Page 37 of Pucking Fate

“So, how about dinner, just you and me, or with Finley, too. I don’t mind either way.”

“Oh.” He doesn’t mind if I bring my son along on a date.

“That didn’t sound like a promisingoh.”

“Let me think about it?” I ask rather than turn him down flat after his generous offer.

Spencer flashes me a smile and nods. Then, he clears his throat and starts to skate away backward. “Think about it as long as you need, Maya. It was nice seeing you again and getting to actually speak more than two words to you this time.”

“Right,” I say with an answering smile. “And thank you for coming to the party on short notice.”

“Of course,” he says, grin widening. “I love kids. They’re my favorite fans, helping me remember why I do this even though I spend most of my time on the bench, you know?”

“Yes, I do,” I agree before he skates off.

The flirtation was nice, but I doubt if I’ll ever hear from the goalie again.

16

Christian

Ididn’t follow Maya and Finley back to the house after the party. Instead, I stayed at the arena and played a pickup game with Preston and the Warhawks.

I’m happy to say that smug ass goalie Spencer Williams only blocked two of my shots, missing five of them.

I was trying to respect Maya’s wishes not to stay over once Finley goes to bed while Preston and Elle are in town. But I won’t deny that I was relieved when she sent me a text around ten telling me everyone had gone to bed and asking if I wanted to sneak in.

Hell yesorheck yes, was, of course, my instant response before I drove over from the hotel.

And since Maya insisted that we had to keep quiet, I came up with a great solution—keeping both of our mouths busy at the same time.

“That was it. That’s…that’s the last time we’re going to do this,” Maya says when she crawls off me. Her words sound likea bunch of gibberish since I’m still soaring high in ecstasy from having her ride my face while she simultaneously went down on me. It was so damn good, almost as good as sex with her would be, just because it felt less intimate, I guess…

When I finally come back down from the high, though, Maya’s words sink into my thick skull.

“You mean the last time tonight or that you’re not a fan of sixty-nining?” I ask in confusion. “Because it was fan-fucking-tastic for me, baby,” I tell her as I spin around so my head is at the foot of the bed with hers. While I’m completely naked, Maya’s still wearing her pajama top, despite my protests. I reach out and dip my finger into the center, tugging it down to get a better look at her beautiful bare breasts.

“Not…I didn’t mean. Yes, it was great,” she stammers. “All of it has been great, but we’ve let this go on for too long. We need to stop.”

“We need to stop? As in, stop getting each other off?”

“Yes.”

Arching an eyebrow, I wait for her to give me more of an explanation, but she doesn’t. “I thought you said we could keep it up all summer. So why are you now saying that we need to stop?”

“Because I have to move on,” Maya huffs as she sits up to grab her pajama bottoms and to pull them back up her legs. Watching her get dressed almost distracts me from hearing her response.

“You have to move on?” I repeat, not touching my clothes yet because I know my nudity distracts her in the same way. Instead, I prop my head up on my bent elbow, hoping she’ll be horny enough to forget what we were talking about, because what the actual fuck made her want to stop?

“Would you please quit repeating everything I say and put some clothes on?” Maya crosses her arms over her chest, a signal that she means business tonight.

Sighing, I crawl up to the head of the bed, resting my head back on the pillow with both my hands behind it, since I’m not planning on going anywhere just yet.

“Does this moving on have anything to do with that jackass Spencer Williams giving you his phone number?” I ask.

Her folded arms drop. “How did you…”

“Well, baby, it doesn’t take a genius. I saw the two of you talking and him handing you back your phone. Even I’m smart enough to figure out what happened.”

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