Page 101 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Maddox slams his lips against hers before she can dismiss the opportunity I feel we’ve been manifesting for years while on our own paths across the globe.

“Don’t take that back,” Maddox pleads the moment he breaks the spontaneous kiss.

“B-But.”

She’s scared. Frightened that we’ll judge her. Fearing what happens next without some sort of plan.

“This… wouldn’t look right. I mean. My dad coaches the Pincers. I’m on the Vipers… and if people find out we’re intimate… If they realize I’m dating more than one player on the team, they’ll lose it. It’s… like I’m wearing the wrong jersey by falling in love with you guys instead of supporting my dad’s team, the Pincers, and I… maybe… it just won’t work o—”

“Jeez, Mickey,” I interrupt and have my hand on her chin now so I can turn her head my way and kiss her without a moment’s delay.

My execution surprises her.

Hell, it surprises me. I don’t act as boldly as Maddox, but I can’t stand her sabotaging this when it hasn’t even begun. This opportunity has been begging to sprout, grow, spread its wings, and fly into the freeing sky of life.

I couldn’t give a flying shit about anyone else’s opinion.

How many years did I sacrifice worrying about whether a group would hate me for who I was?

I hid myself, covered all the things I was intrigued by with this cloak of masculinity, so I’d be favored by many. Until it was on the verge of destroying me.

The alcohol.

The drugs.

Anything to make me look more “manly” to the world.

All for what?

To be unhappy and live in the past where I was the happiest I’ve ever been in my life?

Not again. I’m not losing this.

I’m not losing our girl a second time.

“Don’t you dare shoot this idea down when I’ve been begging the universe to bring us this fated opportunity.”

“Begging the universe?” She stares at me with those wide blue eyes. “You… you guys…” She glances between us, unsure who to get her answer from, but instead of using words, Maddox decides to take a different route.

His hand further moves up Mikayla’s thigh, making her glance down to confirm his approach. She’s then staring at him, the two of them sharing a look of longing before Maddox inches forward.

“If it gets too overwhelming, say one word, and we’ll stop,” he quietly instructs, sounding out of breath.

My heart races against my chest as I hold my breath, wondering if he really wants us to make a move together.

To tease our Queen with what this can lead to.

He seals those words with a kiss, and the two of them begin to kiss deeply, which helps her body relax.

This is my chance to take charge. To ignite what I’ve been craving for years. I have to remind myself that I fought for this reality in my mind again and again.

I can’t cower out.

No. I won’t cower out.

She’s ours.

Nothing will destroy that.

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