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Asher gives me a pointed look. “Then I guess it’s the best way to make sure he follows the rules.”
All the guys know I’d never do anything to jeopardize our season, so it’s a pretty fucking good incentive.
But it’s not necessary. Because I’m nailing these thirty points.
I shoot a glance at the dartboard, quickly calculating where I need to hit. No sweat.
Crossing my arms, I meet Asher’s glittering stare with a smirk. “And if I win?”
He shrugs. “What do you want?”
“Your signed Gretzky jersey.”
His lips part for a second. Oh yeah, I went after that one. Asher and his precious collection of hockey memorabilia. It could be enough to make him bow out.
But then he sticks out his hand and says, “Done.”
I grab it, giving it a firm squeeze before turning for the dartboard.
No sex for a month. As if that could ever happen to me.
I fire the first dart with confidence, and it hits the ten, just. No problem. Only two more of those or a straight twenty.
I aim for the twenty and miss, the dart digging into the edge of the five-point space.
The guys are cheering me on like I’m competing for the world title. I grin at Liam, enjoying the way Asher’s squirming beside me, his jaw clenching so hard I can practically hear his teeth grinding together.
With a little sniff, I focus back on the board.
Okay, fifteen, where are you?
Stretching my neck, I zero my gaze onto the space I’m aiming for and let that dart fly.
And what does that fucking dart do?
It betrays me, landing off my mark by a hair and digging into the two-point section of the board.
“Holy shit, he missed.” Asher breathes the words at first, like he can’t believe this is happening, and then he lets out this thunderous roar and starts whooping in my face. “You missed, bro! You missed!”
Tipping back his head with a laugh, he starts jumping around the room while the rest of my buddies crack up laughing.
“No sex for a month. No, wait, nocumfor a month! Dude. Punishing.” Casey slaps me on the shoulder, his sympathy pretty half assed. He’s laughing so hard he has to bend over and rest his hands on his knees.
I fire a look at Liam, and even my best friend is fighting a grin.
Shit!
How the fuck did this happen?
I want to punch that grin off Asher’s face right now. Maybe throw darts into his laughing mouth and watch him choke.
But I can’t be a douche about this.
I shook, I lost, and now I’m gonna have to pay the price.
Raising my hands with a smile that’s so fake it makes my face hurt, I bob my head at Asher, who's now wiping tears from his eyes.Cheesedick.
“Nicely played, man.” Slapping his shoulder, I turn out of the room and head for the front door.
