Page 72 of Pucking Amazing

After our dinner last week, I have no idea where his head is at. DJ’s unusual proposal took me by surprise so I can only imagine how Tyler, who’s also working to embrace a whole new element of his sexual identity right now, feels.

I swallow as Tyler slides in beside me. “How’s it going, Doc?”

“Just enjoying the celebrations,” I reply, trying for nonchalance even as Tyler’s proximity sends my heart rate skyrocketing; his solid, muscular presence affects me just as much as ever, even with all the complications of our…situation. “How about you?”

A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips. “Same. Though I have to say, the view’s gotten significantly better in the last few minutes.” His eyes rake over me appreciatively.

My cheeks flush hot. Damn, when did the shy goalie turn into such a smooth talker?

“Is that so?” I tease, emboldened by the heated look in his eyes. “And here I thought you only had eyes for someone a little…taller than me.”

Tyler throws his head back and laughs, his hand coming to rest lightly on my knee. “Only? Or also?”

A warm tingle spreads through me at his touch and I grin at his response. Hyper-aware of the weight and heat of his hand, I’m reminded of how connected I am to Tyler, how much I’ve come to care about him already in the brief time we’ve known one another.

“So how’s your sister Leah doing? Last we talked, things were a bit rocky with her husband.”

“Actually, they started couples therapy recently. Seems to be helping. Leah sounded more upbeat when we chatted the other day.” Tyler’s fingers trace idle patterns on my skin as he speaks.

“That’s great, I’m glad they’re working things out.” I smile up at him, genuinely pleased to hear his family is doing well. I shift slightly so my bare leg presses against his under the table.

Tyler’s eyes dart to my thigh and darken. He bites his lip. “Me too. Everyone deserves a chance at happiness, you know?”

All of the sudden it seems like he isn’t talking about Leah anymore.

“Couldn’t agree more,” I murmur, pulse quickening.

In my peripheral vision, I catch sight of DJ across the room, his penetrating gaze locked on us. A delicious shiver runs through me, imagining him watching, wanting...

Unable to stop myself, I lean in closer to Tyler, letting my hand rest on his muscular forearm as I grin mischievously. “So, any other family updates? How are your parents enjoying retirement in Florida?”

We chat and laugh, the conversation light but our body language speaking volumes. I angle myself towards Tyler, running my fingers through my hair, savoring the sensation of DJ watching us.

To an outside observer, we’re just two people engaged in friendly discussion.

But sexual energy is simmering between all three of us, building with every teasing touch and meaningful look.

God, it’s such an illicit thrill, performing for DJ’s viewing pleasure, wondering what filthy thoughts are running through his head...

Unable to keep his distance any longer, DJ strides over, his tall form towering over our booth. He braces a hand on the table, looming over us with a smirk.

“You two seem to be having all kinds of fun without me. What do you say we take this party back to my place?”

His gravelly voice drips with insinuation, full of dark promise. Tyler and I exchange a glance and I blush, wondering if Tyler realizes the show I’ve been putting on—or if he was putting on one of his own?

Because his eyes are bright and he replies instantly.

“I’m in.”

CHAPTER 25

SYDNEY

The rideshare to DJ’s place is filled with a loaded silence. DJ and Tyler sit on either side of me, our thighs brushing against one another’s with each turn. My skin prickles with anticipation and pent-up desire.

I can’t believe this is really happening.

It’s surreal, like a heady dream—and I never want to wake up.

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