Chapter 6
SIX
KINGSTON
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her all week.
I can still feel the way her cunt clamped down on my cock and the sounds she made. Fuck, just picturing the way her body flushed as she came on my dick has me fucking hard?—
“Kingston!” I snap my head up and look toward the box where Brayden is gripping the edge and glaring at me.
“What?” I call back.
“Get your ass here now.” I roll my eyes and skate toward the fucker to see why he’s on a rampage. I pass Justin who is grinning at me like a fuckwit.
“I’ll break your jaw,” I snap at him just before I reach Brayden, who is standing there glaring down his fucking nose at me, his blue eyes shooting daggers at me. “What?”
“We’ve run the same fucking play five times and you can’t block one shot? You want me to bench you for this fucking game?”
My anger peaks and I’m prepared to throw fucking hands at my brother if I have to. He may be our coach but he’s my brother first, and that gives me the right to break his fucking nose if I want to.
“Try it and I will fucking?—”
“Are you boys fighting, again?” Both Bray and I turn to the side to see our mom standing there with…
Molly. I’m rendered silent just by the sight of her.
She looks fucking edible in just a pair of jeans and a hoodie but when I see the logo on the front, my upper lip pulls back in a snarl.
Her brows bunch at the look on my face but she says nothing.
Seeing her wear our rival's hoodie disgusts me. She shouldn’t be wearing a Washington Knights one, she should be wearing a Washington Saints one.
“No, ma’am,” Bray answers but the grit in his tone gives him away, causing our mom to purse her lips.
Not wanting to upset her, I plaster a smile on my face and skate closer to them, then lean over to place a kiss on my mom’s cheek.
I turn to focus on the little birdy that has taken up too much space in my head this past week.
I reach my hand out to her. She stares at it for a second before placing hers in mine, bringing a grin to my face at the feeling of her tiny hand in mine. “Molly, is it?” I purr.
Her lips pinch to the side as she nods. “Yeah,” she breathes out.
“Nice to meet you, Molly. I’m Kingston,” I say, then release her hand and move back a step. Justin arrives at that second and stands next to me and yanks his helmet off. When she looks at both of us her jaw unhinges and her eyes widen.
“You’re twins?” she squeaks, making us both smirk.
“Two is always better than one,” Justin says suggestively, making Bray chuckle. Mom sighs and shakes her head.
“Can you boys tone it down, please?” All three of us shoot our mom a megawatt smile. “I thought it was a good idea to bring Molly down here and introduce her to you all but I can see that was a bad idea.”
“Nah, it was a great idea,” Brayden says smoothly. “It’s about time we all met considering our parents are about to be married and we’re going to be family.” Molly snaps her mouth closed but I can see she is still on edge and keeps darting her gaze around the rink like she is looking for someone.
“Are we not amusing enough for you?” Justin pushes, drawing her attention back to us.
She scoffs and shoots us a withering look. “The rink isn’t my favorite place these days,” she answers.
“Why is that?” Brayden pushes.
I can see she is debating how to answer, but when a sigh escapes her I know she is going with the truth.
“My ex is the captain of the Washington Knights and I don’t fancy running into him.
” The three of us share a look but before me or Bray can say anything, Justin skates forward and leans over the edge, forcing Molly to shift or risk him brushing against her.
He digs through his duffle bag and pulls out his backup playing jersey and hands it to her.
She takes it without thought and stares from it to him a couple of times before asking, “What’s this? ”
“Burn that piece of shit hoodie you’re wearing and come to the game tonight wearing my number and I promise your ex will go out of his fucking mind.”
“Justin!” Mom scolds. My twin shoots her a look, then skates back to the center to set up with the team. Knowing my time has come to an end I add,
“Nice to meet you, Molly. You should do as my brother said because I know for a fact it will drive Brady fucking crazy to see you wearing his number.” Before my mom can scold me, I follow Justin’s lead and get into formation, leaving Brayden to deal with our mom and future stepsister.
T he atmosphere in the locker room is charged, we’re all dying to get out on the ice and take the fucking Knight’s down and show this town that we are here to stay.
Because of a faulty wiring issue, our rink burned down and took half of our school with it, so as of right now we are being moved to this rink and integrating in to the Knights school until ours is fixed.
None of them know this yet, and will be briefed on it Monday when we all show up to their classes.
None of us love the idea of sharing space with those cock suckers after what Brady did to Brayden two years ago, but with our plan in place, this is the best chance we have of finally destroying that fucker once and for all.
“Tonight, I want you all to go out there and show those assholes who the fuck we are and why we are the best fucking team in the state!” The whole room erupts in cheers at Bray’s pre game speech.
“Now get the fuck out there and get me that W.” All the boys jump to their feet and continue cheering on their way out of the room.
As me and Justin attempt to follow the team, Brayden holds his arm out and stops us.
He doesn’t say a thing until the locker room is empty and only the three of us remain.
“I want you to crush that son of a bitch.”
“We already have by ruining his precious girlfriend,” Justin snarks.
I shoot my twin a glare. “She isn’t his anything,” I spit.
“Rumor is Brady is trying to get her back, so I think we should take her offer and meet her tonight just to cement our place, if you get what I mean.” I shake my head, my twin can be such an idiot.
“Get us the win and you have a deal but you bomb out, you get no pussy.” Both Justin and I shoot our brother a glare as we shoulder past and head out with his laughter as our exit song.
“I’m fucking her tonight while she is wearing my number.”
I snort. “Get fucked, she’ll be wearing mine.
” He shoots me a look that has me laughing.
“Did I forget to mention I stopped by Mom’s and gave her my hoodie to give to Molly, with my number and name on it?
” The look on Justin’s face will forever be imprinted in my mind. He looks like a stunned fucking fish.