Page 17 of Good Pucking Luck

“You tricked me!” we both say at the same time, then blanch. “I didn’t trick you,” I tell him. “You tricked me.”

“Why would I trick you?” He crosses his arms.

I do the same. “Because I’m kind of a big deal.”

He rolls his eyes so hard, I’m surprised they don’t fall out of his head. “Ugh. You’re so cocky.”

“You’ve seen what I’m packing.” I grin because well, we both know it’s true.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Oh my God. What did I see in you?”

“My hard pecs? You seemed especially fixated on those.”

I’m fairly certain I notice a flash of heat in his gaze before he covers it. “We’re getting off-track here. Did you get off on it?”

I feel like I’ve missed a step. He knows I got off because he swallowed my load. It’s clear in the way he crosses and uncrosses his arms, how he wrings his hands, and how he can’t stay still that he’s upset, and that’s the last thing I want. Does he regret what we did? It would kill me if that’s the case. I don’t ever want anyone to regret being with me. “Listen, I’m totally lost here. You’re going to have to help me catch up. It’s obvious your name isn’t Harry, but that’s all I got. Did I…hurt you?” I don’t see how that’s possible, but it’s important to me to be sure.

He cocks his head, his gaze on me. He’s studying me, searching for something, but it’s just one more item on the list of things I don’t know in this conversation.

“Oh God. You really don’t know, do you?”

Pucky jumps off the couch and walks away, clearly over us. “No clue.”

“Okay, well, this was fun. I should go.”

Wait. What? Harry tries to walk away, but I step in front of him, arms up so he knows I’m not trying to force him to doanything, but I really am curious what’s going on. “What are you doing here?”

“I live in LA.”

“I mean my house, smart-ass.”

“Hey, I’m not the smart-ass between us, Mister You’ve-Seen-What-I’m-Packing. Ugh.”

He’s got me there. I chuckle. “I was only speaking the truth, but I’m not worried about that. Who are you?” Because it’s clear that’s an issue for him. He thinks I tricked him in some way because of who he is. “Before that night in Seattle, I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

Harry—I’m really getting sick of calling him that—runs a hand through his hair and paces my living room. “How did this happen?”

“If I knew whatthisis, I might be able to help.”

He ignores me, talking to himself. “Because of course, the one time I decide to hook up with a hot guy, he has to have been there for the worst night of my life.”

I force myself not to focus on the hot-guy part while I try putting together the pieces of what he’s saying. I was there for the worst night of his life? None of this is making any sense.

“I can’t even have no-strings-attached sex right. I can’t breathe. Holy shit. Can you breathe? Why can’t I breathe?”

“I can breathe,” I reply, which might be the dumbest thing I’ve ever said.

Harry plops down on my couch and bends forward, clearly trying to catch his breath. I have no idea what I’m doing here, but I hurry over, sit beside him and rub circles on his back the way my mom used to do when I was upset. “Are you kidding? You’re great at no-strings-attached sex. Believe me. I should know. You made me come my brains out.” When he doesn’t reply, just keeps rocking back and forth, I continue. “Seriously. I played the best game of my career after I blew you. I jacked offthinking about it…more than once. I’ve been a little pissed at you since then because I’ve sucked balls in every game after that first night, but the sex was fan-fucking-tastic.”

He freezes, then looks at me. “How is it my fault you’ve sucked balls since then?”

“Hockey rules. I don’t make them.”

“We’re getting off-track again.”

“What track are we on?” I ask because I still have no idea what the fuck is happening here.

“The one where the only member of the Jilted Exes’ Club dumb enough to propose to his cheating boyfriend—at a professional hockey game, no less—is then dumb enough to blow one of said hockey players. The internet will have a field day with this if they find out!”

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