Page 189 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

The years away from Mishka wouldn’t change a thing.

“No fucking way,” she squeals and tries to wiggle out, but Maddox won’t let up. “Maddox!”

He carries her like she weighs nothing, opening the door to the sauna and confirming there’s no one inside.

“Thank fucking God,” he declares as they disappear inside.

I’m moving before I can think, approaching the boxed wood room. There’s only a single window that helps one see inside. I dare to look inward, my “short” height benefiting me because anyone peering from the inside out would barely see my head.

“Maddox, anyone can come in here.”

I manage to hear Mishka’s breathy voice.

“You want me, Baby Girl?” Maddox asks.

I know that’s his way of asking for permission. He’d never continue unless he has our Mishka’s consent.

No risk was worth taking without the other’s permission.

“Y-Yes,” she answers truthfully.

“Then don’t worry about anyone interrupting,” Maddox states with so much fucking confidence, it turns me on all over again.

I recall the Maddox from years ago who couldn’t even defend himself, let alone others, yet today, he displayed how much growth he’s obtained throughout his journey into becoming the captain he is now.

Fought for our incomes to be raised, having complete confidence in our team’s future. He displayed confidence throughout the game tonight, and now here he was, confidently fucking the woman of his dreams in the sauna, knowing if any of us walked in here, we wouldn’t rat him out.

The real question is, does he know I’m still here?

It doesn’t matter because he’s lost in observing the naked beauty before him.

Just seeing her legs spread wide with Maddox’s naked body between them has my cock twitching in impatience.

As though I can join the damn action.

Licking my bottom lip, sore from how hard I bit it previously, my eyes take in Maddox’s muscled back with his tattoos and his firm ass.

God, this man still carries a figure of a chiseled beast.

“Okay.” The breathless whisper from Mishka only makes me imagine the seductive expression on her attractive face. “Fuck me senseless, my Heartbreaker King.”

Heartbreaker King.

I want to be called that, too. To hear those words leave those parted swollen lips of hers.

But I’m a fucking coward who can’t grow the balls to open the door and join in.

I dare to reach for the handle with my hand that’s not wrapped around my shaft. The slight tremble in my fingers makes me freeze as I hold my breath. My heart races against my chest, and a lump is forming in my throat.

Am I ready to do this?

I said I would join the chase.

That I’d get exactly what I pucking want this time around.

Why am I hesitating?

What am I so afraid of?

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