Page 31 of Pucking Grey

Crystal’s eyes are big as she covers her mouth. If we weren’t drunk, none of this would be funny. But we’re all women, we’ve all been there. My situation happened at the pool. Yeah, I had blood dripping down my leg. Nobody saw, but I was mortified. Right now, Michelle Swift is shaking her ass with this guy. He is rubbing her so hard that it’s staining her pants. How embarrassing. Sydney reminds me that she’s still using me to hold herself up by laughing in my face.

I catch Greyson’s eyes across the party. He would probably laugh at this view too. He’s a fucking prick, but right now I love that his eyes are on me. I turn back to Crystal and say, “Maybe we should tell her.”

“She’s wasted,” Crystal says and starts talking to Kara about her own period diaries.

Sydney straightens herself, and that must only mean one thing.

“What’s so funny?” Greyson asks.

“I’ll tell you later,” I mouth, but Sydney can’t help herself. She whispers in his ear while his eyes stay locked with mine. I hate that he’s not uncomfortable with her closeness. Matt would at least squirm at the proximity of another woman in front me. Grey is always himself. I guess I should be saluting him rather than judging. He’s a confident man.

Greyson shrugs off whatever Sydney whispered. “Ready to get out of here?”

“You’re taking her already?” Sydney snaps. She glares at him, but he doesn’t bother to look at her.

Grey says, “She’s moving in with me tonight.”

I scoff. “I’m not!”

Sydney’s brows furrow and I think she’s blushing for me.

“You are,” Grey demands.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“You’re going to lose,” I claim, stepping to him. I’m so much more competitive than he realizes. If I can score a goal against the Ryan Wilder of the Seven Devils NHL hockey league, I’m sure I can beat a college hockey player. My brothers raised me to be tough on the ice. If I wanted to play with them, I had to keep up. I’m about to blow Greyson’s mind.

Sydney laughs. “Okay. Something’s going on that I don’t know about. You two, have fun arguing.”

“You’re moving in, bunny.”

Sydney scoffs, almost spitting out her drink. “You have a nickname for her?” She turns to me. “He gave you a nickname?” I think I’m as red as her fingernails right now, embarrassed he’s calling me that. It implies that I’m his puck bunny.

He puts an arm around my shoulder, and my heart is racing all over my body. I can feel the heat of him next to me. He forces me towards the exit.

“You’re going to lose,” I sing.

“Maddie,” he sighs. And there’s something in his tone that is fed up but also intrigued. “You’ve already lost.”

I laugh. “You have no idea who you’re talking to.I ama Wilder.”

“Yeah? Well,I ama winner.”

I push him, but he’s like a rubber band. Our bodies separate and then come back together, thanks to his height.

Once we step outside, I say, “I’m going to kick your ass on the ice. But I need to go grab my skates.”

Chapter 8

It’s not that I think I would lose because let’s be honest, I’m going to fucking win. She thinks she can beat me on the ice? I highly doubt any of her brothers would beat me at a one-on-one.

I wish I put the puzzle pieces together earlier that she’s Ryan’s little sister. It makes me question why he would let her date a guy like Pearson, not that I’m the better choice, but he’s a fuckboy too. He only committed to her for those few months because well… look at her.

Cute.

Hot.

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