Page 10 of Three Pucks and a Baby

Holding his hands up, Gray said, “I know, I know. There's only like a one percent chance of this going to hell.”

I pushed off the counter and went over to him. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I said, “Then stop worrying, fucker.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s more than just the Southeastern thing.”

“What is it now?” I grunted.

“At the moment, I’m more concerned about her being older.” At my questioning stare, he replied solemnly, “She’s a woman, T.”

“I sure as hell hope so,” I mused.

“I’m being serious.”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I questioned, “Is there a problem with her being a woman?”

“We’ve only done this with girls.”

“Scientifically one would argue that the girls you speak of became women upon menstruation,” I replied diplomatically.

Gray wrinkled his nose in extreme disgust. “Dude, my sister got hers at eleven, so she sure as hell wasn’t a woman.”

In a way, Gray was right. We’d never taken our superstitious threesomes outside of coeds. Like he’d said, Vivian was a woman. Anolderwoman.

Although I wouldn’t entertain them, I suppose some of Gray’s fears were warranted. My social media sweep had shown me just how much Vivian was a complete one-eighty from ourusual conquests. The woman had pictures of her cats in sweaterssheknitted for them for Christ’s Sake. I wasn’t sure when Vivian had been at Southeastern if she had ever taken part in keggers or casual hookups. Even though she was hot as fuck, I wouldn’t have given her a second glance off campus.

Despite the voices of doubt, something within me knew there was more to Vivian. There was a silent longing in her posts. Like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop but for something new and exciting. She probably had never given a threesome a second thought. But when the offer was right in front of her, I knew she would take it.

Leaning against the doorframe, Gray said, “I guess what I'm saying is what if Vivian isn’t down for us?”

I tilted my head at him. “You’re thinking that because she’s older and more mature she won’t be down for fucking two guys at the same time like college girls do?”

He nodded. “Considering how skittish she was about going out with me, I can’t help but think she’s going to freak the fuck out when it’s not justoneyounger dude but two.”

“You do know older women like adventurous sex, right?”

He grimaced. “I’d rather not think that about my mom and her friends that way.”

I laughed. “Neither do I. But it’s the truth. Vivian’s just about to slide into her sexual prime. Her biological clock is going to start clanging, which is going to ratchet up her sex drive.”

“Quit sounding like the fucking biology major that you are,” Gray grunted.

“Hey, it’s biology that’s probably got Vivian horny as hell at the moment. Especially if she’s ovulating.” Cocking my brows at him, I asked, “Speaking of ovulating, you did pick up the Lifestyles condoms, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “I also grabbed a backdoor pack.”

“Good thinking.”

At the alarm sounding on his phone, he groaned. “Fuck, it’s time to go.”

Yes, the perfectionist in me had Gray set an alarm on his Apple watch. The ADHD in him would have him doing everything but going to The Dive. “You’ve got this, G. We’ve got this.”

Grayson stretched his neck and then his arms like he was able to get on the ice. “Eyes on the fuck,” he murmured.

“Exactly.”

Just like he did when taking the ice, Grayson got his game face on. “See you in an hour.”

“You’ve got this.”

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