Page 12 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
“Sorry, Addie. I didn’t mean to push too far or make you uncomfortable.” The joker gets serious, and I hate it.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” I say quickly, my eyes drifting to Roman, who refuses to look at me now. “I just… I already miss you guys, and you’re not even gone yet. I don’t want to make it worse by doing something stupid that we can’t take back.” I take a shaky breath. “But I promise your secret’s safe with me.”
Zeke reaches out, taking my hand and guiding me down the hallway to what I assume is the guest room.
Do they share a bed, all of them together?
The mechanics of their relationship are a mystery to me,though the image of them tangled up in sheets makes me groan quietly to myself.
Zeke opens the door to a small room at the end of the hall but doesn’t step inside. He just stands there, looking at me like he can see every thought flashing behind my eyes.
“That was a lot to put on you tonight, but you have to understand that Jasper doesn’t do well with masking his feelings. You’re lucky he hasn’t told you how he feels about you and what he wants sooner. And the way he’s managed to keep his mouth shut about what Roman and I mean to him? Well, that should tell you just how deep it goes.”
I turn, my back brushing the cold hallway wall, my pulse hammering in my throat. “And what about you?”
“Come on,” he murmurs, his eyes sweeping over me. “You knew. You had to have known, or you wouldn’t have made your move tonight.”
“Will you kiss me?” I whisper. “Just once more?”
He doesn’t hesitate. He cages me against the wall, his body pinning mine. One arm braces above my head while his other hand slides to my jaw, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. When he finally kisses me, it isn’t hard or rushed, but fuck—it’s hot, and when he pulls back sooner than I want, my lips are tingling, and my body is practically screaming for more.
“Goodnight, Addison.”
“Goodnight, Zeke.”
CHAPTER
THREE
ADDISON
Now
Older me wantsto shake the shit out of younger me for walking out on them that night.
What was I even thinking?
I brush off memories of the night they won the championship more often than I’d like to admit. I have to because walking away from Roman for a second time still gnaws at me.
“The ceremony’s at Highland Lodge in a couple of weeks. We need to reserve some cabins if you want to stay—they said availability’s limited.”
I’m slumped in my parents’ living room, which looks like Santa’s workshop threw up everywhere, thanks to my niece and nephew. There’s wrapping paper all over, screaming kids, fake snow, glitter that I’m prettysure wasn’t there five minutes ago, and a battery-powered reindeer blinking like it’s on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
You and me both, buddy.
“Highland Lodge is less than twenty minutes away,” I mutter into my hot chocolate. “Most people will just drive back to town.”
“Well, I thought it might be nice, you know, in case you and Mikey…”
Ah, yes, Mikey. My soon-to-be ex-husband, who I wasted almost two years of my life faking orgasms for while he panted over me like a pug with asthma.
“What is wrong with you?” I stare at my mother like she’s grown a second head. “Seriously? You know what he did.”
I caught him four months ago, butt naked and flailing like a dying trout, inside Whitney, my closest friend turned backstabbing bitch. And I say “inside” in the loosest possible terms because, honestly, two pathetic pumps and a groan like he stubbed his toe hardly qualify as mind-blowing sex.
Hats off to the guy though. It takes a real overachiever to disappoint two women at the same time.
Now Whitney’s in the trash pile where she belongs, and Mikey—thanks to his wandering dick—is back living with Mommy and Daddy while I get to keep the house we shared.
