Page 61 of Pucking Revenge

“You got laid.”

“No I didn’t.” The words escape me far too quickly. Before they’re even out, I realize I’ve made a huge error.

“Oh.” She nods. “You’re right. You didn’t.” With a step closer, she lifts one brow. “But you did have a male-induced orgasm.”

She’s eerily good at this game. In college, she could tell a girl exactly what she’d done the night before, down to which hand the guy used to get her off. I’m not sure anyone would call it a talent, but it’s certainly a skill she’s perfected.

I cover my mouth with a palm to hide the way my lips tip up as she pushes even closer.

“And he used a toy.” In my periphery, her eyes go wide, and she clings to my arm. “Oh my God. He touched your ass.”

“How the hell do you do that?” I huff out an annoyed sigh and spin so I can stare her down. “It was Brooks. We’re a thing now, so don’t be weird about it.”

With an ear-piercing squeal, she throws her arms around me. “Oh, thank fuck. I was nervous it was Seb doing the ass stuff, and honestly, Brooks is so much hotter.”

“And nicer. That’s the important part, Lenny. He’s a nice guy.”

“With huge hands. That’s gotta mean?—”

I slap a hand over her mouth. “Please do not start talking about my boyfriend’s dick.”

I can feel her smile beneath my fingers, and her eyes light up. It’s impossible not to grin right back at her.

“You’re really happy,” she says when I pull my hand away, going all mushy on me.

I have to look away before I admit the truth. Yes, I am really happy. And unfortunately, it’s fake.

“’Scuse us. We’re just going to see her boyfriend.” Lennox steps right up in front of the security guard, hands on hips.

Behind her, I shake my head and flash my badge.My best friend is ridiculous. She’s done that to every person we’ve seen.

“Hey, Sar,” he says with a chuckle.

“Evening, Stu. How are Laney and the baby?”

In response to my question, he pulls out his phone and taps the screen, then turns it toward me. His chest puffs out a bit as I take in a picture of his new baby.

“She’s adorable. Hope she’s sleeping for you.”

“She’s an angel,” he admits, wearing a soft expression so contradictory to his size and the security uniform he’s wearing. “Enjoy the game.”

“Oh, we will. Her boyfriend is going to dedicate a goal to her,” Lennox says.

Stu squints at her, but he’s polite and keeps his mouth shut.

With a groan, I shake my head. “She’s joking. She grew up watching hockey. She knows goalies don’t score goals.”

Lennox shakes her head. “Of course I know that. But now that he’s your boyfriend, I’m pretty sure Saint Brookie can do anything he puts his mind to.”

I pull her by the elbow, waving bye to Stu. “Tone it down. Remember, I’m working right now.”

“Technically,” she drawls, “you work after the game. When it’s time to deal with the press. Attending the game is a perk.”

I drop her elbow and sigh. She’s not wrong. It’s why Brooks told me to sit in the WAG section tonight.

“Just be good when we go down to the ice. I want to check in with Gavin before the game. Then you can go back to being your obnoxious self.”

Grinning, she loops her arm through mine and rests her head on my shoulder. “It’s so good to be home.”

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