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“Oh, I hate you guys. You make it look so easy.” Grudging admiration flickers across her face.
I don’t switch with Beckett even though I could. I guess I enjoy having her close. I apply pressure on her, and this time she manages to get a pass off to Beckett. The speed with which the puck flies is a testament to the power of her shots. It’s too fast for him to connect with his stick, and the error is his, not hers.
“That was good!” I tell her, nodding in admiration. “Really good. Let’s do it again.”
For the next hour, we run her hard, and even when she has trouble at first, she’s quick to adapt and able to handle everything we throw at her.
“Gotta practice those deep knee bends,” Beckett advises her. “And not just because they make your ass look good.”
She snickers.
“It’ll help you change directions faster.”
She nods. After the next puck drop, she pivots so hard, it catches me by surprise, and the puck leaves her stick before I have a chance to battle for it. A perfect pass to Beckett leads to a sweet goal right in the back door.
Gigi throws her arms up in a victory post. “That’s what I’m talking about, bitches.”
A smile tugs on my lips. I don’t let it surface, though, because I’m sure it will lead to me being made fun of for it. But I can’t deny I’m proud of her progress.
“All right,” she announces. “Like Coach Adley always says, let’s end this shit on a high note.”
We skate to the bench to drink the rest of our water.
“So you’re trying to make Team USA, huh?” Beckett says.
Gigi recaps her empty bottle. “Yeah.”
“I can’t imagine why they wouldn’t select you. You’re ridiculously good. Ryder showed me some of your game tape, and you’re one of the best skaters I’ve ever seen.”
She glances at me, smirking. “You’re showing people my film? That’s so cute. I knew you were obsessed with me.”
I roll my eyes.
We head back to the locker rooms to change into our street clothes. Beck and I don’t bother showering since we’re going straight home. Then we reconvene outside and walk to our cars. The parking lot is illuminated by a couple of floodlights, so it’s easy to discern the gratitude shining in Gigi’s slate-gray eyes.
“Thank you for this,” she tells both of us, but her gaze is on me. “Let’s do it again? Maybe next week?”
“Sounds good,” I say brusquely.
“What are you up to this weekend?” Beckett asks her.
“Not sure yet. Why?”
“We’re having people over on Friday. You should come by.”
I give him a look, which he returns with a wink. I know what he’s up to. Beckett is as transparent as glass. Mostly because he never tries to hide his intentions.
Gigi’s still watching me, though. Contemplating. Then she shrugs and says, “Maybe,” before getting into her car and driving away.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
GIGI
Do you want me to stop?
“I THINK WE SHOULD GO,” MYA ANNOUNCES ON FRIDAY NIGHT. SHE has her bare legs up on the coffee table and is wiggling her feet to help her toenails dry. She just finished painting them a light pink that looks incredible with her skin tone. I’m too pale to pull off that shade. I look best in darker colors, like my mom.
“To the enemy party,” I say dubiously.
“Well, they’re your enemy, not mine. And I’m in the mood for a party. I’m bored silly. And you’re horny. Let’s go.”
“I am not horny,” I bluster.
“Liar. You were telling me and Diana all about it the other day when she came over. I have to assume your sex-drought agony has only gotten worse since then.”
I glare at her.
She raises a perfectly sculpted brow.
“Fine, it’s gotten worse,” I grumble.
Bad enough that I actually got turned on two nights ago when Beckett Dunne was teasing me about condoms and threesomes. I feel a tingle between my legs at the memory.
“Have you ever had a threesome?” I ask Mya.
She starts to laugh. “Oh wow, someone is hard up for sex. Now you need two dicks? One isn’t good enough?”
“Oh my God, no. Ryder’s friend was teasing me about threesomes the other night. I’m just wondering.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Have you?”
“No, I haven’t,” she answers. “Do you remember that girl I was dating freshman year? Laura? She was into that kind of shit. Group stuff, threesomes. She kept trying to convince me to create a profile for us on this app called Kink. But I don’t know, I’m a one-on-one girl. I need the intimacy. I can’t see how there could possibly be any level of intimacy with more than two people involved.”
“I don’t see it either.”
“All right. I’ve made an executive decision. We’re going to the party.” She stands up. “I need to do my hair. Go put on something sexy to seduce the enemy with.”
