Page 159 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Was that Russian?” Damien asks for clarification as though he can’t speak the language.

“Nah, that’s just Mkaykay gibberish.”

I mutter another set of nonsense, then give up because my limbs are jelly, and my mind is soaring peacefully.

“No way can we turn back now,” Damien whispers, then I feel lips press on my right temple. “This is what we wanted for years. All that time ago, this was it. Why did it feel so complicated when that felt so… so…”

“So pucking right?” Maddox offers.

“Fucking,” he counters, and they both laugh. “Everything just flowed.”

“Honestly, I think we were just afraid back then,” Maddox whispers. “We’ve grown, and we’re still learning. Now we can explore this new territory without constant ridicule.”

“Damn straight,” Damien sighs. “Thank the fuck for that.”

“Puck,” Maddox teases.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Don’t test me, O’Riley.”

Maddox just laughs.

“I’m happy we have our Heartbreaker Queen back,” he confesses.

“Me, too,” Damien agrees.

Their arms tighten around me, and I’m sandwiched between two massive hockey players.

My content Heartbreaker Kings.

Drifting off, I think about what we just experienced and realize what’s ahead of us.

I know Ace is on board, and I want to be intimate with him when the time is right.

Then the only one left is Wolfgang.

In my swirling world of bliss, it feels like a challenge I can accomplish successfully.

Two down. Two more to go.

Train Like Professionals

~MIKAYLA~

“Hot damn!”

“Hot nurse alert.”

“It should be illegal for the coach’s daughter to look smoking hot at six in the morning!”

Marcus’ comment has me fighting off a snicker as I scan around the gym filled with sweaty hockey men for my best friends.

Today was the start of a new week, and the boys had a game tonight.

After the weekend we spent recuperating—and having far too much sex between Maddox and Damien—I didn’t think I’d make it to this morning’s training session.

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