Page 25 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

Enid

*my precious gif*

Tally

Cammie, does this mean an update is coming tonight?

Chase

Probably. But we’re doing some research first.

Cammie

Why not just tell everyone we’re having sex, Chase?

Mac laughs and shakes his head while I bite my lips together and fight to stay quiet.

Tally

We already knew you were having sex.

Gage

You know if Flip underperforms and you kick him to the curb, I’m here as a rebound, Tally.

Tally

I’ll tell him you said that.

Gage

Please don’t. That was a joke and I don’t want to die.

Brody

Mac? Bro? Are you alive? Wings?

Mac

Depends on how long you’re there. Maybe in an hour or two?

Brody

You bringing your girlfriend?

Fee

I could be persuaded.

I peek out to find Mac smiling at his phone.

Brody

See you in a while. Gage and I will probably already be on wing bucket two by the time you arrive.

Mac slides his phone back into his pocket, grabs his stick and hooks a puck, then starts running drills. I don’t understand why he’s out here practicing alone. Brody never says no to ice time, and Gage is the same about hockey.

Mac takes a shot on net, but it goes wide. He slaps his stick on the ice and skates back to the pile of pucks, starting again. God, he looks good out there on the ice, all broad shoulders and thick thighs and an ass that never quits. Plus all that focused intensity.