Page 182 of Wrong Pucking Player

“You sure?” I ask.

We begin walking to the rows of treadmills, revealing that her partner in nursing the Vipers is indeed on the treadmill.

Running like his life depends on it.

“C’mon, Dessert. One more minute, and you’re done.”

“You’ve… been… saying… that… for… the… last… five… minutes,” Dimitri pants.

“Man, Dimitri,” Mikayla begins as we approach and notice the guy attempting to encourage him is Felix.

All I know about him is that he’s been popular on social media because he’s one of the open hockey players when it comes to his sexuality.

“What bet did you make to have your ass on the treadmill?”

“Bet?” he gasps and glances over at us.

“It has to be because of a bet,” I stress.“No way in hell would you be on the treadmill otherwise. You look like a guy who’d rather lift weights than be stuck doing anything cardio-related.”

“And how do you know that?” Felix asks, completely intrigued.

Me and my bestie gesture to a running Dimitri.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t give him one good look and know he was hiding a six-pack,” Mikayla offers.

“Matched with a bunch of tattoos, piercings, and probably has a pierced cock, too,” I add.

That has Dimitri tripping and grabbing onto the handles for dear life while Felix presses the stop button without breaking eye contact with us. He has this cocky pride to his expression as he moves along the treadmill so he can pat Dimitri’s sweat-dripping back.

“You’re right,” he admits. “But minus the pierced cock.”

“Aww,” Mikayla and I groan in defeat.

“It’s tatted.”

“OH?!!” We squeal. “A tatted cock!”

I look at Mikayla with pure excitement.

“Fucking hell, Maddox is only pierced. You think if I ask him to get a tattoo on his pretty cock, he’d do it for me?” she wonders.

“Promise him you’ll suck it every night, so it heals faster,” I encourage and cross my arms. “And it’s Pucking,” I correct her. “Shit. What can I do to get Wyatt to do either?”

Would he actually get his cock pierced? Actually, I need to ask him why he doesn’t play hockey anymore.

Hearing Dakota talking about it left me feeling left out in an odd way. I’m sure whatever Wyatt is dealing with was so hard on him that he had to stop his dream of being a hockey player professionally, but why didn’t he share it with me?

Then again, I’m too afraid to tell him where I live. He could be too scared to reveal his diagnosis.

“He’s not pierced or tatted?” Mikayla gasps. “Nah. He has to be hiding something. Check again.”

I have to fight not to laugh at that one.

Our relationship is clearly based on loads of secrets neither of us is ready to reveal to the other.

“Girl,” I groan. “It’s not that simple!”

“You live with him.”

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