Page 195 of Wrong Pucking Player

No wonder why some men love a woman who’s hard to get. I bet it’s a damn high they crave to experience.

Mentally shaking my head, I take a deep breath and let it out, knowing we’re going back to putting on a show for the sake of it.

“Up the weight,” I hear my bestie call out as we enter the gym. She’s sitting on the bench with her empty water bottle and completely drenched in sweat.

Despite looking exhausted, I can also see the thrilling anticipation dancing in her eyes as she stares at the remaining competition.

Armani and Winchester.

“Nurse Johnson! You mad?” The Viper player named Ethan asks in horror.

“I’m gonna call Maddox so we can get him to convince her that this is madness,” another player, Clayton, reveals.

I have a general idea of who they are because Mikayla had talked about them a few days ago with descriptions. I was finally learning a bit about each of my own teammates now that I had some time to observe them on and off the ice, but I knew little of their personalities.

Time to make a grand entrance.

“If you think my bestie is gonna listen to her man when it comes to deadlifting, y’all dumb as fuck,” I explain as I walk in with Wyatt trailing behind. I like how, in situations like these, he doesn’t ask questions. He just follows my lead and goes with whatever nonsense I’m getting us into.

Mikayla laughs at my comment as we reach the group who must have been taking this competition seriously from how riled up they are.

“Bitch, we’re back,” I hum in delight. “What weight are you guys at?”

“Upping to 260 lbs.,” Mikayla replies and adds, “Wyatt, your shirt is backward.”

Is it?

I know he quickly changed his shirt after recovering from the dizzy spell passing out fiasco since it was drenched in a cold sweat, but I hadn’t even realized his shirt was backward.

And Leo didn’t say shit. I bet he did that on purpose.

“What?” He blinks and looks down to see the truth with his own eyes. “Aww, fuck.”

A few of the guys whistle.

“Our equipment manager’s getting bold these days,” Liam from the Vipers encourages.

“I was doing laundry,” Wyatt argues.

“Laundry doesn’t clarify why your shirt is backward,” Knox from the Vipers laughs.

“Ugh. It gets hot in the room filled with dryers. I wanted to see who’s winning this shit,” he argues.

“So, how’d you know we’re competing, huh?” Ethan asks.

“Mackenzie told me!”

“Mackenzie,” the boys repeat in pure taunt.

“I bet you there was more than just telling involved,” Sebastian from the Vipers casually states.

“What more would they be doing?” Clayton from the Vipers asks.

Everyone is either snickering or laughing while Wyatt grunts a bunch of curses.

“Anyway,” Mikayla calls out to grab the men’s attention before they further imply that Wyatt and I were doing friskier things than sharing childhood traumas and rejuvenating our relationship. With new boundaries. “Jayce, you’re next.”

“Why don’t you go first?” he counters.

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