Page 83 of Wanting the Winger


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“There are going to be trucks here with tacos, burgers, and iced coffee.”

“For real? You’re having a coffee truck?” She smiles.

“Yep. But I’m not ordering for you,” I joke.

“Did you forget what my favorite one is?”

I scoff. “Really? You think I could ever forget what you ordered on the night we met?”

“I think you’re stalling,” she says.

“I’m a little insulted you think I could forget.” I cross my arms over my chest. “A venti iced coffee, with extra ice, skim milk, white chocolate mocha, caramel drizzle on the inside of the cup, and vanilla cold foam.” Puffing my chest out, I raise my arms up on either side of my head, flexing.

Pressing her lips together, she nods. “I’m impressed and sorry I doubted you.”

“I probably never told you this, but I replayed every second of that night in my mind for the two weeks it took for me to see you again.”

“Aww, that’s sweet. I bet all the female hockey fans probably think you’re this bad boy player, and little do they know, you’re a total cinnamon roll,” she says.

“What does that mean? That I taste good?” I grin.

She laughs. “No, but you do.” She grins back at me.

“Jesus. Don’t get me going.” I press down on my semi-hard dick.

She laughs. “So, I shouldn’t tell you how much I love sucking your—”

I clamp my hand over her mouth to stop her from saying the word that will push me over the edge.

I’m saved from the situation escalating when Evie’s parents pull into the driveway. I notice Evie visibly tense up. I edge closer, taking her hand. “Relax, agápi mou. I’m right here with you.”

She nods. “I know you are. I don’t know why I’m nervous. Things have been better with my dad recently.”

After Evie had it out with her dad about trading me, he called her. It took him a few weeks, but he made the first move at extending an olive branch. He took Evie out to dinner and they talked through a lot of things that needed to be addressed between them. Since then he’s been making more of an effort to keep in touch with her, even if it’s just a quick text to say hello. Her parents even had the three of us over for dinner a couple of times.

“Looks like someone’s having a birthday,” Coach calls out as they progress toward us.

Before I can say anything, two more vehicles are pulling into my driveway. “Looks like the party’s about to start.”

* * *

I keep the party in the front yard until after we’ve eaten. The food trucks were a big hit and I’m never hosting another party without using them. No setting up, no cleaning up, and best of all, no cooking. Besides, there’s just something cool about ordering from a truck.

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” I shout above the partygoers chatter and wait until all the conversations have died out. “I have a surprise for Tillie in the backyard, so if everyone could please follow me, that would be great.”

“What is it, Dar?” Tillie asks.

I bop her on the nose with my fingertip. “It’s a surprise.”

“What do you think it could be?” she asks Three.

His brow furrows as he thinks. “A swingset?”

“Yes. I think it’s a swingset,” she agrees.

I hope she’s not going to be disappointed when she finds out what it really is.

Once everyone has moved to the back patio behind the house, I lead Tillie over to the large tarp that says “Happy Birthday, Tillie” on it. Ryan, Levi, and both my brothers bend down, grabbing the edge of the black nylon, and drag it backward, revealing the synthetic ice surface.

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