Page 197 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Let him do it. You don’t see me complaining.”

That’s my bestie for you.

Armani is giving my girl a look. I kinda wish she knew what a genuine guy he really was.

Now that the idea of me dating him with Wyatt may become a public reality sooner or later, I’m going to have to tell her.

I can only imagine her reaction to the news.

Diesel and Kane are done setting the weight up, and Mikayla takes the opportunity to gesture over to the 300 lbs. setup.

“Let’s go, Oscar. Do your rep for the team.”

“Don’t need you to tell me that,” he grunts, eyeing her suspiciously before he proceeds to clap his hands to get rid of the excess chalk. He’s ready to deadlift, and I can tell from his stance, he can probably lift that weight, but personally, I don’t want it getting any higher than 300 lbs.

Don’t need either of them pulling something.

“C’mon, Oscar. Show her,” Jayce shouts.

“Yeah, Oscar. You got this,” Diesel adds.

“Let’s go!” Kane cheers and the rest of the Pincers continue to give support as he preps for his lift.

I’m surprised when those hazelnut chocolate eyes seek my blue ones. The moment they lock, we share a single-second look before he’s grunting and beginning his set.

I have a strong feeling, from how we’re maintaining eye contact, he’s using me as motivation. His body begins to shake as he works toward straightening his back to complete the set.

I wonder…

His eyes are still on me when I decided to mouth my intentions.

“Lose and I’ll give you the best blow job ever.”

A part of me doubts he was able to read that while attempting to deadlift 300 lbs., but I’m proven wrong because the moment my lips finish mouthing those words, this muscled goalie is dropping the weight at the last second onto the padded ground.

The Pincers are groaning in defeat while the Vipers are cheering like wild animals.

I’m just grinning from ear to ear at my man’s inner victory.

“Did you just mouth to him you’ll give a blow job?” Wyatt whispers in my ear, to which I laugh and turn my head to my side to meet his questioning gaze.

“It worked, didn’t it?”

“God, woman.” He shakes his head. “You’re dangerous. No lethal.”

“Glad you still love me,” I tease and don’t mind reaching from behind to grab his hand. He’s surprised by my touch but entwines his fingers with mine. The two of us hold hands for a bit while we return our attention to the competition as it comes down to the final round.

“Bitch, you’re up!” I announce before letting go of Wyatt’s hand so I can move a bit closer to observe the final lift from a different angle.

Taking her spot on the bench, I give her a big grin of encouragement.

“Now show them who’s boss!”

“If Oscar can’t rep 300 lbs., no way you can,” Jayce calls out as Mikayla grabs some chalk to rub against her hands.

“Let our girl prove you wrong.” A few of us are glancing over at the culprit of those positive affirmations.

All eyes land on Maddox, making us realize he, Damien Owens, Ace Harvey, and Wolfgang Augustus from the Strattonville Vipers are present.

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