Page 90 of Hockey Halloween
Fuck yeah.
I’m about to move, but go still when I hear a noise outside, two girls talking, arguing about something. I put my finger to my lips and inch back. As the voices grow closer, I stand and help Paisley to her feet. With my mouth close to her ear, I whisper. “We need to get out of here.” She looks like she’s going to protest—hell, I know my cock isn’t onboard with leaving—but I don’t want anyone to walk in on us. “Later,” I say and hope to fuck there is a later.
She nods quickly and when I scoop up her panties and hand them over, she quickly tugs them on. I help her with her dress and as she works the buttons, I work to straighten out my costume and tame my damn cock.
We wait a moment longer, and when the voices fade, I nod to the door. “We’d better get back in there. I’m sure they’re wondering where we went.”
“Yeah, and we have two performances to nail,” she murmurs.
“Two?”
“Yeah.” She pokes my chest. “You didn’t dress like that to not win costume karaoke, and of course…Jaxon.”
“Right,” I grunt out.
Dammit, maybe this really was all about getting her guy.
Paisley
OMG. OMG. OMG.
Gunther Wolf—the man I’ve secretly loved forever—just gave me a mind-blowingorgasm.
In thepool change room.
Under theguiseof creating intimacy.
To fool the others.
And wealmost got caught.
What is happening with my life? I have no clue.
But I do know one thing.I want that again.
I stay close to him, his big, warm hand guiding me inside, his touch still lingering on my skin. The party’s laughter drifts through the house as we sneak back into the kitchen, trying to act casual. Melanie glances our way, a knowing grin curving her lips.
“We needed some fresh air,” Gunther offers smoothly.
“Yeah,” I add quickly, “It’s hot in here.”
Melanie’s eyes twinkle. “I think Jaxon was looking for you.”
Beside me, Gunther stiffens and my heart leaps into my throat. This was the plan, wasn’t it? Make him jealous. Make him see me. But maybe now is the time to scrap the whole act and tell him everything—that it was always him.
But before I can speak, Brighton breezes into the kitchen and grabs my arm. “There you are,” she says, eyeing Gunther. “Did you get something to drink?”
Gunther gulps, cheeks slightly flushed. “Uh, yeah. Fully hydrated.”
“You’re ready to sing, then?”
He swallows again. “Yeah, sure.”
“Good. Everyone’s waiting to hearPaisley.”
Gunther grins. “What aboutme?”
Brighton laughs and tugs me toward the living room. “You’ll get your moment, Wonder Woman.”
