Chapter Ten
The first game of the new hockey season was exhilarating.
Piper jumped up and down next to Baxter, completely enthralled as her eyes followed Patrick from one end of the rink to the next. She could see his breath puffing into the air and watched a trickle of blood run down his lip where he had been elbowed by another player. The puck moved so quickly that she couldn't see who had it.
It was odd how fun hockey suddenly became, now that she had a certain player to keep her eye on and cheer on.
There were ten seconds left on the clock. The score was 2-1 in Uphoria's favor. The opposing team was vicious and it was only because of the goalie's skills that they hadn't scored more points. Piper could see Patrick's frustration mount with every passing second.
"He's got the puck, he's got the puck!" she screamed, clawing at Baxter's arm.
Baxter winced then laughed and cupped his mouth and hollered encouragement.
"Destroy them!" Piper screamed, caught up as the final second ticked by. "Kill them, kill them!"
Patrick slapped the puck hard as the opposing players went after him. It sailed through the air, a black disc against the white ice. The net caught it, bouncing it back into the goalie's head just as the buzzer rang, indicating the end of the game.
Piper stomped her feet and clapped her hands, whooping and hollering. Baxter grabbed her around the waist, swinging her around their private box, pressing fevered kisses to her neck and face. Piper grinned and laughed, glancing down at the rink. Patrick glared up at them, his wolfish lips pulled back in a grin. Once he caught Piper's eye he crooked his finger, beckoning her.
"I think Patrick wants us to wait until he can join us," she laughed, pushing Baxter away.
In response, Baxter grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the box. They were soon in the locker room.
It had been startling when Patrick first invited them in and being around all those naked or half-dressed Werewolves had made Piper red as a tomato and highly uncomfortable, but none of them gave her a second glance.
That was the Werewolf way. They weren't phased by nudity and certainly weren't attracted to a person that wasn't a possible mate.
"That was amazing!" Baxter gushed as he threw his arms around Patrick.
Piper hung back. Baxter and Patrick might have no problem with kissing when one or both of them were in the wolf forms, but fur was not a turn-on to her. The last thing she wanted was to be hacking up fur balls.
After Patrick removed his hockey gear and had retaken his human form, he pulled both of his mates to the shower to celebrate. They were individual cubicles, but it was still only afterward that Piper realized that his teammates would have been able to hear every single moan. Her face flushed as she toweled off and redressed.
"You wolves!" she shook her head. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Sex maniacs, both of you."
"That's why you love us," Patrick chortled. "Besides, I didn't see you protesting. Quite the opposite, in fact."
The locker smelled like sweat, old shoes and wet dog, but it had emptied sometime while the three had been in the shower. Well, at least that was a relief. She turned to her boys, putting her hands on her hips.
"So, I heard that some place in British Columbia is going to host some of the Wolf League games this year?"
Patrick nodded, a grin spreading over his face. There was a split in his lower lip and bruises on his cheek, but violent games always seemed to make him more excited. "That's right. We're getting bigger, Piper. More and more people are wanting to see our games."
"Because you're like modern day gladiators," Piper grumbled, crossing the room for the first aid kit. "Let me take care of that lip."
"It also means that I'll be spending a lot of time away from home."
Piper turned back, frowning. Patrick languidly dressed, seemingly not paying attention to his two mates.
"Piper and I can fly out to watch the games," Baxter said.
"Well, you can at least. I've got a plane ticket for you to come visit me over there for a couple of weeks. We can look at hotel rooms when we get back to the apartment."
Piper pressed her lips together. Baxter got tickets, but she didn't? She tried not to be jealous–after all, Baxter hadn't been able to find a new job just yet, so he was available to go gallivanting off to British Columbia to see the games. She wasn't. At least not yet.
She cleared her throat. "I could take some time off at the gallery, you know. We're doing so well, I thought I could get an assistant or something that could keep an eye on things while I went to see your out-of-province games."
Patrick shook his head. "That's sweet of you, Piper, but I know you only come to these games because you feel obligated to. It's fine."
"No, I like hockey a lot more now!" Piper bounced on her toes. "I love watching you play."
"I think you like playing after he plays." Baxter laughed.
Piper wrinkled her nose at him. "No, I've come to really enjoy watching hockey. I think I like the blood a lot more than I used to."
Patrick burst into laughter. He laughed so hard and for so long that he had to sit down. Piper folded her arms, narrowing her eyes at him to show she wasn't amused, although his full-bellied laughs were hard not to join with.
"You are too easy to tease," he said, finally catching his breath. "I've got tickets for you, too. And an assistant sounds like the perfect thing for you."
He strode over to her, hands clasping over her hips. He lifted her with more ease than she thought was possible; she was always amazed when he lifted her. Baxter was soon by his side and Patrick settled the witch onto both of their shoulders. Piper held one of Patrick's and one of Baxter's hands.
"I am so lucky to have you two," Patrick sighed.
Piper laughed. "I think I'm the lucky one!"
"Nope, it's me."
Patrick growled playfully as they exited the locker room. "We're all lucky. How about we agree to that?"
"Agreed," Piper and Baxter said in unison.
Piper squeezed her mates' hands, smiling, feeling so happy she thought her heart might burst.
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THE END