Page 75 of Wild About You
I guess that’s settled. Disappointment sits on my chest. I would love to spend all day in bed with Piper, but it looks like that won’t be happening. I knew last night was a rare free night to do whatever we wanted, but the reality of my busy schedule smacks me upside the head a lot faster than I expected it to.
Ash and I devour breakfast. Piper’s finishing her own food when I come around with my and Ash’s plates. I put them in the dishwasher and then wrap my arms around her waist.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and go with you to get Everly?” I drop a kiss to her shoulder where my T-shirt hangs off her.
“I need to update my wardrobe, or at least buy a few pieces for school. Last week I was wearing the same dress as one of my students and she complimented me on myvintagefind. I bought it new when I was in high school.”
“Professional stuff?” I ask with a vision of Piper in some business-type outfits that are more fantasy than school-appropriate.
“Yep.” She turns and places her arms around my neck. “Although from the look on your face I think you have a very different mental image than me on what constitutes professional.”
“Garters are professional, right?”
She laughs. “I need to shower. See you later?”
“You can count on it.” I step away from her, walking backward.
I ride to the arena with Ash and Leo. Jack, Declan, and Maverick are already here. I have an extra pep in my step. We’re supposed to be doing a light workout, but I can’t resist adding a little more weight and doing an extra few reps on each set.
“Did you not wear yourself out last night?” Jack asks as he spots me on the bench press.
“Seriously, Ty,” Mav says, sounding genuinely concerned. “Did you make her do all the work?”
Their jokes don’t even phase me as I rack the weight and jump to my feet. “Fuck off. I’m just feeling good today, strong, re-energized, alive.”
I’m aware I sound a bit ridiculous, but honestly, I can’t remember the last time I felt this great physically.
After we work out, we lace up and hit the ice. I’m flying, making moves like the guys are standing still. Jack rests both hands on the top of his stick and grins at me. “Rookie, you need to get laid more often if this is the result.”
“No kidding.” Leo wipes the back of his glove across his forehead. “I think I’m doing it wrong. Scarlett and I were up all night, and my legs feel like lead.”
“Four years of pent-up frustration gone,” I say. “I feel lighter or some shit. I don’t know.”
“Wait a minute.” Mav continues to skate around as he talks. “Are you telling me that in the time you and Piper were apart you didn’t hook up with anyone else?”
“No way,” Ash says, then looks at me. “You’re fucking with us, right?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m serious.”
“Okay, so you didn’t go all the way, but you fooled around, got a blow job or a handie or something during that time?” Ash pushes for clarification.
I shake my head again.
“Not even a dry hump or a finger in the ass?” Maverick finally stops and all the guys are staring at me waiting for an answer.
“I didn’t even kiss anyone else.”
“Fuck.” Declan looks impressed. The others are still staring at me in disbelief.
“Well, damn.” Ash shoots a puck to Leo. “If you and Scarlett broke up, would you hook up with someone else?”
“Scarlett and I aren’t going to break up. We’re engaged.”
“I know, I know, but humor me. Let’s pretend that she hates your guts and moves back to London for the next four years and is banging every dude in sight.”
Leo’s jaw tightens. “I don’t like the pretend game.”
“Would you?” Jack asks him.
