Page 44 of These Pucking Boys

“I’ll tell you later.”

“You’re impossible. What did you do about Bill?”

“I’ve moved out.”

“Good. He doesn’t deserve to share the air you breathe. He’d better not cross my path, or he’ll get punched in the throat.”

I totally believe Katrina would do such a thing, but then Bill would press charges and ruin her life. “I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t want you getting in trouble because of that scumbag.”

“Where are you staying now? You know you can totally stay at my place.”

Shit. I can’t be evasive about my whereabouts too. She’d worry. “Right now, I’m at the boys’ apartment.”

“The boys? Oh my God, the hockey players?”

“Yep. They share a loft downtown. It’s amazing.”

“Damn, girl. Talk about an upgrade. I have to get back to class, but text me the address. I’m coming over after work.”

Oh crap. What if they don’t want anyone to know where they live? Also, do I want Katrina to come here and meet the boys before I tell her I was railed by them? She has the uncanny ability to figure that shit out. She always knows who’s banging who at work before anyone else. But I don’t have a choice. She’s my best friend, and she needs to know I’m in a safe place. I’d do the same thing for her.

“Will do,” I reply. “Talk later.”

“Bye!”

Although I’m nervous about Katrina’s visit—and the spilling the beans part—I do want to see her. Maybe I can meet her in a public place. There must be a coffee shop nearby. The past twelve hours have been a whirlwind—sleeping with three men and then moving into their building. I’m so confused about my feelings, and I need guidance.

I glance at the apartment listings again and, with a sigh, close my laptop. Looking at them will only depress me. What I need is a shower and comfy clothes. Grimacing, I look at the boxes and bags with all my stuff. Nothing is labeled, so I have no idea where fuckface Bill put my clothes. I bet he didn’t pack everything, and I have no illusions about what he’s done with the rest.

They’re just things, June.At least my teddy bear and the ukulele made it.

I start with the bags. My underwear is in one bag, and my loungewear is in another. I keep things simple, since I don’t have to go to work. Leggings and a vintage T-shirt it is. I laugh when I see which top I pulled from the bag. It’s aYoungbloodmovie T-shirt with Rob Lowe and Patrick Swayze on it. Appropriate.

With my bundle of clothes in hand, I head to Lachlan’s room. He told me I could use his bathroom to shower. I’m sure Jake and Ryan would have offered as well, but they were already out the door when Lachlan said it. My guess is they were late, and it slipped their minds.

My jaw drops when I step foot in his room. Melissa mentioned he was into comics, but now I see he’s obsessed. He has an entire wall dedicated to his comic and figurine collections. I set my clothes on his king-size bed and walk over to inspect the shelves. I don’t dare to touch anything. With my luck, I’d probably knock a figurine down and break it.

He has hardcover graphic novels on display, but most of his comics collection is stored alphabetically in glass paneled filing cabinets. That’s how I store my comics collection back at my parents’ house. I didn’t want to bring it to LA, knowing there would be limited space. I’m glad I didn’t, because I bet Bill would have thrown it in the trash.

The room is light and airy, thanks to the tall windows. A desk is in front of them, and I notice a closed sketchbook and drawing pencils. I’m tempted to look, but art is personal. I’m intruding on his privacy as it is.

I head to the en suite bathroom, and I’m not even surprised that it’s three times the size of my old one. Considering Lachlan’s size, he needs the space. There isn’t a tub, but the shower stall is enormous; he could throw a small party inside. There are two regular showerheads—one on each side—and a rainfall showerhead in the middle. I can’t help but wonder who Lachlan had shared this stall with. It’d be a waste not to use all this room for some hanky panky. Immediately, I picture myself pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped around Lachlan’s hips while he pounds into me. My clit throbs with arousal.

No, bad, June. You can’t start having sexy dreams about any of the boys—that’s a danger zone.

Great, now that song is playing in my head.

Despite my inner monologue, I can’t control my body. I’m aching for Lachlan, Ryan, and Jake. It’s not only because they’re sinfully hot guys, and they gave me so many orgasms last night. It’s also their attention and care toward me. Hell, who could resist three knights in shining armor? I want a repeat, even if it’s a bad idea.

“Fuck. A cold shower it is.”

CHAPTER 19

JAKE

The meeting with Melissa lasts so long that by the time it’s over, I have a headache. I try to pay attention, especially since she’s going over events that require our presence, and I have a bad reputation to salvage. Shoving a drunk patron into the swimming pool during a charity event last year put me on Melissa’s shit list. In my defense, he was being extremely obnoxious toward the waitressing staff.

Ryan pays zero attention and keeps checking his phone while Lachy remains unmovable, arms crossed and glowering at anyone who looks at him.

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