Page 79 of What if It's Us

“Maybe Ledger’s emotionally compromised,” Ollenberg says, nudging me with a knowing wink. “Hmm? Wanna talk about it, man?”

“Nah. I’m good.”

The less Ollenberg knows the better.

He’ll just give me a hard time.

“Something keeping you up at night?” Magallan asks.

Recognition hits Griffin square in the face and he narrows his eyes, watching me. “I think you mean someone.”

I give him a look. “Don’t.”

“Oh-ho-ho.” Blackstone grins, he eyes lighting up. “You didn’t.”

“I thought I heard screaming coming from someone’s room.” Meers nods. “Wasn’t sure exactly what room it was coming from so I shoved my ear plugs in my ears and went to sleep.”

Griffin clutches his chest dramatically. “You dog. You absolute trash raccoon. Isthiswhy you looked like you fought a bear in the locker room mirror this morning?”

I roll my eyes and skate back toward the bench. “It was… late. I didn’t sleep much.”

“You didn’tsleepmuch,” Griffin mimics in a high-pitched voice. “We get it. You were too busy whispering sweet nothings and whatever else into her ear.”

She may have tasted sweet, but I only remember being relentless with her body.

“Trust me, man,” Harrison snorts. “There was no whispering going on. From either of them.”

I groan and toss my helmet onto the bench and grab a water bottle. “You guys are the worst.”

“Maybe,” Oliver says, grinning as he flops down beside me. “Butwe’renot the ones skating like baby giraffes.”

Coach blows the whistle and barks something about “momentum” and “looking alive, for god’s sake,” and I swear under my breath.

“Look she showed up at my door late last night because her ovulation test came back positive. I knew that meant it was time and I knew what I had to do.”

August’s jaw drops. “No shit! Did you guys finally fuck?”

“If the noises I heard were any indication…” Harrison mumbles.

I bob my head back and forth trying to decide just how much to tell them. “There was a bit of a…cumtastrophe.”

Roche skates over to the bench just in time. “A what?”

I wave his pinched brows off dismissively. “Long story short, there was a mess on the floor and a panicking mother to be so I did what every other normal man would do.”

Magallan’s brows arch and his eyes grow excited. “Which is?”

“I kissed her and told her she could trust me and that if she would let me, I would be there for her. For everything.”

“And then you fucked,” August notes.

“Y-yeah. We fucked. A lot.” I wipe my hand over my face trying not to smile like a giddy teenage boy.

“How many times?” Griffin inquires.

“Three?” Harrison guesses, looking at me. I can tell he’s trying to recount what he heard.

“Four? Five?” I offer. “I may have lost track. Once I had her there I couldn’t stop. No, shit, I didn’t want to stop. She was…”

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