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Marta snickered. “In this day and age, if you send someone nudes, you pretty muchhaveto expect they’re going to get around.”
I slunk lower in my seat. I felt so stupid …
Marta began to backpedal as if she sensed that her words had somehow upset me. “Then again, everyone’s seen my tits because of my modeling work, so maybe I just don’t think it’s a big deal?”
“Yeah, maybe,” I murmured.
“Nice cock though, right? I mean, look, I’ll be the first to admit it, I’m a proud slut and Ilovedick. But I also happen to think most cocks are ugly as hell. I’ve got a real love/hate relationship with cock, you know? But this guy, I’ve been told, really knows how to use it.”
“Wait. What do you mean you’ve been told? Aren’t you already sleeping with him?”
She shook her head. “Nah. I haven’t fucked him. I haven’t even met him, actually.”
I laughed. “Then how’d you get his dick pic?”
“Well, I have a girlfriend or two that have slept with him.”
“I’m so confused. Do I even want to know?”
“It’s nothing nefarious. We trade dick pics like baseball cards.”
Our cab pulled up to the curb outside the club. The neon sign read,Club Plush.Our cab driver, the poor old man, finally smiled. He must’ve been so incredibly relieved to be rid of us crazy girls.
“And so, based on his dick pic, you’re somehow going to track this guy down?” I asked as we hopped out.
“Yup. In fact, the plan is already in motion,” Marta said as we cut to the front of the line. The bouncer greeted her by name and happily waved us through. “Andyou’regoing to help me get with him, Ainsley.”
“… Oookay,” I said.
How exactly am I supposed to do that?
6
Tanner
Heavy metal blasted hard, fast, and aggressively over the arena’s speakers. As loud as our victory song was, the thunderous ovation from the hometown crowd nearly drowned it out.
“Now that’s what I call a fucking comeback!” Dane DeHardt, our team captain, roared as he led the troops through the tunnel and back to our locker room.
That’s right—after I got pulled from the game, the Devils clawed their way back from a five goal deficit and beat the Reign 6–5. Lately, that’s just the way things are going for us. The team only wins when Cooper starts the night in net or if, like tonight, they stage an epic comeback after I’ve been pulled.
Dane posted himself at the entry of the door and punched his gloved hand against the chest of every player that walked past, praising and welcoming them into the locker room—hisroom.
“Reavo! The straw the stirs the drink! Big hits all night, buddy, way to go!”
“Hathaway! Did someone say we needed acomeback?I think I know just the guy for that!”
“Jack Cameron, theBig Rig!” Dane gestured like a trucker pulling his horn chain, and the whole team added the sound effect of a blaring semi-truck horn. “Great defense tonight, Cammer!”
“Niko! Two more goals for the Russian phenom!Me love score goals!”
And then there was one.
“Vaughnsy …”
I was the last player to be initiated into the room. I saw the fear in Dane’s eye as he wondered,shit, what am I supposed to say to the guy who nearly blew the game for us?
I tried to push past him, but he grabbed me by the shoulders and stopped me. “Hey. Vaughnsy.”
