Page 89 of Wrong Pucking Player

“I went to pick her up. We didn’t get home until four thirty, and we were both drenched from the rain, so I let her shower first while I had a smoke. Think I didn’t go to bed until five.”

Five my wake-up time.

“So, you two didn’t fuck,” Diesel concludes.

“No.”

“Is that because she’s with Wyatt or because you were tired?” Kane inquires.

“Tired, and she showed no signs of going down that route.” I don’t get why this conversation is going down this path.

I just want to go back to bed.

Cuddle Andrews a little more.

Listen to Mittens purr.

“Meaning you would fuck her,” Diesel acknowledges.

“I don’t know.”

“Diesel, man, chill,” Kane encourages. “Let the man go through his own emotions first before you lay down 99 Fucking Questions, man.”

“I just want to know where we stand so we don’t spill shit and start unnecessary drama,” Diesel grumbles. “You saw how cranky Cyrus Jr. was. Bet you he wanted to wake up with Andrew in his bed.”

Kane surprisingly laughs. “I feel not an ounce of pity for the man.”

“You’re a savage, you know that?” Diesel acknowledges.

“Not in the slightest. C’mon, man. We ain’t little boys in high school. He wants her but fucked her in a bar suite? Didn’t have the decency to take her home? Even if he has his family mansion in their neighborhood where Jayce lives, he could have taken her to his place.”

“Does he still have a place?” Diesel wonders.

“Who knows? Coach Cyrus chills at Coach Johnson’s place ‘cause he can’t stand his cocky sons.”

“Gotta be grateful we got the most tolerable Cyrus of the triple bunch of cocky fuckers,” Diesel laughs.

“We have Jayce to deal with. We don’t need anyone else, thanks.” The sound of Kane knocking on wood follows. “C’mon, Universe. Make the rest of the day go smoothly.”

“Let’s go tell Jayce and the others before he races to Oscar’s place on his bike to fuck him up,” Diesel encourages with urgency.

“Fuck yeah. He’d do that shit,” Kane groans. “He doesn’t care that Oscar’s place smells like cat.”

“He’d rather be covered by hives than lose this chance,” Diesel mocks. “Addicted to legacy and fame. We’re going to be drilled to the core with him as captain.”

“Exciting,” Kane laughs. “Not.”

They chuckle before Kane directs his next words to me.

“We saved your ass, Bro, so get your goalie ass here with your ‘girl-not-your-girl,’ Andrews.”

“Fine, fine,” I sigh. “Thanks for the save, but don’t go telling the whole fucking team I have the shits.”

“Either I tell them you have the shits or Jayce is going to threaten to rip your nip piercings for the four hundredth time,” Kane points out.

Fuck.

I forgot about how Jayce loves to threaten me with that shit. I’m kind of lucky he doesn’t know my cock is pierced, too. He’d most definitely use that against me if it meant I had a higher chance of bleeding to death.

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