Page 339 of Wrong Pucking Player

“How do you even have a favorite ass cheek?! That’s ass discrimination.”

“Are you listening to yourself?” Wyatt groans as he can’t help but turn his attention to her.

“It’s the truth! What’s better about my right ass cheek than my left ass cheek? You know when I train them, I have to do more lunges and one leg rows on my left because my right ass cheeks look bigger. You don’t know this, which means it’s discrimination!”

“How did we get here?” Wyatt wonders with a pleading voice before looking back at me. “We’re leav—”

I take the chance to reach out and still his head, the action just as swift as my need to press my lips against his. The kiss is quick but a firm exchange that has him taking the last few seconds to kiss me back.

Clicking sounds force us to break apart, our eyes all moving to Kenzie who’s grinning from ear to ear with her phone out.

“I will cherish this photo forever,” she declares and manages to wiggle out of Wyatt’s hold.

“Wait a minute, Xandra! Delete that!” Wyatt demands, but God, this woman is literally gone. “SOFIYA!”

“HAVE FUN OSCAR! LOVE YOU. BYE!” The way she was just here ten seconds ago and is now a tiny figure running through the field actually baffles me.

“She should run Olympic track,” I mutter as Wyatt groans.

“She’s going to decorate the house with that picture in every room,” he notes.

“Probably.”

“I’ll get her,” he assures me and looks into my eyes for a long moment. “There’s a reason you’re going on this skydive. Why?”

All I do is smirk.

“Should I actually be concerned?”

“Winchester is the other skydiver.”

Wyatt’s frown tells me disapproves of this.

“Oscar.”

“We got a note this morning that there’s a bomb on the flight. In one of the parachutes,” I reveal.

“He doesn’t deserve to be saved by you,” Wyatt snarls.

“You’re right,” I agree. “I’m getting involved because the pilots are the same ones who fly our families in events of emergencies between here, Moscow, and America. How Jayce manages to get them to book do this for him is beyond me, but then again, by the time he lands, a fleet of police will be waiting for him.”

“They arrested his dad?”

“This morning. It’s spiraling on the news.”

“So, this activity is his last thrill ride before he enjoys many years behind bars,” Wyatt concludes. “Make sure your parachute is good, Oscar.”

“I’ll bring my own. There should only be two there since it would have been a solo flight, and they always bring a spare. The spare probably has the bomb.”

“When you jump out, you’ll let go of it, yes?”

“Mhmm.” I didn’t really think that far, but there’s only one way to find out. “This is what happens when Fernandez wants the last laugh.”

“Oscar.”

I pause in putting my helmet on to see Wyatt’s serious gaze, which is dark and dangerous.

Guess I flicked that switch.

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