Page 38 of Sin Bin Daddies
I exhale, finally relaxed.
“So,” Asher says, staring at me over the rim of his drink. “You gonna ask?”
I raise a brow. “Ask what?”
He grins. “About me and Ford.”
I blink. “What about you and Ford?”
Asher shrugs. “Just that we have threesomes together sometimes.”
I nearly choke on my drink.
He just—said it. Like it was nothing.
I stare at him, trying to find words.
None come.
“Intrigued?” he teases.
Yes.
I take a slow sip of my drink, choosing my words carefully.
“It’s none of my business,” I say lightly.
Asher grins. “But now you’re picturing it.”
I flush, looking away.
He laughs, stretching back in his seat. “Relax, neighbor. We’re just getting started.”
I should be studying the game.
That’s the responsible thing to do.
If I’m going to be mascot-ing for this team, I should know the players, probably learn something about how they play, their biggest rivals, how they move on the ice.
I should.
But five minutes into watching a highlight reel, I realize I’m just…getting horny.
Fuck.
I shift on the couch, trying to ignore the way they move—the speed, the control, the pure fucking dominance.
The way Leo commands from the bench, sharp and focused standing right next to Coach Ace.
The way Asher smirks as he skates backward, taunting his opponent before slamming the puck into the net.
The way Ford muscles someone out of the way with a controlled hit, all power and precision.
I rub my face, exhaling. “This is a problem.”
Sunny wags his tail beside me, completely unbothered.
I check my phone.
