Page 69 of Whiskey Wednesdays

He quirked his head. “You don’t want to skate?”

“I do, but I want to watch you more. It’s a nice view.” My eyes slid down his front, then back up his length. “I just want to eye fuck you like Lisa-slash-Valerie for a few minutes. Is that okay?”

He grinned and started toward me, but we heard a door bang open in the tunnel.

“Okay you fucking prick, I’m here. You ready to get your ass kicked?”

I turned and saw Titus striding toward us with two hockey sticks and his skates hung over his shoulder.

He smirked when he saw me. “McCoy’s the fucking prick, not youpetite choux.You skating with us today?”

Smiling, I stood up and stepped onto the ice. I was a little shaky, but the muscle memory started coming back. “I’ll skate a little, but then I’d like to watch.”

Titus glanced at me, then looked at Connor who’d skated up behind me.

Connor’s hand splayed across my stomach, pulling me into him. “Hey, asshole.”

Titus set the hockey sticks and a puck down. “Tu as baisé.” He smirked at Connor. “It took you long enough, dumbass.”

I tensed, but Connor chuckled and pulled me closer. “You ready for me to wipe the rink with you, Tremblay?”

“Let’s skate withpetite chouxfirst, then we’ll play.”

“I fucking hate that you call her little cabbage, asshole,” Connor growled.

Titus’s smile turned mean. “I know.”

I shook my head. “Quit baiting each other.”

“But it’s so easy,choux.”

While Titus stretched a little and laced up his skates, Connor took me out on the ice. I’d ice skated a bit, and I was decent. But they made me feel like a one-year-old just learning to walk.

“You’re not half bad,” Titus said as he zipped around me then turned and skated backward about ten feet in front of me. What a showoff.

Connor circled me a couple of times before skating backward next to Titus. He was an even bigger showoff.

“Did you play any sports in high school?” Connor asked.

I kept my pace slow. “No. We didn’t have the money. But I skateboard and longboard.”

Titus glanced at Connor and grinned. “You found yourself a brainy, hot little skater girl. It figures.”

“I’m not a skater girl.”

Titus cocked his head. “Oh yeah? What’s your favorite color?”

“Black. Because it doesn’t stain easily.”

“Uh-huh. Who’s Anthony Hawk?”

“It’s Tony Hawk.” I winced when both Titus and Connor laughed.

“How many pairs of Vans do you own?” Connor asked.

“Three.”

“Skater girl,” Titus insisted.

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