Page 54 of The Pucking Wrong Man

I scoffed before wiping my palms on my pants. It was almost time for our dance.

“He didn’t pick it,” Disney provided helpfully as he appeared next to me.

“But I think his taste in music really is this bad. He had “Go The Distance” in his top songs of the last year,” offered Logan.

“Excuse me, Rookie. That song snaps. And also...get out of my fucking Spotify playlists,” I hissed, thoroughly annoyed.

Logan blinked at me for a moment before laughing uproariously.

“That song snaps, Hero?” Ari gasped, also leaning forward and laughing like he was about to die.

“Why aren’t all of you more concerned that Logan is stalking me?” I growled. “And also...I hate you all.”

“So does that mean you’re dancing by yourself—I’m positive it was your moonwalk that made this event happen,” said Disney.

It was a really good moonwalk, but I still stared at him, aghast. “Of course it doesn’t mean that. You think this friendship has outs like that just because I know cool lingo and you don’t?”

They started laughing at me harder.

I flipped them all off, with both fingers for good measure and then went back to staring at Anastasia.

Before I danced.

Fuck. Was I really about to do this?

“Let’s go, boys,” Ari whooped, because sometimes he liked to pretend that we were in a Shania Twain video.

I glanced up at the official Knights DJ booth located in one of the suites and gave him a head nod as I skated toward center ice. Anastasia was staring at us questioningly, her face so pretty I wanted to leap over the glass and drag her into a closet somewhere.

I willed myself not to get hard, what I was about to do was going to get enough attention.

My dick didn’t need to come out and try to steal the show.

The pulsating beats of “Baby Got Back,” filled the arena then, and I took a deep breath, wishing it wasn’t questionable to take shots before games.

I was really going to do this, though.

Ari skated by and slapped me on the ass on the way to his spot.

Winking at her, I launched into my dance, gyrating and twisting to Sir Mix-a-Lot as I turned and shook my ass, pretending it was just at Anastasia and not an arena filled with people recording me.

Lincoln scooted me over, and I glared at him before realizing why he’d moved me. I was technically on the side of the ice closest to Monroe, and apparently, I’d gotten too close to the invisible barrier that was supposed to surround his wife at all times.

Lincoln started shaking his ass in front of Monroe, who was staring at him with a kind of bemused look on her face.

He was completely stealing my best moves!

I forgot about the thief, though, as Anastasia got a sort of dreamy looking smile on her face, her gaze pinned to my every move.

Everything was going well until Lancaster snuck up behind me and tried to ride me like a pony.

And then Walker was trying to ride my other side.

And everything turned to pure chaos.

The fans were screaming louder than I think I’d ever heard them, which was offensive because we were on a ten-game winning streak at the moment. There seemed to be more high-pitched screams than usual as well.

And I wasn’t sure those high-pitched screams were just coming from women.

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