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Graham
“I thinkit might be possible to die from lack of sex, which is actually ridiculous seeing as how I’ve got a whole contact list full of girls waiting to hook up.”
Except, I’m superstitious as fuck, like most hockey players are, and I played the best game of my life after inadvertently cancelling my first Tuesday of the month sex appointment, which meant I had to see if it would last.
And it has.
Almost an entire month of no sex.
A month.
I’m skating faster and shooting the puck like a god. I’m un-fucking-touchable. Which means that, for now, I’m refraining from sex. I can’t break this streak, so if I die… you know exactly why. And if I’m being honest, I’m over the hookups. It’s beginning to get boring. There’s nothing… memorable about them, and maybe that’s what started this superstition anyway.
Who knows.
"You’re the most dramaticmanI’ve ever met,” Reed grumbles as he scoops protein powder into his shaker.
What does a guy do when he’s trying not to focus on the fact that he’s been abstinent for the longest time since he lost his virginity? Well, he annoys the fuck out of his best friends.
Let’s be real though, I’m here to see my Olive you and Evan. Not Reed. Not Briggs.
Briggs brought his daughter, my favorite girl in the world, over to Reed’s, so we could all hang out. Evan, Reed’s nephew that lives with him, is running around the house hitting us with nerf bullets at every turn.
The kid has crazy good aim, and I have a throbbing eyeball to prove it.
Shit.
Olive’s in her high chair, demolishing the strawberry pancakes I just made us. I think there’s some in her hair, which makes me chuckle because that means she’s loving them. Seeing Olive is the best part of my day, hands down. Ever since she was born, we’ve had a special bond.
That’s probably why they put up with my sorry ass. Because their kids love me.
But, it’s true. The guys and their families are the only family I have here. My family is thousands of miles away on a small-ass farm in Tennessee and they only come to visit once, maybe twice a year. I make it there when I can, but my family here is what keeps me going.
Olive, Ev and my brothers.
“Eh, I know I’m dramatic. I own it, it makes me who I am.” I shrug, a confident smirk on my face as I shovel another syrup-drenched pancake into my mouth. “Plus, you two keep me around so that’s gotta count for something.”
Briggs looks at me with a blank expression. “That’s for Olive and Olive only.”
Figures.
“You gotta clean this up before Holland and Maddison get home and kill us both. You know how Holl is about the kitchen.”
“Mama home?” Olive says at the mention of Maddison. It’s crazy how much she’s talking now.
Briggs nods, plastering a wide grin on his face before walking over and picking pieces of pancake and strawberry out of her adorable pig tails or “piggies” as she calls them.
“That’s right my girl, Mama and Auntie Holl will kick our butts if we don’t clean up our mess. Speaking of mess… time for a bath. You’ve got syrup on your forehead. Reed, can I borrow your bathtub?”
Briggs holds her out like she’s going to get syrup all over him.
Reed laughs and nods.
“Yay! I play with mermaids?” Olive asks.
He nods. “Of course.” Turning toward me, he gestures toward the pile of dishes in the sink. “All yours.”
Ugh. I love to cook, like more than most guys do, but I fucking hate dishes.
