Page 21 of Pucking Only

Except, I’m not really feeling it tonight.

The rest of the team is drinking and flirting with the puck bunnies who always flock to this place because they know we come here. The only person missing is Jensen, but he doesn’t come out as often as he used to since he’s shacked up with Grace.

“I’m good,” I tell Wilder, because he’s still staring at me. “Just a little tired, I guess.”

He arches a brow. “You sure? You’ve got a bachelorette party over there eyeing you like a pack of hyenas on the hunt and you’re not even paying attention.”

I glance in the direction he’s indicating and there is indeed a pack of tipsy women surrounding a girl in a costume wedding veil, ogling me from afar.

“Remember that time you offered to be a stripper for that one bachelorette party?” Wilder asks, slapping my shoulder. “Why don’t you do that again?”

“Oh, yeah!” Cruz exclaims, suddenly coming up to my other side. “I remember that night. You were wild, Monroe! Didn’t you hook up with the redheaded hottie from that party?”

“Yeah,” I nod. “That was a wild night.”

“Ugh, she had an ass I still dream about,” Cruz groans. “I was so jealous.”

“But you went home with that cute little blonde number with the purple dress,” Wilder points out.

“Oh yeah,” Cruz replies with a slow grin, before taking a sip of his drink. “She was hot as fuck, and not shy.”

“What does that mean?” Wilder asks with a curious grin.

Cruz waggles his brows. “She gave me a little strip show before we got down and dirty.”

“Bringing it back around to our boy, Monroe,” Wilder declares, slapping me on the back. “Our own in-house stripper. Isn’t that right my guy?”

“Yeah,” I sigh halfheartedly. “That’s right.”

Try as I might, I’m not all that interested in thinking about past hookups. Truth be told, I don’t have much interest in finding a new hookup either.

“Well, go on, man,” Cruz urges. “Get over there! That bachelorette party needs a little excitement introduced to it.”

I shrug. “Just not feeling it tonight.”

Wilder looks surprised and presses his hand to my forehead.

“You sick?” he asks. “Got a fever or something?”

I duck away from his touch. “Get away from me. I’m not sick. Just… not horny.”

“You’re dying!” Wilder declares dramatically.

“Nooooo!” Cruz wails.

I roll my eyes. “Shut up. I’m more than just a very, very large dick.”

Wilder chuckles. “Sure you are. Whatever. I’ll just assume you got hit in the nuts with a puck or something.”

“You’re free to think whatever you want,” I mumble, raising the beer I’ve been nursing for half an hour and take a sip.

Wilder turns so he’s standing next to me and gazes out across the bar. Jayce is busy flirting with a potential one-night-stand. I don’t see Zander anywhere.

Frowning, I ask, “Where’s Zander?”

“Oh, didn’t he tell you?” Cruz answers. “Grace’s cute friend invited him to grab a drink somewhere they could talk since they’re both gamer geeks.”

I jerk my head around and stare at Cruz, wide-eyed. “What? He and Skyler are out together?”

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