Page 161 of Pucking Sweet

“Between colleagues,” she corrects. “We’re all working on the same team, and the three of us had a fun night out in the stands, right? We ate our weight in junk food, and we got to watch our friends play.”

Friends, lovers, fathers of my child. Who can keep track?

“Caleb and I played a little prank on the players where we wore their jerseys,” she goes on. “Good clean fun, alright?”

Yeah, the kind of fun that gets you fingered on a yacht and pregnant.

I nod, feeling like the world’s biggest freaking hypocrite. “Yeah, good clean fun.”

Taking a deep breath, I turn my attention to my phone. Rachel needs to buy more time, and I’m going to buy it for her. It’s what I would want in her position. It’s what Idowant. Colton, Lukas, and I aren’t ready for the eyes of the world on us either. I don’t want them shoved under a microscope and dissected, all the messy details of their lives picked apart as people judge us, judge our child.

Oh god, the baby…

My little chaos monster doesn’t deserve any of this. I can feel the walls of my shell closing in, ready to protect us from the eyes of the world. This isexactlywhy you don’t get involved with the players! Because in no time at all, you go from managing the story to being the freaking headline! What will our headlines say?

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.

No.

I’m not going to make this about me. This is about Rachel and her guys and doing the best job I can to protect them. I can freak out about my own secret threesome on my own time. For now, I am Poppy St. James, and I have a crisis to manage.

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“We need to talk.” Lukas appears at the shower door like he fucking teleported there. I must not have heard him come in over the sound of my music.

“Jesus—fuck—” Dropping my hands away from my dick, I turn and hit the wall with my elbow. “Ow—”

“Did you see the screenshots I sent you this morning?”

I groan. The nice little vision I had of Poppy in here with me, her slick body rubbing up on me, fizzles. “Nov, I’m in the shower. Will you get the fuck out?”

“You think I care that you’re stroking your dick in there? Want me to get in and finish you off?”

“How did you get in?” I growl, keeping my back turned as I wait for my dick to go down. We’re in Poppy’s fucking apartment, and the last I checked he didn’t—

“I have a key.”

I glare over my shoulder through the steam-coated glass. “How the hell did you get a key?”

“I took her key and duplicated it,” he replies with a shrug. “Hey, if you think I’m gonna let you have access to her without me, you’re fucking dreaming. I’m not going anywhere, Cole.”

I turn fully around, not caring that my dick is still half-hard. “If you care so much about access, where were you last night—”

He waves his hand. “Not important. We’ve got bigger fish to fry.”

“Fine. Get out so I can finish.”

“Sure, and by ‘finish’ you mean you’ll come into her loofa, right? I bet you used her body wash on your dick too. Anything to get a little hit—”

“What the fuck isyour problem?”

He smirks, glancing down at my dick. “Looks like this angry foreplay is working for you there, bud. Want me to keep slinging insults, and you can just unload right here on her shower glass?”

I raise a brow, heat coiling in my gut. “You want to watch me jerk myself off onto the glass?”

“If it gets you out of there faster,” he teases.

Well, I’m in no mood to be fucking teased. Poppy left me alone in bed this morning, meaning I didn’t get to start my day inside her. I’m on edge, and I’m calling his bluff. I wrap my hand around my dick and give it a slow pull. Blood rushes back to it, leaving me breathless. I reach out, bracing my hand palm-flat against the steamy glass.