Page 201 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“How is she a spotlight girl when she’s not the one putting up those videos?” I interfere before Mikayla can vouch for herself. The tone this douche is using is one I won’t tolerate when I’m around. He’s not going to mock our girl when she did nothing but exist.

Exist and do her pucking job.

“She shouldn’t put herself in situations that make her grab unnecessary attention,” Jayce argues, which makes me laugh as I approach the fucker.

“So, you’re telling me because our team nurse is doing her job as an intern, wearing Maddox’s jersey while clocked in, she’s bringing unnecessary attention to herself?” I summarize and watch the way he scowls at my approach. “Enlighten me then, Winchester. How the puck should our Viper team nurse proceed for future games when she minds her business while doing her job? Should she wear a box next time, so no one takes photos or videos of her? Better yet, let’s just put her under a huge paper bag and put a stethoscope around her neck so she can at least do her due diligence as a nurse while avoiding the public eye. You know damn well, they’re painting a narrative that gets them views on multiple social media platforms.”

I’m facing him before I realize it, but in comparison to him and his scowling expression, I’m wearing a cocky smirk to grind his gears.

“Why don’t we make one thing clear?” I decide to get to the point because I hate wasting time.

Precious time that’s supposed to be spent with my Sweet Mickey.

“You don’t get to delegate what my Mickey wears. Whether it’s on the job or off the clock, she can wear whatever the fuck she wants. As for how the public portrays her is in their hands,” I emphasize, so he’s forced to acknowledge how wrong his way of thinking really is. “Just admit you’re only saying shit because you’re mad about how the publicity is bringing us more sponsorships.”

“We have people begging to sponsor us,” he argues and feigns a smile that’s so fucking fake. “Unlike you guys, we don’t need our team nurses flaunting to get attention.”

“For a captain to be carelessly fucking a puck bunny who can’t keep her mouth shut, you’re probably not in the right position to be talking shit about flaunting to get attention,” I argue and further dip my voice, hoping Mikayla won’t hear my next words. “Just admit you’re a jealous fucker who hates seeing his ex plastered all over social media in your ex-best friend’s jersey.”

He stops himself from replying, and I know it’s taking everything in him not to combat against me as we glare at one another.

I want to force him to back down because he knows damn straight, I don’t plan on doing so.

You don’t taunt the lion in hopes of leaving his den unharmed.

“Ace?”

Only Mickey’s voice can break through the haze of competitive turmoil beating between us — my eyes moving away from Jayce to my left to see Mikayla standing there with a calm expression on her delicate face.

“We’re going to be late for the picnic.”

Picnic.

How does she know that’s part of the plan?

Actually, no. She doesn’t.

She’s using an alibi from the past.

Our crew used to do picnics. We’d gather together with various blankets, lay them across a field of grass and flowers, and hang out with plenty of food, drinks, and smoke.

We really shouldn’t have had Mickey around us during those times, but she was the light of the party, who managed to keep all of us from arguing for one fucking night.

Our peacemaker.

“You’re right, Mickey,” I praise and move without thinking.

The movement against my lips in response to my actions makes me realize I leaned over to kiss Mikayla in front of Jayce.

What makes it even better is the fact our Heartbreaker Queen is kissing me right back.

I groan against her lips before I can stop it, deepening the connection while my arm hooks around her waist naturally.

I could kiss this woman for all eternity and never be satisfied. That’s how addicting her lips are.

Bringing her closer, I enjoy a few more seconds of her delicate lips and release her with a slight tug on her bottom lip. Her eyes show how surprised she is by my bold display of affection, but I can’t even admit that I acted before thinking of what I wanted to do.

God, this woman can get me in a hell of trouble.

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