Page 42 of Pucking Good Girl

But there is no one nosier than a bunch of hockey players in the locker room. And our teammates join forces the second they smell a juicy secret. Like a secret hookup.

Fuck.

If they see that Becks is texting Talia, we’re both dead. Being kidnapped in the middle of the night and forced to dig our own graves, kind of dead.

“Ooh, Beavis,” Vaughn wiggles his eyebrows. “Let’s see who you’ve been texting all day. He was texting the entire bus ride here, too.” He says, moving toward Becks.

“Come on, guys,” I lunge between Becks and Vaughn. “Leave Beavis alone. And you, put your phone away before Coach gets in here and sees you focusing on anything other than tonight’s game.”

Becks shoots me a grateful look, but those two seconds of distraction end up costing him everything.

Like on the ice during a face-off, Vaughn has lightning speed reflexes.

He snatches the phone out of Becks’s hands before my brother even has the chance to realize what happened.

“Give it here, Heston,” Tucker demands. “Let’s see what our newest winger was up to last night rather than coming to your poolside BBQ.”

Jesus. Vaughn’s poolside BBQ was fun. But I don’t blame Becks for skipping it to take Talia on a date. I would have done the same thing in a heartbeat.

“Tucker, don’t be an ass,” I try to intervene. “Becks will tell us who he’s texting when he’s ready. Don’t upset him before the game. You don’t want to get in his head and affect his performance.” Even because it would be difficult to play from six feet under, if Tucker saw who my brother has been texting.

“No can do,” Tucker insists. “I’m just looking out for him. I know everyone in town, and I can find out everything about anyone on campus within a few hours. We don’t want our Beavis to get involved with the wrong woman. You of all people should know everything about that.”

I’m powerless to do anything as Tucker reads the screen of Becks’s phone.

I brace myself for restraining him the second he finds out that my brother is texting his sister, but my best friend’s reaction isn’t what I was expecting.

One look at the screen in Tucker’s hands tells me why we’re both still alive.

Talia is saved into Becks’s phone as “My Good Girl.”

Thank fuck.

Now that I’m not worried about having to explain to my parents why Becks was murdered in cold blood, curiosity has the best of me too.

I crane my neck over Tucker’s shoulder to read the text thread.

My Good Girl: Good luck tonight on the ice. I’ll be thinking of you.

Becks: I’ve been thinking about you all day. About the way you felt with your thighs wrapped around my hips. You’re so tight, so perfect. I’ve been hard all day thinking about you.

My Good Girl: I’ve been thinking about you too. Last night was hot and so romantic. I had never done it outside with the rain falling all around us.

Becks: It was my first time in the rain, too. But next time we’re together, I want to be somewhere private. Where I can take my time to kiss every inch of your perfect body. I want to make you come so many times that all you’re gonna remember is my name and how to scream it. Maybe I could ask Mack to go out on Saturday night and leave us the condo all to ourselves.

Over my fucking dead body.

Jealousy washes over me, hot and bitter, as fast as the realization that the urge to push Tucker aside and to be the one to kill my brother is irrational.

What the fuck was I expecting? I knew that Talia wanted Becks from the very beginning. I’ve helped her practice reverse cowgirl to impress him, for fuck’s sake.

But it’s even worse than that. I’ve seen my brother go down on her, buried deep inside Talia while I fucked her perfect tits. That should have bothered me way more than a couple of text messages.

That was different. Because I was there, too.

Yeah, the voice in my head has a fucking point. And I recognize the feeling expanding in my chest for what it really is. I’m not just jealous. I’m mostly scared.

Terrified that the feelings between Becks and Talia could grow before I’ve even had the chance to tell her how I really feel about her.