Page 134 of Pucking Sweet

Violet lets out a laugh. “Oh, as if. Perfect Poppy would never play a game that required performing lewd acts in public.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Perfect though I may be, Ididplay your silly little game. And I won. I’d like to claim my prize now.”

Our conversation has caught the attention of the other girls in our group. They crowd in behind Violet and Olivia. “Wait, what happened?” asks Giselle.

“Did Poppy win?” asks Maggie.

“OMG! Poppy, seriously?” Chutney squeals.

Olivia holds up her hand for quiet. “Poppysaysshe won,” she calls out to the group. “But she has yet to prove it. The Court of Dishonor is now in session. Judge Olivia is presiding.”

“Oh, Judge, put me on the stand,” Lukas says with a wave of his hand. Reaching around me, he taps the card. “We can prove it. Look—we just did this row and this diagonal.”

Olivia and Violet put their heads together, reading each of the boxes he pointed out.

Violet gasps, looking up at me. “Poppy, you didnotjust give a hand job?”

Crossing my arms in this stupid beaded top, I hold her gaze. “Actually, I gave two.”

“Dude, awesome,” says one of the surfer bros.

“I can confirm, it was totally awesome,” says Lukas with a grin. To Olivia’s mortification and my delight, he bumps fists with her surfer.

“Does that win me triple bingo?” I tease.

Olivia purses her lips. “And the dick pic?” Her gaze heats as she looks behind me to my men. “I won’t deny I’m curious to see what two professional hockey players are packing in those padded pants.”

Colton steps in before I can commit violence, placing a hand on my arm. “We’ll only show the pic to Tina,” he declares. “And only if she agrees. No need to scar her for life unnecessarily.”

All the girls turn to her. Arms crossed, Tina just shrugs. “Eh, you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ’em all. Nothing can shock me at this point.”

The girls all giggle as she steps around the table to come stand by Colton. He takes out his phone and makes a show of covertly flashing her the picture. She purses her lips, nodding like an art critic. “Mhmm. Okay. Yep.” She looks to Olivia and Violet. “Well, ladies, those are two healthy-looking dicks. Poppy, well done,” she adds, giving my shoulder a fond pat.

I turn back to my sister and her friend. “Well? This means Perfect Poppy wins the game, right?”

I can tell it kills her to say it, but Olivia smiles. “Yeah, Poppy, you win. You’re our most dishonorable Maid of Honor. Congratulations.”

“And the prize?” I say with a raised brow.

Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a small red-banded stack of hundred-dollar bills. “As promised.” She holds it up, waving it dramatically in the air. “Our sweet, precious Poppy just won double bingo!”

The bachelorette party girls all cheer, congratulating me. I don’t take my eyes from Olivia as I pluck the cash from her hand. Then I turn to Violet. “You can find your way back to the beach house, right?”

She huffs, crossing her arms. “Seriously? This ismyparty, Poppy. You have to stay and help me host it.”

I step back from the table. “You know, I think I’ve done all the hosting I’m gonna do tonight. You don’t need me, Violet. You never have. In fact, I imagine you’ll have more fun without me. So here.” I slip one of the hundred-dollar bills out of the stack and set it on the table. “This should cover the Ubers. Have a good night.”

Turning on my heel, I hand the rest of the cash to Colton and take Lukas’s hand. Colton peels away to pay their tab as Lukas guides me over to the door. “Where to next? Wanna see if we can find a limbo contest? Maybe a challenging game of charades?”

I look up at him, adrenaline still humming through my veins. “You know what I want.”

He laughs, brushing my hair back. “Yeah, but it’s fun to hear you say it.”

Colton joins us, and I take his hand too. “Orgasms,” I say. “I want lots and lots of orgasms.”

Lukas presses a kiss to my forehead. “It will be our absolute fucking pleasure.”

Fifteen minutes later,I’m standing with Lukas in the front room of a little bed and breakfast, while Colton checks us in.