Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys #2)(53)

I can do it.

I can totally do it.

“Dex, Adler, press conference.”

Fuck.

So maybe I can do it after I get my ass handed to me.





Twenty-Two





TRIPP





“Are you coming to dinner with Oskar?” I ask Dex when he comes out of the showers.

He’s in an unusually down mood thanks to Fensby being a dick right before the media pile-on, and I’m not talking about a normal human level of down. Dex is always bright and happy. His disposition is usually annoyingly sunny, which makes moods like this easy to pick.

So when he shakes his head and says he’ll see me at home, I know something’s really wrong. He doesn’t even look at me as he dresses.

“Want me to cancel?” I’m hoping he says yes. I’ve been conveniently too busy to join the queer collective on any of their video calls or pick up when Oskar has tried to reach me. It finally all caught up to me when tonight on the ice, Oskar skated over and said I have a lot of explaining to do.

Which is true. I haven’t spoken to any of the guys since the news got out that Dex and I are legally married, because I’ve been anticipating many lectures about setting myself up for heartache.

“No, don’t do that.” Dex pulls on his navy suit jacket. It’s my favorite suit of his because it makes his dark eyes brighter, and he deserves to be the brightest thing in a room. “It’s a rule you have to catch up with Oskar when he’s in town.”

“Yeah, only a silly rule, not a law.”

“Yet, you guys always manage to make time for each other because you’re like family. Seriously, go.”

“You’re okay?”

Dex’s eyes are weary, and he runs a hand through his wet hair. “Just trying to get my head around the game. That’s all.”

“It doesn’t count for standings,” I remind him.

“I’m in a slump, and the season hasn’t even started yet.”

I rub his arm. “Here, you take my car home. I’ll order an Uber to take me downtown.”

“I’ll drop you off and then head home.”

“It’s out of the way.”

Dex grabs my hand and pulls me against him. “And I’m your husband. So I’ll drop you off.” Then he leans in and kisses me, not caring if Fensby sees and complains again.

It’s as easy as that to get me to melt for him and let the issue go.

When he drops me off, I ask again if he wants to come in and eat with us, but he declines.

I’m too busy worrying about Dex to remember to protect myself from Oskar, who likes to slap the back of my head when I’ve done something boneheaded.

He clips me on my way past him. “Nice game, sweetheart.”

“Asshole,” I mutter when I sit.

“Now, I can’t be sure, you might have to remind me, but I think I remember you telling me that your fake wedding will never get out … Now suddenly you’re married. Oh, and it’s legal. I know because I checked.”

“Oh, shit, look at the time. I should go home.” I stand, but Oskar reaches over and pushes me back down.

“Don’t even. You’ve been avoiding my calls, and I thought you might have bailed on tonight. I was all prepared to show up on your doorstep to hunt you down. Now spill.”

I hang my head. “We didn’t know it was legal. That’s what the call from PR was about while we were on vacation. They found out, and now we’re in a media circus where we have to pretend that it’s real and that we’re in love because people will hate us and the team if it got out that we did it as a joke.”

Oskar hums. “How convenient.”

“Believe me when I say it’s not convenient at all.”

“No, I suppose being married to a guy you’re in love with can’t be easy. At least, not when he doesn’t love you back.”

“Dex loves me … in his own way.”

“In his own platonic, delusional way, sure.”

I bite back the fuck you I want to send his way. “Can we not get into this again? You know where I firmly stand when it comes to Dex. You don’t need to keep telling me I have to get over him. I know I do. It’s … even more difficult with having to keep up this charade. I’m not allowed to sleep with anyone else.”

Oskar cringes. “Celibacy? Screw that.”

Right. Sure. Celibacy.

I glance away.

“Wait. Anyone else? Oh, Trippy, tell me you didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?”

“Let Dex into your inner sanctum.”

“I didn’t.” Not with his dick, at least. His fingers have been there a few times, but I’ve always been the one to ask for it, so I haven’t pushed him for more. Oskar doesn’t need to know any of this though.

Oskar’s eyes narrow. “What about your … outer sanctum?”

“What is my outer sanctum, and why does that sound so dirty?”

“Have you had sex with Dex?”

“Hey, that rhymes! And I’m, uh, thirsty.” I reach for the water on the table and pour a glass, but Oskar takes it off me before I can drink it.

“Spill it, Tripp Mitchell.”