Page 11 of Puck Right Off

“Not yet.” His smile is arrogant. “But the rate you’re going, it’s only a matter of time.”

I blow out an exasperated sigh. “She’s my roommate, Alex.”

He shrugs. “Jordyn could be your girlfriend if you play your cards right.”

“Did you hit your head on the ice yesterday? I already told you, Josh forbid?—”

“Which just makes it ten times hotter. Imagine sneaking around with her. That dumbass is on the couch, playing NHL 23, and you clamp your hand over her mouth and bend her over the table?—”

“Shut the fuck up. Right the hell now.”Although, that image is fucking hot.

“Wow. You’re testy. You really have it bad for her.” He heads toward the weight bench, motioning me with his hand. “I need to meet this girl.”

“The fuck you do. And I don’t have it bad for her.”

“Uh-huh.” He grabs some weights and remains quiet.

The tension drains from my body as I pick up a pair of fifty-pound dumbbells, getting ready to curl them. Maybe he’s finally dropping this.

As soon as I curl the weight toward my shoulders, he says, “Book nerd, huh? Did she bring any books?”

My brows furrow. “Yeah. Why?”

“You bought her a bookcase, didn’t you, motherfucker?”

I’m so surprised that I nearly dropped a dumbbell on my foot. “What are you, psychic?”

Alex’s loud laughter is going to haunt me forever.

Rolling my eyes, I pump out some curls with renewed vigor, hoping it will drown him and my errant thoughts out of my head.

CHAPTER 7

Jordyn

Sneaking through the patio doors, I listen for the shouting that shook the house before I went for a run. When Josh came home, Tristan flew into a rage, screaming about betrayal, puck bunnies, and being set up. Josh laughed until Tristan grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

Although my stepbrother annoys the shit out of me, he’s the reason I’m not homeless right now, so I intervened, putting my hand on Tristan’s arm. Then I gently rubbed his back, my voice calm as I tried to soothe the rage that turned his eyes a deep shade of green. I must admit, when he first turned his head toward me, eyes blazing and baring his teeth, my panties became wet. Dropping my gaze to my feet, I kept talking until he released Josh.

Once I was sure he wasn’t going to kill my stepbrother, I fled the room like I was being chased by a ghost and grabbed my running shoes. I needed to calm the hell down before I did something stupid because the image of Tristan’s big cock was making me hot and bothered.

Although I hated to admit it, I was jealous of Janelle.

My gaze went to the trashcan that contained the used condom Tristan dropped earlier. It’s a reminder of what he is—a player.

Slipping inside, I tiptoe through the house and up the stairs. I breathe a sigh of relief when I reach my doorway. Until Tristan’s door flies open, and there he stands, shirtless, wearing only those damn gray sweatpants.

My eyes immediately drop to the outline of his cock. For the first time, I want to throw caution to the wind and do something foolish. Like drop to my knees and suck his cock.

Horrified by my thoughts, my eyes snap up when his woodsy scent infiltrates my nose. He’s so damn close that I could easily reach out and touch the bulge in his pants.

Dear God, what is wrong with me?

“Sorry if I scared you earlier.” His deep, raspy voice is like an intoxicating blend of alcohol and seduction, making me drunk and stupid. I want to do really bad things right now, like roll on the bed with him, naked.

Inhaling, I catch the scent of his shower gel mixing with the woodsy scent. Then I notice his damp hair. He must have taken a shower while I went for a run.I wonder if he thought about me?—

Cutting off my thoughts, I flash him a smile that I hope is reassuring and not seductive. I’m not even sure I know how to smile like that anyway. “It’s okay. You had every right to be upset.”God, why does my voice sound breathless? Am I giving him fuck me eyes? His pupils dilated when I spoke.

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