Page 9 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

“I missed you too. I can’t wait to hug you two and cover your faces with kisses.”

I laugh. “Only our faces?”

“Well... Maybe other parts too.”

My dick stirs in my pants. Bloody hell. I cannot be getting a hard-on surrounded by my teammates and their families. In hindsight, it was a dumb move to make that comment. Now all I can think about is June’s lips wrapped around my cock.

“I can’t wait, lass.” My voice is low and tight, which makes Jake raise an eyebrow.

“Piss off,”I mouth to him, and turn around.

“Me neither,” June replies. “What’s the ETA?”

I find Ryan in the distance, still doing his rounds. I never begrudge him for being so social, but now I do a little. I want to get home ASAP.

“Don’t know. It depends on Ryan. He wants to talk toeveryone.”

“He’s been so worried. He didn’t sleep at all last night.”

“I didn’t either, lass. At least he had you.”

“We had each other. I was worried sick about you too.”

My pulse accelerates, fueled by the anticipation of being with June again. I feel like a young lad, falling in love for the first time. I never thought I’d feel this way again after my ex betrayed me.

“We’ll be there soon. I promise, lass.”

Even if I have to drag Ryan’s arse to the car.

CHAPTER 6

JUNE

Ryan has been gone for almost two hours and, to avoid going crazy while waiting, I decide to clean Mrs. Carpenter’s apartment from top to bottom and bake apple pie, which is my favorite dessert. I promised the boys I would.

The entire apartment smells like a bakery, and the delicious aroma of apple pie would make my mouth water, but I’m too anxious to even think about eating anything. I glance at my reflection in the mirror and wince. I look like hell. I need to shower before they get here. Most women would have spent the entire morning getting ready for their boyfriends’ return. I’m the only idiot who decided to do chores instead.

I run to the bathroom and hop into the shower. I shaved my legs yesterday, and I’m good in the Brazilian waxing department too. I really just need to get clean, and it takes me about five minutes.

I’m wrapped in a towel with my wet hair dripping down my back when I hear a loud crash from the kitchen.

“Hell! What now?”

I fly out of the room and immediately see the broken vase on the floor and the fresh flowers gathered around the pieces ofglass. Shit. One of the cats must have knocked the vase off the counter. I’m glad that I put Winston in his crate earlier so I could vacuum the living room.

Apollo is on the couch, leisurely licking his paws. He turns his head toward me for a second before resuming his grooming.

“Did you do this?”

He simply watches me with the condescending look only a cat can muster, but a meow from the other side of the kitchen island draws my attention.

“Eros? Is that you?”

When I get closer, I see red footprints on the floor. Fuck. Eros must have stepped on a shard of glass and cut himself. I start to shake. Taking care of someone’s pets is a huge responsibility and now one of them has probably hurt himself, and I’m freaking out.

“Eros, where are you?” I call out through the lump in my throat.

“Eros is a bad boy,” Admiral screeches.

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