Page 104 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Sweetheart,” I urge and kiss the side of her neck.

She moans and arches her back, making me growl in response as I slowly trail my tongue around the sensitive spot I’d love to bite and bruise.

“Keep making those noises and I don’t think I’m going back to play fake hockey game shit.”

Maddox laughs lowly but kisses Mikayla’s temple.

“Answer, Sweet Kay.”

“Y-Y-Yes?” The way she stutters is so cute. “Only… if he wants… but… wow. I can’t really process this right now.”

“Why don’t we take it slow, hmm?” Maddox’s thumb is trailing down her bottom lip. “Nice and slow.”

They’re easily falling into each other’s orbit all over again — Maddox’s thumb inching slightly into Mikayla’s mouth.

Then she sucks it just as teasingly.

“Fuck, you guys are going to give me a hard-on before I leave here,” I complain, which snaps them out of it. “Define slow, Maddox.”

He lays one more kiss on Mikayla’s lips, his hand still possessively gripping her knee.

“We go at Mikayla’s pace.” He wants to make sure that’s crystal clear. “Nothing risky in public. Occasional hugs or hand holdings when in massive crowds are fine. That’s something we can combat if anyone makes a big deal about it.”

He had to have thought about this for a while for the plan to flow out so smoothly.

“We honestly don’t know how the season is going to be. How hectic our schedules will become depends on how far we go until the final games. We need a safe spot that isn’t easily accessible from potential paparazzi,” he breaks it down.

“My place?” Mikayla offers. “I mean, my dorm should be fine, right? There’s only another suite on my floor, but the walls are pretty thick, so it’s not like they’ll hear much.”

“If they hear your moans, you can brag that your sex life is popping,” I mumbled.

Mickey slaps my arm.

“No! That’s not something I should be bragging about while on my internship.”

“Just because you’re here for an internship doesn’t mean you can’t have an adventurous life,” I argue. “You’re allowed to have fun, Mickey.”

She blushes a little and pouts her lips.

Meaning she won’t further argue with me.

“For now, your place is fine,” Maddox concludes. “We’re sharing rooms at our dorm more out of convenience. We may be upgraded, depending on how the first few games go. More games, more sponsorships, and money deals. Mr. Champion did mention special suites and even penthouse opportunities that are just a short distance from the stadium. We may be offered those down the line, but who knows? For now, we play it safe.”

He looks to Mikayla specifically.

“Everyone’s still reeling about the potential love triangle happening between Jayce and us, so we just have to feed into their fanatics for now. I’m sure someone videotaped the race that happened today and is going to use it as more ammunition to paint out this narrative, but if dealing with Jayce is too much to handle, you tell one of us immediately, Mikayla.”

“I can handle it,” she mumbles.

“Speak louder, Mickey,” I whisper in her ear.

She shivers at my low voice before swallowing and wetting her lips.

“I can handle Winchester,” she states with a firm resolve in her voice. “If it does get too much, though, I’ll let you guys know.”

“One more thing,” Maddox stresses. He cups her cheeks so her head can’t lower. “Communication is key with this. Expressing our thoughts, our struggles. Admitting when things are hard or confusing and reaching out within our circle for help and guidance.”

He briefly looks my way, and I give him a nod of agreement.

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