Page 33 of Puck Shy

Chapter fifteen

Stevie

Can women have blue balls? Blue lady balls? That sounds like I’m a Smurf or something. But it’s been two months since I’ve had sex in the bathroom with Lucas. Two months of torment. I’ve been around hot hockey players since the day after Lucas convinced me to work for him, and now, I’m in a perpetual state of turned on.

And why haven’t I had sex, you may ask? Because Lucas McKnight keeps me busier than I’ve ever been in my life…but I can’t say I don’t love it. This job has been everything I could have ever asked for. Minus the blue lady balls.

“I’m blue…blah blah blee blah blah, blahhhh,” I sing out loud stupidly, unable to stop myself with the song “Blue” by Eiffel 65 now in my head.

“Why are you blue?” Johnny asks, coming up behind me.

I jump, almost dropping my phone. “Random ear worm,” I lie. “And what have I told you about sneaking up on me? You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

Johnny smirks, and I turn back to my task: filming Lucas on the ice. I’ve been appealing to the masses on social media by posting clips of him and the other guys with funny trending sounds underneath. Even the Stormbreakers asked me to start making additional content for their social media team. In the last two months, I’ve slowly been able to pay off a lot of my debt. And more importantly, I’ve had the time of my life.

Everyone has been incredibly nice to me, and I’ve gotten to travel all over the United States and Canada. We’ve got what feels like a little family here, and I’ve even made friends with some of the players’ wives and kids. I’m living a completely different life, and it’s all thanks to Lucas McKnight and his brother.

I stop recording their practice and put my phone in my back pocket. I’m going to head back to the hotel room and put some clips together, then tomorrow, I’ll post them before the game. Which is against Vancouver, but this time, we’re at their home rink.

Lucas has been a ball of nerves since the plane took off, and even more so since I met him earlier this afternoon for a meeting. Normally, he comes to my room, but he asked me to meet him after a workout instead. He was especially flighty and nervous when I found him, even though he has no reason to be. He’s been on a hot streak since the night after we met, and nobody can touch him.

And despite being upset about the whole “good luck” thing in the beginning, I’m okay with it now. It’s actually caught on with the whole team, and they all call me “Lucky.” Lucas tried to nip it in the bud, but it took on a life of its own. The team’s now made up a bunch of superstitions around me, including that I have to watch every game wearing a team jersey, and I have to film them on the ice before the game for social media.

It’s all really silly, but I love it. I like the friends I’ve made and the teasing that comes with being part of this team. It fills the space in me that’s been empty since Riley moved away. Friends. Good friends. And now I feel like I have a purpose along with it, too.

The only thing that’s annoying me currently is my lack of a sex life. I went from wild and kinky to dry and boring in two seconds flat. I’ve worn out two rose vibrators already, and I’m about ready to Google the nearest sex club in Vancouver to see if I can get in. But one thing’s stopping me, which only annoys me more. And that’s Lucas McKnight.

I asked him to keep things professional with us, and well, he has. We work together daily, and the man doesn’t even look at my boobs! It frustrates the hell out of me. And while I appreciate that he’s followed my wishes, he’s taken it too far. I tried to hug him once after a game, and he dodged me. I thought he’d at least struggle to stop chasing after me, but it seems like he turned the light switch off after our first meeting in that office. There was absolutely no dimmer. Just straight to off.

I know I shouldn’t complain, but at the same time, I feel weird going and sleeping with someone else, even though I shouldn’t. We were never together. We fucked. We fucked dirty. But we agreed to be friends, and I, his employee. For all I know, he fucks girls in every city we go to. I know he goes out with the team sometimes, but I try to keep my nose out of it. So instead, I work, I hang out with the team or some of the wives, and then masturbate. A lot.

“Lucky,” Johnny says, reminding me that he’s standing near me.

“Yeah, Johnny boy?”

He grins lopsidedly, and I smile back. I think the rookie has a crush on me, which is flattering. I don’t know if it stems from when he saw Lucas bang me at the club two months ago or if it’s a fleeting infatuation, but he’s one person who doesn’t hide the fact that he stares at my boobs. He’s harmless, and I won’t lie, it feels nice to be wanted by someone.

“I have a new jersey for you to wear to the game tomorrow.”

My eyebrows shoot up as I turn toward him. He holds it out, and I see it’s his number. My stomach flips as I stare at him in question.

“It’s my birthday tomorrow, and I thought it would bring me extra good luck,” he says innocently.

“Doesn’t this go against some unspoken code if I wear someone’s number?”

“I cleared it with the team.” He shrugs.

I cross my arms over my chest. “Are you playing a joke on me, Johnny?”

He shakes his head. It wouldn’t be the first time the team has tried to get me to do something naughty. One time, I almost touched one of the wingman’s sticks. He almost died when he saw my hand near it. Apparently, nobody but him is allowed to touch his stick, or he thinks they’ll lose. These boys can be insane, but I love them, anyway.

“No jokes, I swear. Oh, and we got you a seat up on the glass,” he smiles.

Now I do get suspicious. Those tickets are expensive and normally are taken by paying customers. Especially at away games. “Who’s we?”

“Me and the guys.”

“You’re serious?”

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