Page 46 of Pucking Grey

It’s ten at night, and despite wanting to stay awake for another hour to study, I have to shower and get ready to travel north tomorrow for a game.

“I can’t shower with a shirt on.” I throw my shirt at her face and then walk into the bathroom.

“It wouldn’t kill you to take the shirt off when you reach the bathroom,” she shouts.

I stand in the open door of the bathroom and take off my pants. She spins on her ass so that her back is facing me.

“You have a serious problem,” she mutters, and I smile because I like fucking with her. It’s easy to make her uncomfortable.

When I’m done in the bathroom, Madison is huffing. “Glad the princess is done. Is there still hot water?” She takes the bathroom after me anyway.

I begin taking out clothes that I know I need for tomorrow, but I leave it on top of my dresser to finish packing in the morning.

When Maddie crawls into bed, I’m lying on my back and thinking about the game tomorrow. Ace, the goaltender, needs to step up his game, but not as much as Matt lately. That mother fucker is slacking. He needs to be on his shit tomorrow, but I don’t know if tonight’s news is going to sit well with him. Fuck, I want him shitting his pants at the view of his girl on my arm, but not at the sacrifice of the game. I turn my head at the problem in my bed. Her eyes find mine in the darkness.

“Did we have sex for the first time tonight?” she snickers.

“You could say that, yeah.”

Her face is smiling under the dim light.

“How was it?” I ask.

“The sex?” she questions, and I nod. “It was… morally gray.”

“Okay,” I blow out air from my mouth. “Wow. Well, don’t go running around telling anyone that because you’re going to ruin my reputation.”

“Don’t worry about that. By the time I’m done with you, you’re going to appeal to the masses. You’ll have applicants lining outside your door.”

I shake my head. “I thought you knew there’s already a line. You’re standing at a hundred and two.”

“Oh,” she chuckles. “Okay, Grey. Totally.” Her laughter fills the air. When it dies down, she murmurs, “That actually sounds really annoying.”

“It is,” I reassure her.

“Sounds kind of sad too.”

“Yeah, my dick cries a lot.”

She shoves a pillow in my face, taking my breath away. “You’re disgusting, Grey. Ew!”

“Where did your mind go?” I joke.

“Very visual.” Her throat clears itself. “Not that I’m visualizing your dick crying. Oh, my God. I’m shutting up.” Now she shoves the pillow in her face. I laugh. “Are you laughing, Greyson?” She sits up and turns on the light.

I slam my eyelids shut and cover my face. “Shit, turn it off!”

“No, I need to witness this. It’s a rare sighting.” She’s tugging at my arm, but she’s not strong enough to pull it off my face. “It’s like seeing a wild Kangaroo in Africa. What the hell would it be doing there? Exactly how I feel about your laugh in the darkness. I heard it but can’t see it with my own eyes… Fine.” She turns the light off and says, “Good night, Greyson.”

“Good night, bunny.”

“Where are you going?” Madison asks when she wakes up. She’s been asleep for a few hours while I quietly studied. Now I have to pack my bags.

“We have a game up north,” I say as I pile clothes into my duffle bag.

“What? You didn’t tell me?” She’s good at acting like she cares.

“Do I need to give you my schedule?” I ask sarcastically.

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