Page 54 of Wrong Pucking Player

Guys didn’t show interest in Mackenzie.

At least, that’s what I assumed since everyone seemed to be head over heels for Mikayla Cross Johnson. Most of the guys would mark her as the final base. We all wanted to reach the end and claim her, but we all knew only the determined with enough charm, stamina, and personality could tap that.

Which ended up being Jayce and Maddox.

However, things are different now.

Mackenzie’s a contender on the playing field of attractiveness.

Seeing her in tight running attire and a sports bra that makes her breasts so perfectly round and lifted is driving me insane.

Does she wear clothes like this normally when working out?

Why don’t I even know that? I don’t even know where she fucking lives. If anything actually happened to her, where would I take her? Her aunt’s would be out of the question.

This situation proves I may not be ready for this.

Ready to take the leap of taking another shot with my Xandra.

That’s what’s scaring me shitless.

The idea of letting her go.

She’s mine.

The stirring movement in the corner of my eyes draws me to look at Mackenzie as her closed eyes squeeze further, a sign that she’s finally waking up.

“Xandra?” My voice is tender as I reach out to move a few loose strands of her blonde hair from her face.

Her rosy pink lips make that adorable pout while she further stirs in place. It takes a few seconds, but her eyes finally open, revealing those magnificently blue eyes that immediately ignite a wave of relief that runs through me.

“Thank goodness,” I sigh and lean over enough so I can kiss her. Moments like these kick away all the excuses as to ‘why I wouldn’t be good for her’ out the window. They fizzle away like a candle that’s blown out and left with but a stream of evaporating smoke.

If I used my body to get me everything I wanted instead of my bloody mind, Xandra would already be mine. It’s the inner thoughts within my subconscious and the nagging reminders of how complicated it would get bringing her into my life that are holding me back.

She wouldn’t want to be around those douche elites. Surrounded by families of status that love belittling anyone who isn’t in the same tax bracket.

That’s exactly why my dad avoids it.

Why he rather stays with Coach Johnson in their quiet little town home and enjoy their company without all the buzzing noise.

I want to be like him, but I can’t cut bridges.

I’m not in the position of power to do so yet.

Dad can because he’s obtained what he needs to secure his future. Well-known specialized doctor in cancer research and rehabilitation and a hockey coach who’s about to be thrown back in the spotlight of fame.

I don’t have the same amount of power or connections he has. Not yet… but I’m going to fight hard to get there. Fight harder to surpass where he reached so I can secure my relationship with the woman I love.

The light bite to my bottom lip forces me to break the kiss I realize it’s still going. I can survive on autopilot when it comes to Xandra, something I’m sure she notices from time to time.

“Wyatt…” She looks confused for a moment, the heaviness of exhaustion and confusion in the depths of her eyes before she glances around.

She probably doesn’t know where we are.

“Hey,” I begin and can’t help but cup her left cheek with my hand while my thumb casually runs along her bottom lip. “I’m glad you’re okay, Wildflower. You had me worried. We’re at Oscar’s place. He brought you here after you hurt your elbow and passed out.”

“Oh, shit. I fainted?” The realization makes her eyes widen with panic before she quickly sits up.

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