Page 30 of Three Pucks and a Baby

Wagging his brows, Grayson said, “Maybe we’ll blindfold you.”

Both apprehension and desire ricocheted through me. “Seriously?”

While Theo nodded, Grayson replied, “Only if you’re comfortable with it.”

As I studied the guys, I realized then what it would be like to be with them…sexually. While Theo was going to test all my boundaries and push me further than I ever had before, Grayson would put my needs before his own to ensure I had the best possible experience.

It was a hell of a partnership.

When Theo turned onto a very familiar road, my brows shot up. “You’re taking me on campus?”

At what must’ve been my disappointment, Grayson chuckled. “What? You don’t think there’s something sexy or romantic about Southeastern?”

Thoughts of out-of-control frat parties with roofied red solo cups flickered through my mind. “No. That’s not it at all.”

Theo snorted. “You’re a terrible liar, Vivian.”

Sighing, I replied, “Okay, you’re right. Southeastern is the last place I expected you guys to take me.”

He winked at me. “We have a lot of tricks up our sleeve.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.”

“You just want to make sure they’re the tricks you like,” Grayson remarked.

“Exactly.”

When we didn’t take the turn that led to Frat Row, I exhaled a relieved breath. “What was that about?” Theo asked.

“Nothing,” I lied.

“Vivian,” Theo warned.

With a roll of my eyes, I replied, “I was relieved you weren’t taking me to a frat party.”

Both Grayson and Theo chuckled. “You don’t think much of our game if you thought we would do that,” Theo remarked.

“Don’t you guys go to frat parties?”

Shaking his head, Grayson teased, “We’re far too refined for that.”

“It’s more about the fact we can’t unwind there. Some hockey fanboy or girl is always in our face,” Theo replied.

Fluttering my lashes playfully at him, I replied, “I had no idea I was in the presence of Southeastern celebrities.”

Grayson grinned. “Ooh, listen to that sass, T.”

“What? Does Theo hate sassy women?”

Theo tore his gaze from the road to pin me with a stare so intense I shifted in my seat. With a shake of his head, he replied, “No. I like it.” He licked his lips. “I like breaking it.”

“Oh,” I murmured before averting my eyes.

I didn’t know if it was the temperature in the car or my clothes or Theo’s words and expression, but I felt extremely overheated.

Just as I was debating cracking the window, Grayson said, “Almost there.”

When I glanced out of the window, I realized exactly where we were. “You’re taking me to your rink?”

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