Page 150 of Three Pucks and a Baby

Grayson rolled his eyes. “Yeah, dude, we know. You’ve reminded us a thousand times.”

Grinning, I threw my arms around Theo’s neck. “Once again, I’m so very, very proud of you.”

“Thanks, babe.”

He then slanted his head to bestow a smoldering kiss on my lips. Just when things started to get carried away, I wriggled out of his arms. “I have to get to work.”

“You should stay here, and we’ll work on giving you lots of orgasms,” Theo replied while wagging his brows.

“While that is very tempting, I need to get back to some semblance of normalcy.”

“Fine. But me or one of the guys is going to drop you off.”

Wrinkling my nose, I countered, “But that’ll just draw more attention to me.”

This time Grayson shook his head. “We’re driving you, Viv. So don’t argue.”

I huffed out a frustrated breath. “Then let’s go.”

After we all piled into Theo’s Range Rover, we pulled out of the driveway. I exhaled a relieved breath that no one popped out of the bushes or a car tried trailing us. Once we got to campus, Theo made sure to drop me off right in front of the library.

“I’ll see you back at nine.”

He winked at me. “We’ll be here.”

I smiled as I hopped out of the Rover. After waving goodbye to the guys, I then started up the stairs.

As I walked into the library, it felt like a lifetime had passed. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the familiar, comforting scent. After putting my things down, I looked for my supervisor, Annette. I found her in her office behind the circulation desk.

At the sight of me, her eyes widened. With a nervous titter of a laugh, she said, “Vivian, I, uh, didn’t think I would be seeing you today.”

“I know. I probably should’ve called to let you know I was finally coming in.”

“Maybe you should have.”

Furrowing my brows at her, I asked, “Don’t you need me?”

“Well, I suppose so.”

I smiled. “Great. Where should I start?”

“Um, I suppose you could start re-shelving.”

“Will do.”

After grabbing a nearby cart, I pushed it towards the reference section. As I passed by a group of students, they lowered their voices and began to whisper. Embarrassment warmed my cheeks. I quickly glanced to make sure my shirt wasn’t unbuttoned or inside out.

By the time I reached the research section, I realized I’d been completely naive when I thought the whispers and stares were about my appearance. Of course, they had everything to do with the rumor about the guys and me.

I tried focusing on the task before me. Halfway through emptying my cart, two guys stepped into my path. With a lascivious smile, the dark-haired one said, “Well, well. If it isn’t the library’s resident whore.”

“Unless you have a library-specific question, I’m going to ask you to move,” I gritted out.

The blonde one winked at me. “What’s wrong? Do you only suck dick from hockey players?”

“Move.”

“I’m sure you’re dying for a fuck. Come in one of the study rooms with us, and we’ll make you feel real good.”

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