Page 194 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Wrapping it around my waist, I walk out to see Dimitri.

“What you doing here, Nurse Champion?” I ask and notice how hard and rough my voice is.

As if I’m pissed off as fuck.

It has to be harsh because it makes Dimitri jump a bit before he glances at my physique.

“Ah… sorry. Fuck, I should have knocked. Uh, do you know where Maddox and Mikayla went?” He asks with a flustered face before holding up a bag in his grasp. “Mikayla forgot her stethoscope and change of clothes on the benches.”

“Ah,” I coldly state, feeling even more jealous because Mishka was wearing Maddox’s jersey during the game. The only jersey with a number from the Strattonville Vipers. It made me want to see what my jersey would look like on her sexy body.

Before I tugged it off her naked flesh and fucked her with all this pent-up frustration.

“Leave it with me. She took Maddox to bandage his leg, which was bothering him with some heat cream shit,” I huff.

“Ah, okay.” Dimitri gives me an odd look.

“What?”

“You okay?” Dimitri dares to ask. “I don’t know. You shouldn’t be pissed when you guys won your first game.”

“I’m not pissed,” I huff. “I dislike being interrupted when I’m trying to wind down.”

“But Mikayla was here with Maddox. Isn’t that interrupting?”

“I was in the shower,” I grumble and narrow my eyes at him. “If you don’t have anything else to say, you can leave now.”

“Right,” Dimitri mutters and walks over to the bench to my left to lower the bag of Mishka’s items. Turning away, he walks to the door but stops. Glancing over his shoulder, he gives me a long up-and-down look before he shrugs.

“Getting upset with yourself isn’t going to help you accomplish what you want, Augustus.”

I arch an eyebrow at him, but he opens the door.

“But what do I know? I’m just the team nurse intern. Tell Mikay I’ll see her at the bar.” He doesn’t wait for my reply before he’s gone.

Smart fucking team nurse…

“He’s right, you know.”

I literally jump at the hot whisper that tickles my right ear, leaving me to turn around to see Maddox with his crossed arms in nothing but a towel around his waist like me.

“M-Madd—” I don’t finish because Maddox is right in my face, his lips barely touching mine.

“Do that shit again and I swear to fucking God, I won’t let you in when you’re ready to man up.”

I hold my breath and notice he’s one hundred percent serious.

“I…” I want to defend myself, but I don’t want to further tick him off. “Understood.”

He stares at me long and hard before he pulls back.

“You break her heart, and I’ll treat you no different from Jayce and those other fuckers, Wolfgang,” he warns. “I know what you want… know how badly you want it. The stains on the wood door can confirm I know exactly what your cock wants.”

I swallow the lump forming in my throat while hoping he keeps his voice down, so Mishka won’t hear the truth in his words of scrutiny.

“So, stop overthinking and realize what you want,” he orders. “Got it?”

“Got it,” I say and notice how out of breath I am.

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