“You guys like this song?” Kirk asks.
“Yeah. It was our pump-up song it in the locker room during the playoffs the first year that we won the Stanley Cup,” I say. “It’s our good luck jam.”
He laughs as Del and I make a beeline for the dance floor. We dance with the rest of the guys on the team and sing along to the lyrics. Around us, people take photos and selfies with us.
When the song ends, we head back to the table and order food. We’re almost done eating when all our phones buzz. There’s a message in the group text that we have with the ladies.
Stopped by our favorite local sex shop and stocked up on some naughty stuff.
My eyes go wide when I see the photos of vibrators, dildos, lube, sexy panties, and more.
All the guys are staring at their phone screens.
“Well, fuck,” Xander mutters.
“Yeah. Holy shit,” Theo says.
Another text.
Meet us at Spanky’s to buy us a bottle of champagne and maybe we’ll show you guys everything we bought.
The guys stand up, throw cash on the table, and start to leave.
I chuckle. Theo pats my shoulder. “Admit it. You’re eager to see your wife’s sexy toy haul too.”
“Oh, definitely,” I say through a chuckle.
I instantly feel guilty. Ellie and I aren’t together for real, so it’s not my business the kind of sex toys she buys…but I can’t help but be curious about what she likes. I’m not going to make her show me what she bought though. That feels weird.
When we walk into Spanky’s, the ladies are already there, sitting at our usual table near the back.
I clock the crimson red shopping bags on the table. I sit down next to Ellie, who’s downing a glass of water.
I eye her bag, which is the biggest one on the table.
I grin. “Went buckwild on your shopping spree, huh?”
She nods, her smile tight and her cheeks flushed.
“So what did you guys get up to?” Ingrid asks.
“Xander meant to take us to a hot dog place, but we ended up at a gay club instead,” Del says.
The ladies all burst out laughing. When Xander explains how the mix-up happened, they laugh even harder.
“It was a fun time though,” I say. “We met some cool fans and took some photos. We even danced a little.”
The ladies raise their glasses of champagne to us.
Del gazes focuses on his fiancée. “Show me your haul.”
Each couple turns to each other as the girls show their guys what they got.
I lean my mouth close to Ellie’s ear so only she can hear. “You don’t have to show me.”
Her expression eases. She looks relieved.
“Thanks. I just…I’m pretty private about this stuff,” she says quietly.
