Page 217 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Fuck. Everyone getting love but me…

I shake my head out of it before I spiral into negative space.

Today was too fucking good to ruin due to my insecurities.

Purchasing a home with my best friends.

Inviting the girl we’ve had a crush on for years to live with us.

Spending the day picnicking in our backyard.

Having Chinese, tacos, Korean BBQ, and a bunch of American cuisines delivered for dinner.

Enjoying the buzz of alcohol.

The weed was just a bonus to see what it’s like, so Maddox would be more encouraged to stop cigarettes and get on this stuff.

Not sure if we’re doing a good job convincing him, but fuck, what a night.

Watching Maddox and Mikayla make out is expected, but I really didn’t think I’d see Damien kissing Ace for calling him DaiDai.

Instead of Daddy… fuck.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit all this public display of affection within our group was turning me on. I’m not sure how I’d feel about the idea of kissing Ace or Damien.

But Maddox… fuck…

“I get dibs sleeping with Mickey,” Ace declares.

“If you think you’re getting her out of my grasp, you might as well give up on that mission,” Maddox huffs.

I notice he’s sitting up, even with Mishka hugging him for dear life.

“Then why don’t we share, hmm?” Ace offers.

I look between the four of them.

Their dynamic has changed.

When did it change?

Why am I not a part of the change…

“Fine with me,” Maddox states with a slight shrug. “You coming inside?”

“Gladly!” Ace beams and can barely get up.

“You’re going to faceplant into the lake and die,” Damien complains as he stands up. Offering his hand to Ace, he continues, “C’mon. I’ll help you inside, but if you fall down the stairs, that’s all you.”

“As if Daddy would let me,” Ace says far too smoothly not to make someone shiver with that deep husky voice.

Damien just grins ear to ear, his eyes showing me that he’s enjoying this more than he’d admit.

Wait. Have they been intimate together?

I don’t think so.

Damien’s into Maddox only… right?

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