Page 18 of Pucking Revenge

“That because of the piercing, I give her too many orgasms. Said she needs an entire month off from sex to recover.”

He steps closer to me, dick still in hand. “What do you think?”

Channeling Beckett, I give him my best what the fuck? glower and stare him down. “I think you should put your dick away.”

Aiden, unfazed, merely turns his attention to his next target. “War, you use your dick a lot. Have any of the women you’ve hooked up with ever told you it’s too much?”

It’s three solid seconds of silence before all three of us start laughing so hard tears stream down our faces.

“Did you just ask War if a woman has ever told him his dick is too much?” I choke out between heavy breaths.

War wipes away his tears of laughter. “Only every one.”

“Saint, see me after you get changed!” my uncle barks.

Instantly, my good mood vanishes, my stomach twisting in knots.

“Fuck,” War mutters. “Someone is in a mood again. What the hell does he care who you screw, anyway? He’s got an unhealthy obsession with your sex life, Saint.” He roughs a hand through his hair and looks over my shoulder.

“Aiden, what the fuck are you looking at on your dick? Put that thing away!”Coach adds.

Without a word, my brother snags a pair of boxers from his locker and tugs them on, thank God.

War looks back at me, his head tilted like he’s still waiting for me to explain my uncle’s mood.

I duck and rub at the back of my neck. War is well aware that I have no sex life, so this is all just shit talk. Regardless, I don’t like the insinuation.

“I didn’t mean it to come out like that before. I’m not sleeping with Sara. We’re just friends.”

Finally clothed, Aiden bounces on his toes and spins in our direction. “Brooks doesn’t even look at women during the season. He’s definitely not screwing around with Sara.”

McGreevey shakes his head and grunts. “Season is long as fuck. I have no idea how you do it.”

“Easy when the woman he wants is taken,” Aiden says, rifling through his practice gear.

I shoot him a glare, silently telling him to shut the fuck up, but my brother just smirks and pulls on his jersey.

No, it’s not a secret that I have a crush on my best friend. The entire team knows it. But I’m trying to keep it from being obvious to her. And after her confession about things being rocky with her boyfriend—the stupid asshole who makes her keep their relationship a secret—I’m feeling a little less certain about how to handle things tonight.

Should I flirt with her? We’ve always been affectionate with one another, so last night’s cuddling wasn’t out of the ordinary. Though we’ve never fallen asleep together. That was obvious by the way she acted when she woke up in my lap. I have to cover my mouth to hide the smile that sneaks through at the memory of her insanity.

And then I remember how it felt to wake up with her hand wrapped around my dick. It’s like my brain stopped working from that moment forward.

Screeching about how I’d poked her in the eye—please, it’s not like my cock has a mind of its own. With her, maybe it does, and I’ll admit that it’s large enough to stab her and do some damage, but that’s not what happened.

What happened was that Sara did what she always does when she’s feeling vulnerable. After her confession last night, she woke up in my lap and decided to act like a lunatic rather than owning up to her feelings.

Or maybe I really did just poke her in the eye with my massive dick.

But the way she kept talking about my cock? And the feel of her fingers wrapped around it? Let’s just say she thoroughly fucked with my head.

“If you’re done gossiping,” Coach gripes as I all but plow into him on my way out of the locker room.

“Shit.” I grasp his shoulders and right him.

I’ve got a good three inches on him and at least forty pounds of additional muscle. My uncle isn’t small, but more often than not, I’m the biggest guy around.

“What the hell was Sara doing coming out of your apartment this morning?”

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