Page 60 of Wrong Pucking Player

Oscar is fighting for his phone, but he’s far too slow. This girl is up, on the couch, and literally on this massive man’s back… phone still pressed against her ear.

“You heard me, Winchest— AH! Armani! Stop spinning!”

“Andrews! Give me back my phone and get off my back!”

“No! Let me have fun a bit longer!”

“You’re supposed to be working!”

“Technically, I got injured from work, and Winchester is disrupting my recovery, which means I can waste his time just like he’s wasting mine.”

“Are you hearing yourself?”

“Nope. All I’m hearing is Winchester barking like a dog on the other side because he can’t be a man and close a damn deal by himself!” she declares with pride before adding, “Yes! You heard me, Winchester. Should I call Mikayla and get her to repeat it before it gets into that thick skull of— EEP!”

She falls face forward off Oscar’s back when he bends too low, but that just lands her onto my back.

“Oomph!” The drop of the phone is the least of my worries because I’m glancing over my shoulder to ensure Mackenzie landed on me in one piece.

“Fuck, Armani,” I growl. “Handle her better!”

“Handle her better? The last time I checked, she wasn’t ‘mine’ to handle. Does having her sitting on your ass like that suddenly make you want to change your mind?”

This piece of shi—

“I’m so tempted to punch that smug off your damn face,” I huff and get up to get in his face.

It isn’t until I hear another ‘oomph’ do I realize I just let Xandra fall off my “ass” to the floor. Glancing over my shoulder, with Oscar following my gaze, confirms my girl is on all fours in front of the device that’s still on the line with Winchester.

“Neither of you knows how to handle a woman!” Xandra huffs. “Now you BOTH better come and help my ass or—”

The front door opens at that moment, leaving us to all glance back to see two people I didn’t expect.

Kane Sylvester, Jr. and Diesel Valerian.

We’re completely still as the two slowly look from Oscar to me, then lower their gazes to Mackenzie.

“Oh…” Kane begins and slowly bobs his head. “So, you’re right. Armani does have an ass kink.”

“This is why you’re supposed to knock,” Diesel groans and is already turning away. “Our bad. We’ll come back later.”

“What?” I begin and look back at Oscar, realizing our lips our inches from each other. The way his face grows red in seconds has me pushing him back so he’s as far away from me as I can make it.

Only I take a step back into something.

“MEOW!”

“Oh shit! Mack, move!” Kane insists.

“Huh?” I’m sure Xandra isn’t going to get out of the way of my falling ass, and it’s too late to bail.

Shit!

I brace myself, particularly my back, only for my arm to be tugged forward at the last second. I crash right into a wall of muscle, followed by the floor that’s far more cushioned than I initially expected.

“You’re fucking stupid,” Oscar grunts, and I open my eyes to see he not only managed to tug and twist us entirely, so he landed on his ass and not mine, but we’re mere inches from Mackenzie, who’s somehow in Kane’s lap.

The mere sight makes my blood feel like it’s gone cold.

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