Page 21 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Puck, I’d make a new language for her.

The way she smiles has my stomach doing cartwheels, and I know my cheeks are getting flushed with how warm my face feels.

“Whatcha doing here with my girl, Maddox?”

Oh. I forgot. Confrontation.

My arms don’t leave Mikayla’s body.

Instead, I further pull her against me, then acknowledge my childhood best friend, who obviously isn’t a child anymore.

We’re grown men now.

Still fighting over the same girl.

“Didn’t know you were here, Jayce,” I begin and smirk. “Would have paid for your shots as well.”

I can already see the scowl brewing on his face as his eyes narrow.

Jayce had always carried the “good boy” look—dirty Blond hair, blue eyes, and not a tattoo on his body. He was far from good, but in public places, he looked like the knight in shining armor, saving the girl from the cocky, tattooed jerk who just wants to fuck and break hearts.

I want to fuck her, I won’t deny that, but I’m more than ready to win MY girl’s heart back.

With or Without Jayce Winchester.

“You’re the one who paid for my shots?”

I don’t expect Mikayla to reply to my comment, which is why I’m glancing back at her to see her genuine surprise.

“Yeah, baby.” She looks as if I bought her a damn car. “You looked like you were having a good time with Mack, so why wouldn’t I cover that so you can have the time of your life tonight?”

“You remember her, too.” Her smile only grows.

“It’s been five years, baby,” I remind her as if she’s forgotten.Bet she hasn’t.“Not long enough for me to forget all those who were important to you.”

Her arms around my waist squeeze a little tighter, and I know that’s her way of expressing her gratitude.

Saying thank you without showing anyone around us her gratefulness.

“Why you here, O’Riley?” Jayce jumps to formalities, which means he’s pissed enough to not give a crap that we were once good friends. “I’m pretty sure your team ain’t celebrating shit.”

I’m not sure what he’s celebrating, which is why I just shrug at his comments. Confrontation seems stupid if you don’t want to put up a fight. I’m one of those.

Who doesn’t feel the need to use his fist unless I have to.

Right now, it’s not necessary. No matter how much Jayce is itching for a fight, I won’t fall for such dramatics.

No distractions. My prize is right in my arms.

“I invited him.”

Once again, I’m glancing down at Mkaykay who’s staring at Jayce with those fierce eyes.

She’s not mad, more like playing cautious.

She knows what Jayce is trying to pull, especially when I’m certain he’s had a few drinks.

Jayce enjoys the thrill of shit. The thrill that comes with wild emotions. He doesn’t give himself time to think. He just performs and regrets shit later when there are consequences laid on him that can get him in serious shit. I knew that quality of his long ago, which is another reason why I don’t fall for it.

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