Page 232 of Wrong Pucking Player

Crazy how, after our eventful win, Winchester is the only one not present.

As if the team was reserving a seat for him.

I think everyone was in unanimous agreement that Winchester was going to be a no-show, even though the guys took the initiative to invite him despite his “I in Team” behavior.

The only reason why we even came to this specific club was out of special requests of Mr. Champion and Coach Johnson. Something about the word going around that we’d be celebrating our win here at the popular club bar, and it would be another perfect opportunity to connect with fans.

I didn’t care too much since this place had strict security like the other similar elite clubs down this block, but I couldn’t wait for this to be over so I could actually relax.

No one likes feeling like they’re on a stage with everyone watching their every move.

I’m more excited to see Xandra, especially after what we just experienced.

The three of us.

Oscar. Me. Xandra.

I’m still reeling from the high of that intense madness of sexual chaos.

It was so good.

Magnetic and addicting.

The charge of our connection when Mackenzie was kissing Oscar while I sucked his cock was out of this world.

When was the last time I sucked cock like that?

I felt like I was on autopilot and didn’t give a flying fuck what I was doing. The goal was just to strive on the hypnotic energy coursing through the three of us and worry about the consequences later.

Thank God my boy, Mitchel, was standing on watch.

I have a strong feeling he heard us, yet the man has been living his carefree post-game life, completely unbothered.

I owe him, 100%.

“We’re ready to order drinks now that our main man is here,” Mitchel announces and waves to the cocktail waitress to come to our table.

This place isn’t as fancy as Blood Rock Club and Bar which is why I get away with simple black jeans and a black dress shirt, but if we’re planning to go there afterward, I’d have no choice but to change.

I doubt we’d be bringing the whole team there.

It’s been years since I went there, and for good reason. The atmosphere is nothing like here, which is filled with laughter, cheers, and people talking over the booming music.

Blood Rock Club and Bar is filled with elite men and women who speak quietly while music serenades them with a live band or orchestra. Bonus points for the VIP treatment that makes you feel like a fucking royal.

“Where are the team nurses?” Axel inquires just as his beer is placed in front of him. “Fuck. I need one of these. Get me another at this point because I’m finishing this in ten seconds.”

“You and me both, Bro,” Kane groans as he takes his beer bottle and reaches over to clink it with Axel’s, who’s next to Diesel. “You guys invited Andrews and Ross, right?”

“They’re coming,” Oscar chips in before he takes a swig of his beer. “Caren insisted they bar hop when we were waiting to get inside.”

I’m a bit nervous at that revelation because Xandra and alcohol creates two versions of my Wildflower.

She’s either a crazed party animal or a seductress ready to make every man crumble from her intense gaze.

“Leo’s with them, so they shouldn’t get into trouble. It just didn’t make sense for them to enter this place first when we wouldn’t be situated.”

“‘Cause females get in this place for free,” Mitchel groans. “The fact we just won a game and were encouraged to come over here leaves me baffled that we had to wait half an hour to get access.”

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