Page 15 of Puck Shy

Well, not because of him, but because Riley texted me this morning that she, Jace, and Leo had just landed in Seattle on a red-eye for something related to Leo’s job and asked if I wanted to go to the Seattle vs. Vancouver game tonight with rink-side seats. I’ve never sat that close before, and I would have died. Especially after the game Lucas played tonight, which I only got to see via ESPN highlights on my phone.

But of course, the little boutique agency I do social media for had an event downtown, and I had to be there to do a live stream. I was tempted to quit, but after all of Margo’s shit, I needed the money, and I wasn’t about to ask Riley to spot me some cash. She thinks my job pays me well, and my parents do, too.

My phone vibrates in the pocket of my black faux leather pants as I’m getting into my car. The event went longer than planned, but I’m glad it’s over now. So when I take out my phone and see Riley’s name, I open the message with a smile.

RILEY: We’re heading to that fancy bar on 3rd for a post-game drink, the one with the VIP section at the top. I’ll send you the address.

STEVIE: You really want me to join you and your lover boys? Maybe you want to get frisky in the bathroom.

RILEY: HA HA. Just come, you nut. I want you to get to know the guys better.

I think for a second. I could go home to my apartment and watch reruns of Buffy with a giant glass of cheap red wine, or I could get fancy finger foods and drinks paid for by my eventual brother-in-laws. I know it’s still early in their relationship, but I can see that coming from a million miles away.

There’s also the fact I just got boinked by Leo’s twin not even twenty-four hours ago. I’m not sure I can keep a straight face when I see him. They look identical. So identical that when Riley met Leo on Christmas Eve, she thought he was Lucas.

Then, of course, there’s Riley. Since I was born, she’s been my best friend. The moment she sees me, she’ll know something’s up. I don’t think she’d care if I told her I slept with Lucas. She’d probably be excited about the prospect of us dating brothers.

I click my seatbelt on and stop. Wait. Dating?! Where the heck did that come from? I don’t do relationships. Plus, I don’t even know the real him, just the hockey player I’ve been a fan of since I was in college. One night of kinky sex does not a relationship make. Unless you’re Riley, I suppose.

Before I can stop myself, more images of when we first met in the hallway fill my mind, making my toes curl in my shoes. I swear I can still feel his swollen cock pressed into my belly and hear his sensual voice croon, You can watch us in the mirror while everyone sees how many times I make you come. Gah! So hot.

Then that moment where Nia went to him and he asked for my permission to touch her, to let her touch him. It was…strange. And sweet. He’s loyal, and because we had a connection first, he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t mind. Even though I was the one doing a scene with someone else in the first place.

Ping! I look back down at my phone.

RILEY: Hello? Are you going to join? Do I have to come and bring you here myself?

I turn the key to start the engine and pop my headlights on before answering.

STEVIE: Fine. I’ll be there in 10. I’m close by.

RILEY: Leo says to drive safe.

STEVIE: Aw, tell him thanks, FBIL.

RILEY: FBIL?

STEVIE: Future Brother-In-Law

RILEY: Are you drunk already?

STEVIE: I wish. See you soon.

The bear hug that Jace gives me in greeting elicits all the warm fuzzies. It’s like hugging a squishy yet hard teddy bear. It’s the kind of hug that makes a person feel safe, taken care of. And the more I get to know him, the more I understand why it’s so easy for Riley to call this man Daddy.

Personally, I’m not into that kink, but good on my sister. He’s hot and sweet and all kinds of wonderful. I’m so happy that she has someone like him in her life.

“Nice to see you again, Stevie,” Jace says after he pulls back, hazel eyes sparkling.

He looks sexy in a black shirt and cardigan with dark jeans. Though I have to say I miss seeing the traditional Polynesian tattoos all over his light-brown skin.

“Nice to see you, too,” I say back.

Riley greets me next, practically suffocating me with how hard she squeezes me.

“Woman, I saw you two weeks ago.” She squeezes me tighter for my complaint before stepping back and taking my hands in hers.

“I know, but I missed you.” She grins.

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