Page 22 of Pucking Grey

He exhales. “How was I supposed to tell you, or anyone, that I made a sex tape? That’s not just something you go around telling people, especially not your new girlfriend.”

His mouth is open as he watches me intently. I’m not as mad as I was earlier because it makes sense. And I think I believe him. He pulls me into his arms, and I love the comfort of his apology. This is exactly what I needed. The person who hurt me is hugging me with compassion. Maybe I’m much more fucked up than I can admit.

He grabs my chin, and I let him. I stare into his brown eyes, missing him. His lips part, and I inhale because I’m afraid to let him back in. He gently presses his lips on mine. I close my eyes and whisper his name.

“Yeah,” he says, kissing me again.

I let this apology turn into this because I deserve it. I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around him. I’ve missed this. I miss him. I wish there was no video, no imprint in my memory of him fucking somebody else. I watched every second of it, even though it made me sick to my stomach. It’s still him, and I love him.

I’ve kissed two guys in one night, who the hell am I? I take a step back.

“Okay,” I breathe. “I need to go home.”

He nods. “Okay. I can take you.”

“Yes, please,” I say, exiting the room.

On the drive to my place, Matt holds my hand. And I let him suck up to me. I’m relieved he’s this sorry. He reaches for me as soon as he parks in front of my place. He rubs my cheek and says, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” I whisper before getting out. I wave at him before entering the house. He waves back with a forced grin.

When I get into the shower, I can’t stop thinking about what happened tonight. Greyson kissed me. Matt attacked Greyson. Greyson beat Matt. Matt told me the truth. Matt kissed me. The deeper my thoughts get, the more this doesn’t add up. This is a dick-measuring contest for them, isn’t it? Hockey must be the reason. They play the same position, so everything must be a competition between the two of them. And I just so happen to be caught in the middle.

When I get into bed, I wonder what Greyson is doing. If I had his number, I would text him. I really wish I had his number. He left the party so quickly after the fight, and I wish it was him who took me home. But storming off without an explanation led me to this common ground with Matt. Everything with Matt is okay now, right? So why am I so turned on by the thought of Greyson.

Chapter 6

Matt had it fucking coming for him. He threw the first punch, and he thought I wouldn’t drop his ass right then and there? There’s only one of us who always wins a fistfight, and it’s never him. But the man can take a hit, I’ll give him that.

I clean my knuckles under the warm water. Remnants of his blood and my blood on both of my hands. Matt is exactly where Madison and I want him. He’s at the edge, freaking out, and soon, he’s going to beg for her back. She will reject him, and I fucking win.

Madison knows I didn’t want to kiss her, but she had to taunt me. When I grabbed her neck, she wasn’t afraid. I could tell by the change of her breath and the lust in her eyes that she loved it. That she had never been touched like that before. And when I kissed her…fuck. I wanted to lose all control. Her fruity mouth and her gasps – I can still hear them. My dick is hard now.

I take a shower and then get into bed. If I had her fucking number…

The next day, Ace tells me that Matt and Maddie disappeared after the fight.

When I round the corner to enter the auditorium, Ace stops blabbering at the sight. Matt is touching Madison’s cheek. He’s far too close for comfort.

He fucking wins this time? I don’t look at Madison. I can easily forget about this entire charade now that she’s on good terms with that fucking asshole. Ace and I keep our stride.

Madison squares up. “Greyson,” she gasps when she notices me, but I ignore her. “Grey.”

It sounds like she’s chasing after me, but I couldn’t care less.

Matt yells her name, and it’s a stupid string of our names echoing. Ace looks back at her. I want to hit him in the chest for acknowledging her. I know he wants to give me a hard time, but this is far beyond rousting.

She follows us into the auditorium, leaving Matt outside.

“I came to talk to you,” she admits. I’m still walking in front of her. “It so happened that Matt was out there just now.”

I don’t feel like fucking hearing that she’s getting back together with that bastard, so I leave her to enter another room. Ace follows me, sighing.

“Brotherly love triangles,” Ace says.

I ignore the comment, realizing that if I’m going to get through practice, I need to calm the fuck down. I can’t be hitting the other center on his ass on the ice. We made a pact that regardless of whatever is going on at home or outside of the team, we treat each other like fucking teammates. I can’t treat Matt like a rodent to squash in the rink.

Matt trails in after me, and I’m livid. I might break my own rules. By the way he’s looking at me, I think he might too.

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