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The mascot of the team, a man in a cartoonish-looking bull costume, makes laps around the rink hyping up the audience. The audience is packed to the brim. I’m wearing one of Aiden’s practice jerseys. It seems like one of the benefits of being an athlete's girlfriend is not having to pay for merch, I think with amusement. The jersey itself is white with cobalt blue letters and accents. It’s large on me, of course, but it looks fine enough with a smart pair of jeans and a few simple accessories, including a team hat.

MILA'S POV The players' lounge at Frost Bank Arena smells like sweat, ice, and the particular brand of expensive cologne that young men with too much money seem to favor. I've been in here before, during agency events, but never like this. Never as the person everyone is staring at. Ten sets of eyes land on me when I walk through the door. Hockey players. Big, tattooed, gorgeous hockey players. All of them looking at the plus-size girl in the powder blue blouse and matching heels.

his father spat and tossed back the rest of his drink. "Stay away from that girl," "Or what?" Garin challenged him. "Or it will be the end of her, you or both. The Red Hoods don't associate with shifters," he stalked from the room. Garin looked at the large book in front of him as if it were diseased. It appeared to be an encyclopedia of sorts. The Red Hoods emblem, a hood encircled by a bow and arrow, was embossed on the front in faded gold filigree.

It’s not also her attitude to fight against someone too weak for her. “Fuck.” she cursed when she’s almost out of breath. She stopped and catch her breath. She turned to Varagons warriors. Most of them have well-built bodies. They were wearing a beige tunic and pants. They were wearing a brown jacket, an arm patch is affixed to their right arms, it has their logo. Their logo was a standing lion with a wide mouth opened and there was an arrow towards the lion’s mouth. There was another logo but it was affixed in the jacket. The logo was capital letter B, it has an arrow in it and it was wrapped with flowers which is Peony. Their uniform has a black belt with a silver buckle.

They are immersed in their talks to notice me. "Heard Courtney is back," Ryan says. "How long has it been?" The other guy asks. "Ten years." Quinn answers. "She is back for good, she will start college with us," Ryan says. "Have you decide which college you will be joining, Lee?" Quinn asks. Ah, the third guy is Lee. "Primeton University, I have decided to join you pussies." Lee says. "The only pussy here is you." Quinn teases. "Am not." Lee hisses back.

in a semi-circle around the bottom in black. The shorts were no better. They made the shorts worn by Hooters waitresses look like baggy pants. They were cut high on the hips and barely covered her pussy, while half of her heart shaped ass hung out the back. The black material had the Phi Jamma Slamma emblem emblazoned on the left ass in bright white lettering. She slipped her black pumps back on and looked in the mirror. Not bad. There was one other door besides the locked entry door and the door leading to the water closet. She opened the door with trepidation.

Rogers spoke into his wrist and was almost immediately joined by another agent as the group entered the locker room. “Hey, Celt,” Taz asked quietly. “When did I get engaged?” “About four minutes ago.” Celt replied with a grin. “It worked.” “I think I had more to do with that.” Rogers countered as he and the other agent checked the locker room. Twenty minutes later, she wore her skin tight long-sleeve shirt and coordinating shorts. The shirt had a picture that Ink had drawn out of a devil with rainbow colored hair. Her last name was emblazoned above the devil on the back and Taz was written across the front with the T having devil horns and a tail on the Z. Around the bottom of the shirt, in

"Of course, honey. Here, wear this - it's chilly in here." I’m taken aback when she hands me a yellow hoodie. It is a strikingly bright hue, and it is adorned with a logo that I had never seen before–a howling wolf beneath the words ‘Bluehills Wolfs’. It was a simple but profound design, and it immediately caught my eye.

When they rode down from the shockwave sweet delirium of their pleasure, Aiden picked up the tattoo machine sitting idly in the table before them and waved it in front of Kate. Smiling she said. “I want it drawn here.” Aiden dragged his eyes down to what Kate was gesturing for him to see. Kate flipped her Tshirt up, baring her stomach for him to see. She knew other pornstars had their Brazzers emblem drawn on parts of their skin where people can easily spot them but she doesn’t want it. For the sake of her father and Tiffany and her son, Gabby.