Page 38 of Meet Your Match
He knew as well as we did that tonight was going to be lit as fuck.
“Let’s fucking party!” Jaxson belted out once Coach had ducked out of the room, and the team responded by beating on the lockers and dancing as if we’d already won the championship.
I joined in, grabbing my jersey at opposite ends and threading it between my legs as I thrust my hips in a ridiculous dance. I whipped it overhead like a helicopter next before sending it flying into the team laundry basket.
It soared right by Maven’s head on the way, and she caught the whole thing on camera.
I hopped down from where I’d been on a bench, slowly making my way toward her. Where I was a sweaty, smelly mess, she was just as pristine as she had been standing in my doorway hours ago. I noted the freckles on her cheeks the closer I got, loving that I could see them even through her makeup.
“Well, did I give you enough content tonight?”
“Indeed, you did,” she answered on a smile. “I just have one question.”
“Shoot.”
“What’s with the fish?”
“Sacrificing to the Osprey!” Carter answered for me, slinging his arm around Maven. She grimaced a bit at how sweaty he was, but didn’t pull away. “It’s tradition after a win.”
“You know what else is tradition,” Jaxson said, waggling his brows as he sidled up next to me. “Boomer’s.”
“And Boomer Bunnies,” Carter added with his own salacious grin.
“Shut up, Fabio. We all know bunnies don’t come for your rookie ass,” one of our defensemen chided. Dimitri Volkov. He was Russian, an older vet, his accent thick and his tolerance for bullshit somewhere around Daddy P’s. I loved him, though, because he was essentially like having a second goalie. The man was a weapon, one I was glad to have on my team.
Carter flicked him off.
“Boomer Bunnies?” Maven asked carefully.
“Boomer’s is the bar we go to after a win,” Brittzy explained. “And let’s just say, there are some very attractive women in the area who are well aware of that fact.”
“They’re also aware of how fat your pockets are,” Daddy P grumbled from the bench. “You’re a fool if you mistake it for anything else.”
“Some of them are nice,” Carter defended.
“Just because one of them let you poke her in the butt doesn’t mean she’s Miss America, Fabio.”
The words shot out of Jaxson like a barrel, and we all burst into a fit of laughter as Carter shamefully took his arm from around Maven. He sulked for a moment before punching Jaxson in the arm.
“Um… she let you…what?” Maven asked.
Carter’s face flamed a furious red.
“Carter here was a virgin the first night we all went out,” Jaxson explained, all too happy to fill in the blanks. “And a couple teammates took some bunnies home, a few of them excited to…play.” He grinned.
“One of them told Carter he couldput it anywhere,” I said. Maven’s eyes doubled in size when her gaze snapped to mine, and I loved it. I loved seeing her squirm, watching her reaction to that little tidbit.
It made me wonder what she was thinking, if she was disgusted by the thought, or maybe, justmaybe, a little turned on.
“And you… you chose…” Maven slowly turned to Carter again, who threw his hands up like he’d had no other choice.
“I just figured I wouldn’t get that offer as much in my lifetime!”
My stomach hurt from laughing so hard with the rest of the crew in that corner of the locker room, and even Maven cracked a smile, shaking her head.
“Please, don’t post that,” Carter said, sobering up.
“Your virgin escapades aren’t exactly the content we’re going for, Fabio,” Maven shot back just as quick.
