Page 57 of Pucking Grey

“Oh, uh… he’s in the shower.”Stop imagining him in the shower. I smile at them to distract my brain.

Grey cuts the corner in a towel and my eyes widen, taking in his body wrapped in a towel. I glance at his V-line and then my eyes take their time as I observe his body because he’s ignoring me and talking to his buddies. That was the fastest shower known to mankind. How long was I zoning out on the poster? He’s talking to the guys about who knows what. Right now, I’m transfixed on theGrey effectthat has completely taken over my mind. I need to actually get out of here. I take a step towards his bedroom on a mission.

“Yeah, Maddie?” Grey says, snapping me back to reality.

I look at Knox and Ace, utterly out of the loop. I nod anyway, agreeing to whatever he said. Then Grey puts an arm around my shoulder and continues talking.

Oh, the guys are going to notice how uncomfortable I am. I need to improvise, so I place my hand on his stomach and smile. Greyson sucks in a breath under my palm.Happy couple— I smile at Knox who is questioning me with his expression. These abs are made of steel, so I start rubbing them as Ace continues to say something about the game. I nod at Ace as I circle my hands on his stomach.

Bump. Bump. Bump.

Happy couple.

I laugh at something Ace says and his eyes cut to me in confusion.

“What are you doing?” Grey whispers to me. I shake my head, feeling his abs flex. I smile at Knox again as I grip Grey’s abs. God, why are they are so hard? Ace’s eyes look down at Greyson’s abs, and he awkwardly meets my gaze. I smile back at him.

We are a thriving couple who have sex.

I slide my hands back and forth as Grey chuckles.

Knox starts talking, and Ace backhands him in the chest.

Knox stumbles on his words, “Oh, okay. We’ll drink for you. And you.”

Grey tightens his arm around me, probably to get me to stop rubbing his stomach. Now I’m pressed against his extremely hard body, and I don’t know what to do with my hands. He pulls me in front of him and wraps his arms around my neck. I feel a hard bulge against my butt.

Shit, did I do that? Am I responsible for his hard-on?

Greyson peeks over my shoulder as I hide the embarrassing poster from the guys. Grey slowly walks backward as Knox and Ace stare at his face. He must be mouthing something because they nod before we cut the corner.

“In the room,” he demands to me, and I listen because I definitely cannot handle his hard bulge against my butt any longer. The intense Greyson is back as soon as he shuts the bedroom door. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Me?” I argue, staring into his blue eyes. God, they’re still blue.

“That’s my poster.”

I try to crumple it, but he pulls it from my hands and places it back on the dresser.

I sputter, “IthinkI’m getting rid of any evidence that makes people think we’repucking.”

“Why?” he dares to ask, and I’m frazzled.

“Well, uh – because it’s embarrassing.” I nod at him. Maybe that’s enough to convince him to let me throw it away.

“You’re embarrassed of me?” he asks.

I shake my head rapidly. Oh, no.Shit.“No, I mean the poster. I’m talking about the poster. I didn’t mean it in the other way, you know like I’m embarrassed to bepuckingyou… well… because look at you. I mean… not that I’m looking at you. Just in a platonic fake way, like if a friend wanted topuckyou, I would say, ‘Hey, I don’t see why you wouldn’t want to. Look at him.’” I stare at him as my nerves make me tremble. But I don’t stop there. “But again, I’m not really lookinglookingat you. This is all fake. It’s a show for my ex, you know? To make him jealous. It’s not an embarrassment if people think we sleep together. But that poster,” I point at it. “Is embarrassing, and you need to let me throw it away.”

He’s staring at me, speechless. And my nerves are now getting the best of me, shaking me to my core. “And you need to start wearing clothes.” I gulp, looking at his V-line. Itishot. His towel is hanging awfully low too, and I can only imagine what’s hiding under there. My pelvis clenches. “Because, god damn it, Greyson, have you ever heard of modesty? It’s not okay to walk around half naked. If you can’t keep a shirt on, I will clothe you myself. I will make sure that I never see an inch of your body again. I’ll tape it on you and put a lock on it if I have to.” His expression changes as I point at the poster. “That poster is not yours! I don’t need some weird reminder about tonight being a turning point after my horrible breakup… the drive was the most fun I’ve had with anyone in a while, and it was with you. Which is so surprising by the way because you’re never fun. But maybe because you won your game tonight, your mood lightened and you opened up to me. And you’re not as bad as I thought. And I think that’s what’s eating at me because why didn’t I see this side to you before? And this stupid poster makes me feel like I’m one of your puck bunnies and that’s embarrassing. A puck bunny is someone who just sleeps with someone on the team, right? I mean, I guess I fit the criteria.” Someone please shut me up. “Because we are sleeping together, aren’t we?” I point at the bed, flustered. “Just take a picture of the poster, it’ll last longer.”

His eyes are staring directly into my soul right now. He still hasn’t said anything. And then his expression changes. “Are you okay?” he asks, concerned.

I shake my head because I’m not done. “I don’t know why I thought it would be a good idea to surprise you at your game. I could tell my over-the-top girlfriend screaming distracted you for a minute. And then you morphed into a gentleman and asked your coach to drive with me? After he told you to stay away from me? You were flirting with me the entire drive, and I’ve never seen your eyes so blue before! They’re normally gray, Greyson, and I have no idea if they’re blue because of me or because you won your game.” I stare at the bed. “I don’t know when I’m going to shut up.”

He slowly puts clothes on with a smirk.

“Do you have anything to say?” I ask, feeling like he should’ve interrupted me a while ago to stop my rambling. I’m mortified that I’m going off like this.

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