Page 220 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

I grab his arm before I know it, stopping him from taking the steps he needs to get back into the house and go all crazy in finding who the fuck is texting me.

I swear if Damien wasn’t involved in hockey, he’d join the damn Mafia.

Heck, maybe he’s a part of it and doesn’t tell us. They would beg to recruit him.

Damien isn’t all talk. He executes before anyone can change his mind. I’ve forgotten how powerful he can be with such a mindset. One phone call and he could not only find this person but get them arrested.

After beating the shit out of them.

I know because I’ve seen it happen once.

Only once.

When a douche was sending inappropriate shit to our Heartbreaker Queen.

Let’s just say the guy is lucky Damien allowed him to keep four of his fingers.

He won’t be able to slide into our girl’s DMs again.

“Let me handle it,” I plead.

“You’re not handling shit if it’s been years, Wolfgang.”

“I know, but I want to see how far they’ll take it,” I argue and squeeze his hand. He knows I’m lying, yet he takes the initiative to look over his shoulder to peer into my pleading eyes. “I don’t want them to believe I’m a coward, that I can’t fight my own battles. I ignore them because I feel it’s just a tactic to force me to come out. I’m not reacting, so they know I’m not afraid of them.”

“Yet you are,” Damien mutters and turns around. He grips half of my face and leans in close to whisper in my ear, “And your fear proves they’ve said enough to make you question the love you have for Maddox and Mikayla, yes?”

Shit…

“Y-Yes.” There’s no point in lying to him. He’d catch onto it in a heartbeat. “But I don’t want to cower down, Damien.”

He pulls back to stare directly into my eyes.

“Let me see how far they’ll take it,” I whisper again.

Let me see if I can figure out who’s doing this shit.

We stare at one another for what feels like eons.

“So, are you two going to kiss or something?” Maddox asks.

We look in the direction of the voice to see our captain casually walking toward us, hands in pockets and shirtless.

My cock twitches in need.

“Cause if you are, better not be selfish and leave me out of it.”

Since when is he so bold? That weed is making him into a courageous lion.

Damien chuckles as he lets go of me.

“Nah, I’m only into you,” Damien replies and pats my shoulder. He mutters under my breath, “Fine. Do it your way.” He moves to meet Maddox halfway and doesn’t even hesitate to kiss the man as if he owns him.

I’m frozen in my spot, staring at them with wide eyes because I’ve never seen two dominant men kiss so passionately.

Tongue twisting, body pressing, hand gripping their hair, kissing.

It’s such a sexual vibe, I can only pray the darkness of the night will hide my growing hard-on.

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