Page 193 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Before I can stop my hand, which has been stroking up and down my shaft, I’m growing rigid as the whiplash of pleasures consumes me right as Mishka is crying out in ecstasy.

“AH!!!” Her scream is so fucking perfect, followed by Maddox’s loud grunt before he gives three more thrusts and has Mishka sinking onto his length while he growls through his release.

“Fuck,” he breathes and groans. “God, I can’t get tired of you, Baby Girl.” He wraps an arm around her, pulling her against him, knowing she needs a moment as aftershocks riddle through her.

His panting is loud, and I realize I’m panting just as loudly out here. My eyes drift to my cock, which is oozing off my release, while some shots stain the wood surface of the door. I bite my bottom lip while trying not to acknowledge the hint of frustration that lingers inside me.

I could have joined in.

Could have experienced something sensational.

Yet, I chickened out.

Why?

What am I so afraid of?

Lifting my gaze, I remain completely frozen as my eyes lock onto those darkened honey ones that don’t hesitate to show their sternness.

I can’t tell if Maddox is upset, disappointed, or a mix of in-between, but I know one thing for sure.

He gave me a chance to join.

Made every possible chance for me to take the reins and control this situation.

And I let it slip away…

I know the look he’s giving me means one thing.

There are only so many chances he’ll give before he cuts me off.

Mishka’s heart isn’t the only one who’s on the line with this.

His heart is at risk as well…

We share a look before I slowly nod my head in understanding.

It’s not enough for him. He mouths something I understand fluently.

“Miss out again, and there won’t be a third time.”

There it is—confirmation he won’t tolerate missed opportunities.

I don’t know how to feel about it, but then again, he’s doing what he can to protect this thing, this connection we’ve always wanted but weren’t bold enough to chase and conquer.

Am I still the cowardly boy from years ago who couldn’t make a move?

With a breath, I turn away, ashamed of myself. I fucked up, and it makes me disappointed because I could be setting this thing up for failure.

Out of the four of us, I’m the only one hesitating.

Why can’t I push forward like they are?

I should be wondering what’s stopping me from doing what my heart wants.

Is it fear?

The creak of the locker room door makes me flinch before I quickly grab a towel that’s hanging on one of the hooks outside the sauna.

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