Page 122 of Dirty Pucker

Xander moves a chair over, and Sam takes the chair next to me.

“Congrats on the win, fellas,” Sam says.

“Did you catch the game?” I ask.

“Yeah, I managed to get a pretty decent seat at the last minute.” He thanks Theo when he hands him a shot glass. “You guys were fucking on fire tonight.”

We all tell him thanks. Just then I spot Ingrid, Dakota, Maya, and Sophie walking into the bar and toward our table. We all stand up and shuffle around to make room for them.

As Ingrid walks over to me, I gaze at the Bashers jersey she’s wearing. Satisfaction pulses through me at seeing her wear my number.

She smiles at me and gives me a quick kiss before leaning over to loop her purse strap over her chair. I zero in on my last name across her back.

That satisfied feeling intensifies.

That’s my nameandmy number on her body.

I think back to that moment during warmups when I saw her sitting in the stands, wearing my jersey.

I think about that teasing smile on her face, like she was so excited to surprise me. I think about that sexy-as-hell look she gave me when she turned around to show me the back of her jersey.

My dick twitches in my pants.

Yeah, it’s the most cliché thing in the world for me to get turned on when I see my girlfriend wearing my jersey. But I don’t care. It feels like she’s showing the whole world who she belongs to. And that’s hot as fuck.

We sit down and she looks at me, that teasing smile playing across her plump lips.

“So you liked my surprise?” she says in a soft voice.

“Fuck yeah, I liked it.” I rest my hand on her hip, pulling her closer to me.

She giggles, then leans closer to whisper into my ear. “You’re gonna love what I have planned for later tonight.”

Excitement flickers in my chest. “What do you have planned?”

She flashes a gorgeous grin. “It’s another surprise.”

The sound of everyone laughing pulls us out of our conversation. We look across the table and see everyone looking at Blomdahl and Sophie. He’s grinning. Sophie is looking at him, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Wait, you lick the bottom of your stick before every game?” she asks.

He nods. “Yup. It’s for good luck.”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “Goalies are so weird.”

“What other weird stuff do you do?” Dakota asks.

Blomdahl shrugs. “I’m not that weird.”

Xander and Theo laugh into their drinks.

Blomdahl rolls his eyes at them. “I do the stick thing. I do the net thing that I mentioned before. And I skate ten circles around the net during warmups. That’s everything.”

Xander raises his eyebrow at him. “That is not everything.”

Blomdahl looks at him with an unreadable expression.

He frowns at Xander. “I only do that at home games,” he says, his tone defensive.

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