shrugged my shoulders with mad confidence. Partially because I really was that confident in my skills.

The other reason was that I needed to come off as an arrogant prick.

Maybe if I don't let up on my bad boy act and it becomes too much for him, he'll back off eventually.

I mean, hopefully, he backs off now, too.

He wasn't close enough where we were touching, but it was still close enough to cause me discomfort.

I wasn't intimidated by his size or anything like that.

It just made me uncomfortable that my body wanted this man to come closer while my brain was fighting to keep my

composure.

"Somehow the threat of you getting to know me tonight sounds more fun than it was meant to. It's almost cute."

The look in his eyes was a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

He was definitely taunting me.

The man didn't see me as a threat at all and it kind of pissed me off a little. I could see it all over that smug face of his.

He thought it was cute.

I'll show him cute.

"Trust me, it'll be fun, alright, at least for me it will be. Can't say the same for you when you're flat on your ass."

I smiled because I couldn't help the anticipation I felt to be on ice with Trenten.

To show him what he's up against of course.

This felt more like playful banter than I wanted it to but I really couldn't help myself.

He just brought out a side of me that made my control slip sometimes.

I don't know why it felt so natural to go back and forth with him like this, but it was starting to become addictive.

"Now I'm really excited to find out what you can do, Tiny. In fact, I'll be out on the ice in 20 minutes. I'm not waiting any longer to see if that mouth of yours has a reason to be so big."

He chuckled and turned around to jog towards the locker room before I could protest.

It was a good thing, too, because I was actually speechless.

Well, s**t.

This was not the plan at all.

Why did it seem like the more I opened my mouth, the more excited he got with the idea of me challenging him?

I needed to isolate myself from him and the others, and I was starting to question my capability of doing so.

Maybe I'm overthinking this. He is a man after all.

They all pretty much function the same.

At least, I hope so.

Otherwise, I may be biting off more than I could chew, and hot damn, that man was more than a mouth full.

Too bad he was forbidden fruit and I'll never get to have a taste.