Page 15 of Puck U Been Gone
"Hey, King, are you going to goat yoga tonight at Maggie's?"
"And miss the entertainment? Hell, yes, I'm going."
"Coach." Each of the three newcomers nods at me as they pass us on our way to the exit.
"Goat yoga?" I can't help but ask.
"Oh, sorry, I should have introduced you to them. That was Kyson, River, and Bowen. Their girlfriend is a goat farmer, and she brings her goats into town a couple nights a week into Maggie's studio for yoga."
"You mean girlfriends, not girlfriend, right?" I question. Sure, I've heard all about the Minnesota Norse and their unconventional relationships with guys sharing the same woman. But is that a thing here in Iowa?
"No, you heard me correctly. River, Kyson, and Bowen all share Aubree, or goat momma, as they call her."
Aw, goat momma—that's cute. But back to the matter at hand. "If they all share Aubree, then who's Maggie?"
"Maggie's ours." A group of three more players breeze by on their way out of the locker room, claiming Maggie as their own.
"You wish!" King yells after them, only to be met with a one-finger salute as the door slams shut behind them.
"Oh, okay."
"Don't mind them. They're just butt-hurt about Maggie. They've staked their claim on her, but as far as I can tell, she wants nothing to do with them. She's even taught some of Aubree's goats to headbutt them in the junk during goat yoga. That's why I never miss goat yoga night. Do you want to join me tonight? Ican introduce you to Aubree and Maggie—and any of the other guys that show up."
Having a couple of female friends sounds amazing right about now. Besides, yoga is relaxing; maybe I can refocus all my horny energy into something more constructive. "Sure. Why not?"
"Great!" A roguish smile lights up his face, causing my pussy to clench. "Maggie's studio is on Main Street. Give me your phone, and I'll text you the address."
I reach into my pocket, pull out my cellphone, and hand it to King, but his eyes shift over my shoulder.
"Hey, there's Monk now." He waves at Monk to join us. "Coach Wynn, this is Monk—Monk, this is our new coach, Wynn." I turn around only to find myself staring into a startled pair of aquamarine eyes, the same color as the ocean we swam naked in together two years ago. "We call him Monk because in the two years he's been with the team, we've never seen him with a girlfriend, boyfriend, or even a puck bunny." King shifts his gaze back to my phone, entering his contact information, oblivious to the conversation around him.
"Two years, huh?" I find myself saying, desperately needing to know if he even remembers me.
"Yup. I was waiting to see if fate would reunite me with a certain mermaid I so foolishly let slip through my fingers two years ago in Barbados."
Well, shit, this just got interesting.
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Teagan
Fed up with living in the shadows of my famous hockey-playing father and brothers, I decide to take matters into my own hands. With a little help from a family friend, I anonymously try out for my new college men’s hockey team, hoping to win one of the two open spots on the team and finally proving that I’m just as good as my father and brothers.
There’s only one thing standing in my way—actually, make that three things standing in my way: Coulter Collins, Fin Baxter, and Royal Reynolds, the three senior captains of the men’s hockey team. Their job as team captains is to select the two new team members. I need to make sure I’m focusing on tryouts and not the three sexy men watching my every move on and off the ice.
Armed with my lucky hockey stick and full-length, mirrored visor, I take the ice to prove I’m just as good as any male hockey player because I have a secret weapon:
I Puck Like a Girl.
Chapter One
Teagan
“You know this is crazy, right?”
