Page 50 of Double Pucked

“Hit me up,” he says, putting his fork down before he takes a bite of the herb chicken.

“You’ve never done this before. This whole—” I flap a hand in the direction of the bedroom, suddenly shy again.

After what I just did, how can I be shy? Maybe it’s because talking about sex is its own kind of intimacy. It’s one thing to strip naked physically. It’s entirely another to do it emotionally, with words.

I try again, owning my awkward as much as I own my pleasure. “This whole…three-way.”

“Devil’s three-way,” Ryker adds dryly.

I sit primly. “I prefer manwich,” I say, then laugh with them.

From my dog’s dirty deeds to nicknames for threesomes, I don’t miss my ex one bit.

Wow.

I really don’t.

I sit up straighter on that realization. I don’t miss Jasper. Also, Icanrelax in bed. Icanlet go. I just needed to be with the right guy. Or, really, the right guys.

“My ex was wrong,” I say, almost like I’ve come out of a trance.

“About literally everything,” Ryker mutters. “Except liking hockey.”

“Facts,” Chase says.

I shake my head adamantly. “Yes, but he was wrong about me too. He said I couldn’t relax in bed. That I was all up in my head.”

“That guy never deserved you for a single second,” Ryker bites out.

Chase narrows his eyes, his tone turning dark and protective. “I swear if I ever see that guy…”

I kinda want to see them run into Jasper, but only because I like the protective sides of Ryker and Chase. I take a deep breath, and it feels cleansing, like I’m letting go of the last remnants of Jasper, the last pieces of doubt. I don’t feel like Jasper has as much power over me even as he did last night. I haven’t even bothered to check my socials to see if he’s commented on any of the photos I put up.

Maybe those revenge pics helped.

But more likely, maybe a couple nights of great sex did the trick. It’s like I’m leaving behind the revenge era, and moving into the…well, the devil’s three-way era.

Speaking of…

I take another bite of my hummus-covered pita, and when I’ve got some food in me, I return to the topic that intrigues me most. “If you’ve never done this before, how are you so good at…the whole directing thing?” I ask Chase, eager to know.

The golden guy leans back in his stool and wipes a napkin across the corner of his mouth, letting a slow smile spread.

But he’s not the one who answers my question. Ryker clears his throat. “He’s not team captain for nothing.”

I turn to Ryker, intrigued. “But you’re not on his team?”

“Not now, but we played together when we were younger.”

“So you know his leadership style?” I ask.

“Yep. On the ice, off the ice, Chase always has a plan.”

I shift my gaze to Chase. “So, you’re naturally that way in bed too?”

Chase scratches his jaw, then gives a quick nod, owning his bossy side, but his leadership side too. “I suppose so. And Ryker here just gets the job done. That’s his style. No fanfare. Just delivering one thousand percent.”

I hardly know Ryker and yet I know that describes him perfectly. Makes me think I was wrong last night in my assessment that his personality style is the challenger. He’s more the loyalist, since he’s a defender, which is what he does on the ice.

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