*
“Ijust can’t get over that shot. It was, like, completely legendary,” Kennedy exclaims for the hundredth time.
Wren, Scarlett, and Kennedy came over to my place after the game to hang out. Most of the team have gone to a much louder party but I knew that Wren wouldn’t want to go to that. Instead, I told Grey, Harry, and Xavier to stay here.
While we were in Palm Springs, it seems like they’ve all gotten a lot closer without us which is good. Yet, as much as they’ve hung out, Kennedy is still not over the way hockey works and how my shot wasn’t at all ‘legendary.’
I was able to get in two goals while Xaiver and Harry got one in each. Grey needs to learn how to chill more on the ice because he was in the penalty box for half of the game. We all helped each other assist along with Tyler and Bryan. It was a really good first game back.
“Calm down, Ken. You’re going to boost his ego even more,” Wren says giving me a small smile. She leans her head into my neck as I wrap my arms around her waist while she sits in my lap, wearing the shirt I got her for Christmas. Across from us, Kennedy and Scarlett give each other knowing glances.
“I don’t mind it one bit,” I say proudly. I turn to Wren. “It’s not like you’ve eventoldme congrats since the game was over.”
Wren’s face turns red at my teasing. Shehassaid 'well done'. Once with a huge hug and a kiss when she ran up to me when the game ended when I was all sweaty and gross and then again when we got home, on her knees in my bedroom with my hand in her ponytail.
“It was a good game, though. It helped that they couldn’t play for shit anyway,” Grey laughs. “They looked like they only just learnt how to skate.”
Wren snorts. "You spent more time in the sin bin than you did on the ice,” she retorts seriously, seeming genuinely disappointed with his performance, and everyone laughs.
I look at her, unable to hide my grin and the raging hard-on. “What did you just say?”
She tilts her head. “What? About the penalties?”
“Nah,” I tut, shaking my head. “I want to hear you say it again.”
“You want me to say ‘sin bin’ again? Is this a new kink of yours, Davis?” she asks me innocently batting her eyelashes at me.
“It might be,” I admit, having to readjust my jeans. I lower my voice and groan. “Fuck me.”
“I can make that happen.” She bites softly on my ear, and I press my mouth in a line to suppress my groan. Does this girl enjoy torturing me?
“Uh, please don’t,” Scarlett cuts in grimacing.
“Yeah, please don’t. Can we move on past this? As much as I love hockey, I don’t want to talk about it all the time,” Harry says, taking a swig of his beer. “Let’s play truth or dare.”
All the girls look at each other and smile.
“Ugh,” Scarlett groans. “Been there and done that. Not the smartest idea with this bunch.”
“Why not?” Harry asks, clearly oblivious to the 2021 Christmas Incident.
“Because it brings out a lot of shit that no one needs to know about. Like how, Scarlett hadrelationsin the business classroom and how these two can’t keep their hands off each other,” Kennedy explains with a waft of her hand in our direction.
“That is not true,” Wren retorts, sliding off my lap and trying to sit beside me but there isn't much space so half her leg is still on my thigh anyway. She pulls her hands in between her thighs and squeezes them together. “See?”
“See what? That you can last two seconds without making out,” Kennedy says back, raising her eyebrows. “It’s got alotworse since you came back.”
“I second that,” Scarlett announces.
“Me too,” Xavier and Grey say in unison. Grey stands up and saunters towards the kitchen, no doubt to raid my fridge. He’s going to be disappointed when he notices that Wren threw out all of our junk food. He fiddles with the speaker and changes the song to'Save your tears,'by the Weeknd.
“Whatever. At Christmas, it was a dare. It’s not like we were doing it for no reason,” I say looking over to Wren who has got the biggest smile on her face.
“Exactly. At least someone agrees with me.” She points at me, wiggling her finger in my face. Instinctively, I gently bite at the end of her finger, and she laughs, sliding back into my lap.
“You two are impossible,” Scarlett grumbles, slouching back in her seat
“Okay,” Harry draws out, looking at me and Wren before turning to Kennedy. “Kennedy, truth or dare?”
