Page 14 of Good Vibes Only
Brock and I raced into the zone together, and he fed me a perfect saucer pass over a sprawled-out defenseman. I snapped off a rocket one-timer that beat the goaltender over the shoulder and rang the crossbar like a bell,ping,and immediately deflected down and into the net.
That’s what bardown means, by the way,I thought, thinking of a certain someone as I skated out of the zone.
I slid to a stop and joined my teammates at the end of the drill line, waiting for our next turn. The boys were starting to get excited—practice was almost over, and with the next couple of days off, everyone was talking about their weekend plans.
“Hey, Showtime. Your party’s tomorrow night, right? What time should we show up?”
I saw Dakota’s mouth moving, and Iheardhim ask me the question, yet somehow, I didn’t process it. It was like my mind was somewhere else—actually, I knew exactly where my mind was: back in that sex store yesterday.
Gotta admit, when I asked to speak the owner, I think I was expecting someone else to emerge from the back room. Some balding guy with a creepy mustache and a leer that makes your skin crawl. Or maybe an old spinster with a permanent scowl and the stench of her forty cats following her around like a cloud.
Hell, I don’t knowwhatI expected, but I’ll tell you who I definitely didn’texpect to run a sex store—a bright-eyed cutie with mouthwatering curves and wits to match, who wasn’t takinganyof my shit.
Damn.
McKayla was kinda fine.
Reallyfine, actually.
Of course, she totally hated me. And our respective businesses were probably going to destroy each other because we were both too proud and hardheaded to work with each other. But y’know, I’m fucked in the head, so all that only added to her appeal and turned me on even more.
I mean, can youimaginehow hot the grudge fuck would be?
Whew. Haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day …
“Yo. Showtime.” Dakota waved his gloved hand in front of my face. No doubt he could sense I was on another planet. “Are you gonna answer me or not?”
I snapped back to reality. “Sorry. What was the question?”
“What time should we show up for your party?”
“Party starts at seven. You can show up whenever.”
“Got it,” he said. But still he stared at me, his eyes narrowing as if he were probing my soul. “Something on your mind, bro?”
I tried to laugh it off. “Nah, man.”
“Bull.” He gave me a playful shove. “I know you better than anybody. What’s up, dude?”
It was true—Dakota knew me better than anyone else, andIknew him well enough that I knew he’d never let it go until I told him.
I leaned in and lowered my voice. “So I went down to the brewery yesterday to check out that sex store.”
“You went to Good Vibes Only?!” he asked loudly. “What happened?”
Suddenly, all the guys in the line around us were interested:
“You went to the sex store?”
“What’d you buy, Showtime?”
“Are you giving out pocket pussy party favors?”
“Did you learn how to give mind-blowing head?”
“You guys are so stupid,” I said, laughing. “Look, all I did was swing by and ask to speak to the owner.”
“And?” Dakota asked.
