Breaking Away

Like the first, the boys were skating hard, looking for a goal. When a call for hooking happened on Phillip, she looked at Claire for some kind of answer because she sure didn’t understand what was going on. Thankfully, Claire knew the call and was quick to explain that the other player had used his stick to stop Phillip from forward progress with the puck, which meant that the Assassins were on the power play.

Reese watched as the Blue and Assassins fought for the puck when it was dropped. It was then passed back to Shea, who passed it to Jakob, who then passed it up to Lucas, but he didn’t have a shot so he passed it back to Shea. He moved around effortlessly, his eyes watching every player, but when he tried to pass it to Patrick, a Blue got it and shot it back towards Tate, where he stopped it for Jakob. Jakob then skated around the goal as Phillip, Erik, and Karson hit the ice. He skated up some and then beamed it. When it hit Phillip’s stick, Reese shot up and watched as Phillip moved past the defensemen and shot it right into the goal with ease.

Claire shot up beside her, and they both screamed loudly along with the rest of the crowd as Phillip threw his arms in the air, his teammates wrapping him up in a tight hug. The horn for a goal went off three more time as the crowd chanted for Phillip. She had seen Phillip score many times on TV, but it was different seeing it live. It did something to her heart, and pride was seeping through her pores. With a wide grin on her face, Reese picked up her foam sword and decided that this was the time to swing the hell out of the damn thing.

Because her... wait no, the guy that she was having sex with had scored!

They won with Phillip’s goal being the only goal that was scored.

Reese was sure that the Assassins’ fans were going to tear Nashville apart that night, and she kind of wished that she was with them. Instead, she was at her favorite sushi place with Phillip beside her and Claire sitting across from them, all three of them with wide grins as Phillip retold his goal.

“It was beautiful. I deked to one side, slid my foot and wrist shot the hell out of that puck. I knew it went in before the goalie did. It was beautiful, probably my favorite goal.”

“It was a great goal,” Reese agreed. “I swung my sword and screamed.”

Phillip gave her a wide smile as Claire giggled. She then leaned on her elbows, her eyes glittering as she looked over at him. “Did you take the puck?”

He shot her a wide grin. “You know it.”

“Awesome,” she said as she sat back, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

Reese looked over at Phillip and leaned into him. He wrapped an arm around her and then kissed her softly on her cheek. “I like this jersey, looks hot on you.”

“It’s small.”

“No, it’s perfect, makes your tits look great,” he said in a whisper.

But Claire heard him and said, “Told you.”

Reese laughed as she pushed him again, taking a long pull of her beer before he gathered her back up in his arms. “I’m glad you two were there.”

Reese smiled as Claire said, “It was probably the best game I’ve been to. The crowd was crazy!”

“We have the best fans,” Phillip declared. “And you just wait till playoffs. It’s gonna be insane.”

“I can’t wait,” Claire said, bouncing in her seat. “Make sure you have my seats for those games.”

“I will, maybe Reese will want to occupy the other one?”

Reese smiled. “I’d love to.”

“Good,” he said, hugging her tighter before placing a kiss on her temple. After ordering, the three of them talked about whatever came up and Reese couldn’t stop smiling. It was a great night and she knew that once they dropped Claire off and went back to her apartment, it was going to be an even better night. She watched with a grin on her face as Claire and Phillip got into a heated discussion about the Hunger Games, and who would win between the two of them. Reese’s money was on Claire, that girl was ruthless, but when she was asked who would win, she said, “I’m not a part of this. I’m minding my own business, drinking my beer.”

Phillip mock glared at her before poking her in the side and saying, “I would win, and we all know it.”

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