Page 45 of Pucking Rebound

Spike jumps into the conversation. “You’re hung like a horse. That’s what she sees in you.”

Wade shoves him, making him wobble on his skates and everyone laughs. “Fucking dickhead,” Wade mutters under his breath.

“He’s not wrong,” I interject, messing around with him too. “It’s certainly not because of your sparkling personality or goal-scoring skills.” I grin, and he bursts out laughing again, which is refreshing because he’s been such a miserable bastard this past year.

“Prick,” he mutters, pulling his jersey over his head before he sits on the bench to finish getting ready.

I stomp my skates against the Eagles’ logoed carpet and jump up and down to get the blood pumping.

Pregame nerves make me feel jumpy and restless.

“I’m sorry to hear about what happened to Lola.” If I don’t say something it would be weird.

“I haven’t had a chance to talk to her at length,” Wade replies, tightening his laces. “I will tomorrow, but did she tell you anything last night when you showed up at the house?”

Fuck.

I give him the cliff notes version leaving out the fact she stayed with me. “Just how she caught Graham fucking his store manager, that he keeps calling her, and she was canceling the wedding.”

“Was she upset?”

“Devastated.”But I gave her multiple orgasms to make her feel better.

“I feel like shit that I wasn’t around last night, and she had to stay at a hotel.”

I keep my mouth shut.

She was safe. With me.

He adds, “She never said who helped her today to get her stuff over to my house, but that woman moves fast.”

“She’s nothing but efficient.” I nod in agreement.

Sucking my cock, while squeezing my balls, she figured out how to make me come in record time. I can confirm she is efficient and proficient in the art of giving head.

“It’ll be weird having her stay with me. Nice though.” Wade places his helmet on top of his head and then tugs it down, leaving the chin strap dangling open, unaware of my illicit memories of last night spent between the sheets with his assistant.

Jealousy drives my next question. “I’m guessing you’ll be staying at Kali’s, given she lives across the road.”

“Probably, yeah. But I don’t want to leave Lola alone for the next few nights. She could probably use a friend.”

Hell knows what excuse Lola will tell him if she’s coming over to my place tonight, but I can’t think about that now. I have a game to win and it won’t be an easy one.

I let out a loud yawn and do a shit job of covering it up.

“You tired already, old man?” Wade grins.

“Spent the night fuck… I mean, I…” I almost slip up.

Wade’s eyes bug out. “You spent the night with a girl? How did this happen?”

“No, that’s not what I was about to say.” I vehemently deny his question and change my story. “I was going to say, I spent the night fucking painting.” It’s a shitty cover up.

“You’re painting again? That’s great.” He’s the only person I told about my creative block, which I've found not only frustrating but has also made me question my talent.

“Yeah.” I don’t tell him I almost filled an entire sketchbook as well as starting a new canvas this afternoon, all thanks to his assistant.

“I should commission you to do one for Kali.” Wade picks up his hockey stick and inspects the tape.

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