Ryker flicks a card at me. “Fuck off,” he mutters.
“I’m not interested in watching a stranger get naked in front of me,” Sam says.
Del shakes his head. “Hell, no.”
“Nope,” Xander says. Blomdahl shakes his head in solidarity.
I let out an annoyed groan-laugh. And this is why I’m never, ever,evergetting married. Or getting into a serious relationship.
Because it makes you boring as fuck.
Don’t get me wrong, I respect the shit out of my teammates. They’re all older than me—in their late twenties and thirties. They’re all incredible hockey players. I’ve learned so much playing alongside them for the past two seasons. They motivate me to play harder than I ever have, and together we’ve brought home two Stanley Cups in a row.
When it comes to hockey, they’re who I look up to. They’re who I go to for advice on training and playing and how to handle the ups and downs of life as a professional hockey player.
But when it comes to relationships, it’s a different story.
They’re all engaged, and over the next two months, they’re all getting married. And I’ll attend each of their weddings and celebrate with them because they’re my friends and teammates, and I’m genuinely happy for them. I know all of their fiancées, and they’re all cool as hell.
But just the thought of spending the rest of my life with only one person makes me want to run for the hills. No fucking way.
Because I’ve seen what being married leads to.
I think of my parents, and my stomach churns.
It’s why I’ve never had a relationship. Why I only ever have hookups and fuck buddies.
I’m only interested in the fun stuff—sex and hanging out, nothing more. Nothing that would lead to me catching feelings and getting my heart broken.
Because I know exactly how bad things get when that happens.
The doorbell rings again, and I push aside that ugly feeling.
No more thinking about that. Not when I’ve got a lame-ass bachelor party to liven up.
I’m walking to my front door when my phone buzzes with a text, then another, and another.
I stop and do a quick skim of the messages, grinning at the names lighting up my screen.
Tiffany:Hey, stud. Free tomorrow night? My roommate’s out of town, so I have the whole place to myself. We can be as loud as we want.
Brittany:You broke my bed frame the last time you came over. You owe me ;)
Nadia:I bought some new see-through lingerie. Wanna help me try it on?
My dick twitches in my pants, and I make a mental note to text them all later after the bachelor party.
Who needs relationships when you have this? Beautiful women who are down for a good time, who don’t care about labels or commitment, who are only interested in having the filthiest kind of fun.
Yeah, I know what that makes me sound like. A douchebag. And a manwhore.
I don’t care. I’d rather be both of those than someone who ends up broken and bitter after putting their heart on the line for a person who wasn’t worth it.
“When you answer the door, tell her we’re not interested,” Del says.
“Not gonna happen, dude,” I say.
“Maybe we can pay her to leave,” Sam says.
