Page 84 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

No, my lips?

I’m so damn thirsty suddenly, and my insides feel like they’re on fire for other reasons.

Whatever voodoo shit Damien pulls has our Mishka right where he wants her when she slides off my lap and sits right on his.

I can see the way she smiles almost nervously before she whispers, “Hello.”

“Hello, Jagiya.”

A moment of silence passes by, leaving us all in silence before Damien cuts off his seductive Korean charm that’s making me question my morals.

Fuck, do I have morals right now?

“How’s your day been so far?”

“Good,” she admits, and I can see she’s further relaxing at the approaching conversation. “I’m really relieved I got you guys’ to help. I know this is going to be only a few months' internship, so I don’t need a lot of stuff, but I’m glad I listened to you guys and packed more of my things.”

“That way, you don’t need to go back and forth,” Damien emphasizes. “Traffic here is shit.”

“No shit,” Ace jumps in as he sits on Damien’s right side. “I really thought they were just messing with us when they said traffic is bad here, but shit. It’s a nightmare. Might as well buy a stupid scooter.”

“Your ass wouldn’t fit on a scooter,” I groan.

“YOUR ass won’t fit on a fucking scooter, bodybuilder,” Ace counters. “It would tip over.”

“Shut it,” I counter.

Maddox closes the door before he walks to the couch. Instead of sitting to my left like a normal individual, our captain literally sits on me.

“Puck, O’Riley!” I attempt to curse at his fucking weight because shit. He’s heavy and will probably destroy my cock. I force myself to slide further to the left, which is what Maddox wanted because he’s now between Damien and me.

“You’ve hip-thrust bigger weights,” he mumbles to me. “Gotta work on those wall squat sits.”

Ass.

“Maddox, you weigh a good 280 pounds,” I argue.

“I actually dropped a bit,” Maddox reveals. “Coach wants me to go on a cut.”

“And die,” Ace gasps. “Don’t tell me the whole team is cutting? I’ve enjoyed the three thousand calorie life.”

“We’re all cutting.”

“Awww.” The way we all groan in grievance has Mikayla’s laughing her head off.

“You guys love food THAT much?”

“Mickey, you don’t get it.” Ace looks like he’ll cry. “Two thousand versus three thousand calories is a big difference on training days. You don’t get enough food in your system matched with Coach Cyrus drills, and we’re fucked. Literally fucked. I can’t even justify saying pucked for this.”

“Is Coach Cyrus a drill sergeant like my dad?” she ponders and even further relaxes against Damien, who has his arm hooked comfortably around her waist.

Lucky bastard.

“Honestly, we have no clue,” Maddox admits, and now he has his hand on her thigh. She’s wearing black tights that make her legs look so fucking good. Matched with a V-neck shirt that gives us a nice glimpse of her boobs, I’m fighting not to salivate.

“We’re starting on Monday. He wanted us to go easy and adjust to the time change and jet lag. This weekend a lot of the guys are going to the bar in town.”

“Are you guys going?” Ace asks.

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