Page 2 of Puck Me Better

I feel the smile slip from my face. "I, um, we can sit down on Monday after practice and discuss the possibility of me representing the three of you." I lift my chin, refusing to let themsee how much their words hurt me. That little voice I thought I had locked away when I went off to college and became the badass agent has resurfaced.

Hurt you? They were never interested in you, to begin with.

"Are you okay?" The shorter, more muscular one, whose name I think is Maverick, asks.

I blink back the tears, "I'm fine. I have a party to get back to." I breeze past them, giving them my best I don't give a damn vibe, and walk through the kitchen door. All the while, my heart is breaking for the fat little girl locked inside of me who no one will ever love. Didn't my fiancé confirm that when he left me high and dry at the altar all those years ago? It shouldn't matter what these three guys think about me.

Then why does their lack of interest hurt so much?

I head straight for Fin and Tarek, knowing it was their idea for the keg. I'm almost positive they brought some whiskey or tequila—something stronger than the twenty-five-year-old bottle of wine I was planning on drinking tonight.

Twenty-five. The bottle of wine is three years older than the young studs in my kitchen that I want to mount and ride until we all beg for mercy.

"What do you have that's strong? I'm in the mood for shots."

Fin and Tarek give me a wicked smirk. They love getting someone shitfaced drunk—it looks like I'm the lucky or unlucky winner tonight, depending on how you look at it.

I have three extremely hot, single hockey players in my kitchen, and instead of staking my claim on them, I'm sitting in my living room keeping pace with Fin and Talen shot for shot on the best tequila I've ever had slide down my throat.

The thought of what I really want to slide down my throat tonight has me grabbing for the bottle of tequila and taking the biggest drink I can hold in my mouth, making sure to swallow every last drop once again, reminding me of what I really want to swallow tonight.

My girls' night has turned into a co-ed night with everyone hanging out and visiting—all except the three new guys, who I now know as Maverick, Ace, and Dalton. I try not to listen to their conversation, but a part of me can't help wanting to know what they are talking about. It doesn't matter because their voices are so low that I can't make out what they are saying anyway.

It might be my imagination, but every time I glance in their direction, they are all three staring back at me.

Are they talking about me?

I force myself to concentrate on the drinking game I'm pretty sure Fin made up on the fly. None of the rules make any sense, and I seem to be the only one who's drinking.

Before I can confront him about his fake game, Teagan and Britt stride over to where we are sitting with their hands on their hips and a scowl on their faces, ready to give their boyfriends Fin and Talen hell. I lift the bottle to my mouth and take another big drink, getting ready for the entertainment of watching these two cocky bastards get bitched out by their girlfriends.

If you've ever heard that old saying 'mad as a wet hen,' that is exactly how Teagan and Britt look or how imagine a wet hen to look. I've never seen a wet hen in person—or a dry one, for that matter.

"How much did you let her drink?" Teagan kicks Fin's foot off my coffee table with a loud thud.

"And why is she talking about hens?" Britt crosses her arms over her chest and glares at Tarek.

When they don't say anything, Teagan adds, "If you don't answer me, Fin, I'll ban you from sex tonight. You'll have to watch as I suck on Coulter and Royal's cocks and let them fuck me in every hole without you."

"Same goes for you." Brit nods to a shocked-looking Tarek.

"Damn, you two are cruel." Fin reaches for Teagan's arm at the same time Tarek reaches for Britt, pulling them onto their laps.

Ugh, it's so sickening I could puke.

"Is she going to puke? I thought she said something about puking. " Fin's horrified look makes me giggle.

"Seriously, Fin, how much did she have to drink? First, she's talking about hens, and now she's talking about puking."

Wait a minute, how did Teagan know I was talking about hens and throwing up? Is she a mind reader? Is she reading my mind now?

"No, I'm not a mind reader. You keep talking out loud."

With a gasp, I glance around the room and find all eyes on me. My gaze lands on Maverick, Ace, and Dalton, and I'm glad I didn't say anything about how hot I find.

"Still talking out loud." Teagan laughs.

"I've never seen this side of Cassi." Holden joins the conversation. "I think I like it better than the always-in-control badass agent."

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