They can try to take away our rights.
They can try to take away our voices.
But they’ll never be able to take away the love in our hearts.
Don’t let them extinguish it.
Keep fighting.
“Would you put your dick away?”
I smirk as I whip my team captain in the ass with my towel. “What’s the matter, Big Man? You jealous that your dick isn’t as big as mine?”
Alexander points his index finger at me. “First of all, my wife is the only one who gets to call meBig Man. Secondly, my dick is bigger.”
Jason, our defenseman, arches a brow as he laces up his sneakers on the bench. “Bigger thanthat? How is Aarya walking around right now?”
Alex grins. “With a limp.”
I toss my head back and laugh. I love seeing my best friend so happy. It’s been a long time coming, and Alex’s new wife is to thank for that. Even though the only reason they’re married is to secure his family villa in Italy, they’re so gone for each other, it’s obvious to everyone but them. So, I’ll let him think whatever he wants as long as it keeps that smile on his face. He’s been through a lot, and he deserves to be happy.
But for the record, my dick is bigger.
“Where are we going tonight?” I bend forward and pull on my sweatpants. “We have another win to celebrate.”
Alex is the first one to shake his head. “I’m going home so I can tuck Giuls in before bed.”
“I’m heading home too.” Trenton, our goalie, grins. “Cassidy is working on a new scene for her next book, and she’s going to need someone to act it out with. You know, for research purposes.”
I groan. “Come on. We haven’t been out together in a while.”
“I’ll come out for a drink or two.” Jason rubs the back of his neck. “But I’m not up for one of your wild and crazy nights, if that’s what you’re looking for.”
“This is bullshit,” I grumble.
All of my best friends are wifed-up, and don’t want to go out anymore. Not that I can blame them. If I had someone waiting for me—ortwosomeone’s, like Jason—I’d be running home to them too.
Sometimes it feels like that day will never come for me.
Jason is the perfect person to be around tonight. He found not one but two women to fall in love with, who also love each other just as much. The three of them have been best friends since high school, and last year they finally admitted their feelings for one another and decided to make it official.
If his wives can fall in love with a mananda woman, then there has to be hope for me too, right?
After we clear out of the locker room, Jason and I head to the pub, a chill local spot near the arena. None of the tourists know about this little hole in the wall, so we never get bothered for autographs or pictures.
But all my chill goes out the window when I spot some of the Philly players from tonight’s game sitting in a booth across the room when we walk in.
“Fuck,” Jason mutters. “Want to go somewhere else?”
I shake my head, making a beeline to the bar. “Nope. This is our town. They can leave if they feel uncomfortable.”
And they should. We handed them their asses tonight.
“You gonna behave?” Jason asks.
I grunt, locking eyes with Chance Kellerman, their team’s winger. “Maybe.”
Kellerman’s jaw tics right before he averts that dark and stormy gaze of his.