Page 34 of No Pucks

Lovelace wears muscle like people dream of. “Not a shot.”

“I bet your arms are as big as my thighs.” And I’m looking.

“Thank you for noticing.” He wiggles his brows.

“I think everyone is noticing.” Even the straight guys.

“They are, and they stare.” Savage huffs. “Everywhere we go, they do. It’s also exhausting.” He holds up a finger, not allowing me to make the comment I want. “But not as exhausting as the quiet luxury, so shut it.”

I toss the cashmere at him. “Keep my baby safe, and I mean that.”

“I can’t wear it either.” Savage isn’t as muscular as Lovelace, but he’s wide like a goalie should be.

“Fuck no. I’ll never get it back to my shape if either of you put it on.”

Savage puts his fists next to his eyes and turns them, mocking me with a, “Wah, wah, wah.”

I hold up my middle finger playfully.

“I’m going to shoot you just for that,” Lovelace shoots back.

“Don’t shoot my pledge brother! I want to win.” Savage stands in front of me like he can preemptively protect me.

“I’m not helping you, baby bro!” Lovelace chuckles as he turns, glancing over my shoulder. “I have to get you back for sucking last year as my pledge.”

Savage mutters a curse. “Not my fault. I’m a goalie and condition differently than you do!” He turns back to me. “Anything else in your pockets that’s going to weigh you down?”

I pad them, pulling out my phone and wallet to hand over. After thinking about it, I take off the Rolex my grandfather gave me for my graduation too. “I think that’s it.”

He whistles. “Nice digs.”

“Don’t get attached! They were gifts.”

“So? Still a nice gift.” He tries it on with a wink.

“From my grandfather!”

“He can afford to get you a new one.” Savage takes it off and puts it in his pocket.

“Don’t play. Your dad was in the NHL too.” I suss out the course, willing to take all the advantage possible.

“It’s still different when it’s old money. He wants to buy me Gucci and Fendi and shit, and that’s not my style at all.”

I size him up. “What are you like a XL and like six-three ish?”

Savage makes a face. “How’d you know that?”

“I look at a lot of men,” I deadpan.

He blinks, then starts laughing. “Fuck, bro. You’re right, but that’s weird.”

“Nah, you’re about my dad’s size, so I guessed. If you want me to raid his closet for you, I can hook you up with some old lux stuff he’s never worn.” I want to get him back, and he won’t miss a few things. The man loves to shop.

“No shit?”

“He’s a shopper, and my mother buys him stuff he’s not interested in. He likes to go to the parties and events, but much to her dismay, he never plays the part, so he won’t miss it.” I’mnot totally sure on that, but I can only assume, since he can’t even keep what he has straight.

“And they’d be cool with you doing that?” He eyes me.

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