Major Misconduct (Aces Hockey #1) by Kelly Jamieson Read Free Book Online Page A

met with the media in the dressing room to talk about the game that night and their crappy start to the season and what they were expecting from the Boston Bruins. He was pretty sick of talking about why they were losing games but had to hold in his annoyance and be patient with the media.
    “Yeah, they’re a good team,” he said into the numerous microphones and phones in front of his face. “They’re well coached and they defend well. It’s gonna be a good game.” He listened to another question, thought about it, and responded. “Sure, they’re a good skating team. We have to be ready to skate and take our game to them, and not get caught in their style. We just have to be patient and confident in our system. We know that when it works, we win games.”
    The only question was, why wasn’t it working?
    Then the team met to look at some videos and go over a few things in preparation for the game that night. They focused again on power play videos, since they’d been struggling on the power play lately. By the time they were done, it was noon and lunch had been set up in the players’ lounge for them.
    Marc loaded his plate with a huge pile of pasta with tomato sauce, a couple of grilled chicken breasts, and some salad. He’d always had trouble keeping his weight up where he liked it, and tried to eat five or six thousand calories a day during the season. When he’d been drafted by the Aces eight years ago, he’d worked with a nutritionist who’d given him advice about things he should and shouldn’t eat, and he followed that to this day.
    “Is your sister just here for the weekend?” Rupper asked Army as they ate.
    “She says she’s moving here.” Army gave a heavy sigh. “I gotta talk to her about that.”
    “Oh yeah?” Rupper’s eyes lit up and Marc noticed several of the other guys perk up.
    “Your sister?” Hughie Land, a big defenseman, asked. “Cute little redhead, right?”
    Marc frowned. So did Army.
    “Forget it,” Army growled at Hughie. “All of you.” He looked around the room. “My sister is off-limits. You know the rule.”
    Rule number one of their code: once you’ve known a guy for more than twenty-four hours, his sister is off-limits forever.
    “I don’t like that rule anymore,” Stoykers said.
    “Too fucking bad!” Army yelled. “You can’t just change the rules! That would mean I could tell everyone you like to watch figure skating.”
    The room fell silent. Stoykers’ face went red.
    “Figure skating?” Hughie said. “Seriously?”
    “Fuck off,” Stoykers muttered.
    “She’s an adult,” Hughie said. “You can’t stop her from going out with one of us if she wants.”
    “Oh yeah.” Army gave him a meaningful look that was also…well, mean. “I can.”
    The guys all hooted, but eyes shifted and Marc knew
they
knew Army meant it.
    “C’mon, man. Better she dates one of us, someone you know and like, than some stranger who could be a complete asshole,” Hughie said.
    “I’m a nice guy,” Stoykers added, looking wounded. “Why wouldn’t you want her to date me?”
    Army scowled at him. “You sleep with chicks two at a time, that’s why.”
    “Not always,” Stoykers protested, not even trying to deny it.
    Marc just listened. This conversation made him want to punch someone. He didn’t know who. Anyone. The fact that apparently every single guy on the team lusted after Lovey Armstrong pissed him off. The fact that Army was being so protective of her also pissed him off, although why that was he had no idea. How could he blame a guy for looking out for his little sister? Well, Stoykers had a point—she
was
an adult.
    A very sexy, sweet adult.
    Fuck that. He had to wash those thoughts out of his head. He could not be thinking about her sweet little ass cheeks twitching as she walked down the hall that morning, heading to the bathroom she was sharing with him.
    Fuuuuuck.
    After lunch, he and Army headed back to the condo. It had started to snow