Marcus’ POV
We win our game, I think that my s.exual frustration helped somewhat, with nowhere else to direct it, I used the burning need inside of me to fuel my movements, leading to me making three of the five goals we scored tonight.
Clapping me on the back as we leave the ice, Kane grins widely at me, ‘nice game man, you were on fire tonight’ he praises me.
I nod, grabbing my water bottle from the bench as I step off the ice and swallow half the contents, not wanting to tell him just why I was like a man possessed.
Pulling my helmet from my head, I glance up into the emptying seats, easily spotting the familiar blonde hair of my woman as she gathers her things from around her, before heading back to the changing area so we can meet me before we make our way to the airport again. Ou
