Page 40 of Pucking Revenge

With a squeeze of his hand, I will my nerves to steady. “Ya know,” I squeak out. “Men in Black.”

Seb’s attention is fixed on me as he slides his hand into his pocket.

My brain must malfunction in that moment, because that little move has me pushing myself against Brooks and screaming “bomb!”

The bar is loud. It’s full of people, and music filters through speakers throughout the space. But it’s not that loud.

The second the word is out of my mouth, every eye is locked on me, so, naturally, that’s when the stool beneath me slips. As I’m going down, I grab for the first thing I can find.

“Oh my God, Brooks!” I gasp at the appendage I’m clinging to. “Your dick is hard!”

Why am I talking so loudly? And why am I gripping my best friend’s dick?

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He’s looming above me, his tone frantic and his face a mask of confusion. He wiggles his thumb, tugging at my hand and garnering my attention.

Ohh. My hand is wrapped around his thumb. So not his dick, after all. With a grunt, he hauls me onto his lap. The movement sends my stool clattering to the ground.

Through the whole debacle, the rest of the man’s body doesn’t move. His damn thumb muscle lifted my entire body. What in the hell are they feeding these hockey players?

“Is that your wallet, or are you just happy to see me?” The tease escapes from one side of my mouth.

His expression is dark as he bands his arms around me and pulls me close. “You’ve lost your ever-loving mind, Sar. Fucking gone.”

Maybe he’s right, because over the course of the last two days, I’ve developed an unhealthy obsession with Brooks’s dick. Maybe if he let me take a quick peek at it, this fascination would end. I shift on his lap and suck in a breath, ready to suggest just that, but before I can, Seb and Vin appear beside us. Vin is wearing a grin, but Seb is scowling.

“Your girl all right?” New York’s asshole asks the question, but there isn’t a hint of concern on his face. No, it’s all pompous amusement.

When Brooks replies, his tone is eerily calm, but he doesn’t look away from me. “My girl is perfect. Right, Pumpkin?”

I nod like a bobblehead. I’m still all over the fucking place, but I figure the silent response is better than talking at this point. God only knows what would come out of my mouth if I did.

Seb snorts. “She’s certainly flexible.”

“Excuse you.” I push off Brooks, despite the way he’s clinging to me, and press into Seb’s space, head held high and shoulders back. “Who do you think you are?”

Seb’s bored expression only irritates me more. “I was only commenting on how gracefully you landed that fall.”

Vin turns to the bar to order his drink, but Seb keeps his smarmy smile fixed on me.

“And you’re good at bouncing from one man to the next.”

I raise my hand, ready to slap the smirk off my ex’s face, but before I can, Brooks is beside me, looming over his uncle, his fist prepared to do the heavy lifting.

Suddenly, Tyler is here too, with one hand on Brooks’s arm, he stops things from escalating. “Whoa, buddy. Let’s go for a walk.”

I suck in a breath as I watch Tyler drag Brooks out the door. Then my lungs seize as I realize we’re in public. My eyes scan every inch of the bar. Fortunately, not a soul is looking in our direction. It appears that no one but Tyler saw what happened.

I let out a long breath then, only to hold it again when I realize I’m still standing next to the jerk who’s still acting all smug, like Brooks is the one in the wrong.

I’d love to smack that cockiness right off him, but I quickly remember that the best revenge is happiness. Mine and Brooks.

With my chin held high once more, I snatch my purse from the bar and shoot him a glare. “You’re not worth it, but I sure as hell found someone who is.” Then I stomp off with my dignity in tow.

FOURTEEN

BROOKS

“Dude, what the fuck was that?” War asks as he drags me out of the bar by my lapels.

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