Page 123 of Three Pucks and a Baby

They were on the laptop since that was our preferred method for FaceTime when we were at away games.

“What are you two doing up so late?” I asked.

“Someone had a midnight craving for tacos,” Grayson said.

Vivian rubbed her belly. “He always gets so hangry at night.”

Theo snorted. “I cannot believe a linguist such as yourself would use the wordhangry.”

She grinned. “It comes from hanging out with younger men.”

Grayson shifted Vivian on his lap. “Since Viv got me up to go to the drive-thru, I thought I’d call and see how the game went.”

“Get ready for Bennett to get a big head,” Theo replied.

Grayson's brow furrowed. “And why is that?”

I quickly filled them in on what had happened in the game. Vivian’s eyes lit up. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

“I hate that I missed it, buddy,” Grayson said.

“You and me both.”

Theo snorted. “He’ll probably make you watch the game video with him.”

I elbowed Theo. “Just because you missed that one puck doesn’t mean you have to take your shortcomings out on me.”

“Anyone would’ve missed that shot,” he grumbled.

With a roll of my eyes, I replied, “Whatever.”

“We miss you,” Vivian said.

“We’ll be home soon,” I replied.

Wagging his brows, Grayson said, “And we’ll probably have gone a round or two by the time you get here.”

“Grayson!” Vivian protested.

“Oh come on, Viv. You know after a hangry spell, you get ridiculously horny.”

Vivian bit down on her lip. Since we all knew she was guilty of it, she knew not to argue.

After smirking at the camera, Grayson dipped his head and began kissing a trail across the back of Vivian’s shoulder. His hand slid from his waist up to cup her breast.

Instead of protesting that she was on camera, Vivian gave a feminine sigh of pleasure. “That feels so nice.”

“You keep your hands to your fucking self until we get home,” Theo growled.

Grayson’s other hand slid up Vivian's thigh and disappeared underneath the material. At her moan, I knew exactly where his hand was. She began rolling her hips on his growing erection.

“Grayson!” Theo warned.

He shot us a wicked grin. “But I have all this pent-up energy from not playing tonight. I have to burn it off someway, and what better way is there than fucking.”

“You can be a gentleman and wait for us,” I argued.

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