Page 82 of Wild Love
I catch Dakota as we’re getting off the bus.
“Hey. I’m going to be late tonight. Can you let Charli out for me?”
“Yeah. I’ll take her on a short run with me. I missed my run the last few mornings.” She smirks and blushes.
“Sorry, not sorry.” I say, remembering exactly how we spent that time. “Later, roomie.”
One of the media rooms has been set up with video games and food. All the older guys that are in town stop by, but the coaches and staff are absent to give us time to talk and get to know one another without them.
I fill a plate full of grub and sit between Declan and Tyler.
“Boys,” I say in greeting.
“What’s up, Mav?” Dec says. “Knee holding up?”
“Yeah. It’s a little sore after that slam into the wall earlier today.” I give him a pointed stare.
He grins. “I had to make sure you could stay in one piece with a little check.”
“Little?” He’s one of the biggest guys in the league. I thought it was nice of him to stop by until I realized he was giving us a taste of what it’ll be like playing against defenders like him.
Ty laughs. “It’s been a fun week. I’m sad to see it coming to an end.”
“The real fun will begin in September,” I tell him and hold up my fist for a bump.
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“Okay. Start at the beginning,”Reagan says.
Ginny crowds in next to her. “Don’t leave anything out.”
They’re sitting on Reagan’s bed, and I feel a twinge of melancholy. I am loving my time in Minnesota, but I miss them.
“I’m leaving a few things out,” I warn as my friends wait for details about Maverick and me.
Sienna joins our Zoom with a smile. “Sorry. I’m helping teach a figure skating class, and one of the kid’s parents showed up fifteen minutes late.”
“Poor kid.”
“Poor me. What did I miss? Tell me everything.”
“You haven’t missed anything. She’s holding out on us,” Reagan says.
I huff a laugh. “I just didn’t want to have to repeat myself.”
“Well, we’re all here now,” Ginny says. “Spill.”
“There really isn’t that much to spill.”
Reagan groans. “You’re lucky you’re so far away. I want to shake you.”
“I could drive down and force it out of her,” Sienna offers.
“Nobody needs to force anything out of me,” I say. “We kissed and messed around a little.”
It’s the worst description ever for the amazing, hot, fun week of daily orgasms at the hands and mouth of Maverick. Threesome connoisseur wasn’t on my dating must-haves list, but holy crap, maybe it should be because all that attention focused on me? It’s mind blowing. My mind? Totally blown.
