Page 163 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Man, Dimitri,” I begin as we approach and notice the guy attempting to encourage him is Felix. “What bet did you make to have your ass on the treadmill?”

“Bet?” He gasps and glances over at us.

“It has to be because of a bet,” Mack notes and is in full agreement with what I’m assuming in my mind.We always think alike.“No way in hell would you be on the treadmill otherwise. You look like a guy who’d rather lift weights than be stuck doing anything cardio-related.”

“And how do you know that?” Felix asks, completely intrigued.

Me and my girl gesture to a running Dimitri.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t give him one good look and knew he was hiding a six-pack,” I offer.

“Matched with a bunch of tattoos, piercings, and probably has a pierced cock, too,” Mack continues,

That has Dimitri tripping and grabbing onto the handles for dear life while Felix presses the stop button without breaking eye contact with us. He has this cocky pride to his expression as he moves along the treadmill so he can pat Dimitri’s sweat-dripping back.

“You’re right,” he admits. “But minus the pierced cock.”

“Aww,” Mack and I groan in defeat.

“It’s tatted.”

“OH?!!” We squeal. “A tatted cock!”

I look at my bestie.

“Fucking hell, Maddox is only pierced. You think if I ask him to get a tattoo on his pretty cock, he’d do it for me?”

“Promise him you’ll suck it every night, so it heals faster,” Mack encourages and crosses her arms. “And it’s Pucking,” she corrects me. “Shit. What can I do to get Wyatt to do either?”

“He’s not pierced or tatted?” I gasp. “Nah. He has to be hiding something. Check again.”

“Girl,” Mack groans. “It’s not that simple!”

“You live with him.”

“That isn’t helping,” she whines. “He’s hard to crack.”

“With your seduction techniques? You just need to bend over and wiggle your ass, and that man will drop and worship you. Did you give the titties a shake? He loves your titties.”

“I need to start wearing crop tops around the house.”

“WITH SHORTS!” I emphasize.

“Is that what you did with Maddox this weekend?”

“Oh, no, I was just wearing Jayce’s jersey.”

“That douche’s jersey?! Bitch, what madness possessed you to wear the wrong fucking jersey in front of your husband.”

“Girl, he ain’t my husband,” I correct her and add, “Wrong pucking jersey.”

“He probably was so mad.”

“Yeah, and I got punished with the best sex ever.”

“Wait, but you were at Damien’s place.”

“So?”

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