A Major Puck Up (The Revenge Games, #3)

by Brittanee Nicole

“Your beard is gray,” I say, and that little dig makes me feel a modicum better. God, I am grumpy. “And your face is ugly. Let’s not point out obvious facts.”

“He has a point. You’ve been telling me about Princess Peaches for a long time.” “Just Peaches. Princess Peach is from the Super Mario game,”

“How do you feel about tequila?” “Makes my clothes fall off, but I’m not opposed,” I tease.

“It’s not about what you’ll do to me. It’s what I’m going to do to you.” I lean in until my lips brush the shell of her ear. “I’m going to lay you out on this bar, and then I’m going to pull off your panties and drink right from the tap.”

Holy shit. My dad’s best friend is tongue-fucking me on a bar top in the middle of Boston.

“Will you tell me your name now?” “I rather like Peaches.”

For now, I just want to see him smile at me for a little while longer. And I want to bring him the kind of joy he’s brought me for the last few hours. “So tell me, Coach, how do you feel about blow jobs?”

I fucked Millie Hall. I fucked my best friend’s daughter. So many times. Fuck. I took my best friend’s daughter’s virginity. Holy shit.

“Falling in love with you was the easiest thing I’ve ever done. It wasn’t a choice. It wasn’t calculated. It took absolutely zero thought or effort on my part. Because you’re you. The sweetheart who made me smile and reminded me that I still had a whole lot of life to live. You make me want to live a thousand more years, and you make me feel far younger than my knees would have you believe.”

“I haven’t touched you in 461 days. Please get the fuck over here and let me hold you.”

Yes, I’m fucking jealous. I’m jealous of anyone who gets to spend time with you. I’m jealous of my own goddamn sister because she gets to see your beautiful face every damn day. I’m jealous of your shadow because it gets to be where you are. So yeah, I’m jealous of whoever this Gabe is because he just got to have dinner with you.

I probably shouldn’t be staring at my father’s best friend’s dick while I stand next to my father, but seriously, he’s sex on a stick. I have to lick my lips to hold back the drool.

“Are you going to kiss me now? I’ve been a good girl.” “You are anything but a good girl.” “Mmm. True, but don’t lie; you like it.”

“You’re a tease, Millie Hall. A brat. I’m not supposed to want you or crave every little fucking thing about you, but I can’t stop myself.” My heart pangs in my chest at the admission. “I can’t force myself to put my friendship with your father first. It’s impossible to think of you as his daughter when the only thing you’ll ever really be now that I’ve been inside you is mine.”

But Millie isn’t a risk; she’s my future.

“Viviane,” I say softly, swiping my thumb gently against the fabric of her peach outfit. My mind is at war with my heart, because what are the fucking chances…? “Hi, baby girl. I—” I clear the emotion from my throat. “I’m your—dad.”

“Ms. Hall, we will not be eating together. We are not friends. You are here to take care of my daughter. That’s it. I have to leave for the arena by seven a.m. most days. Normally Vivi comes with me, but I’ve been told wearing my daughter while coaching grown men on the ice isn’t the most responsible thing, so I’m trusting you to take care of her until I get home. Then you’ll be relieved of your duties, and you can go hang out with friends or your brother. Really anyone but me.”

“Vivi girl, got a new nanny, Vivi girl, she’s pretty fancy, She’s Hall’s twin, and she calls him Danny Don’t call her baby, or my brother will flip Vivi girl, you’re going to be Oh ah, the happiest girl”

“Uncle Gav, are you as excited about this sleepover as I am? I brought my Spiderman sleeping bag, my toothbrush, seven bags of popcorn for movie night, orange soda, Hector, my blue shirt, and my John Cena shorts so we can wrestle later.”

The Single Dad’s Survival Guide. I’m already taking out my pen, knowing the note I’ll be jotting in the margin and underlining three times: Don’t Fuck The Nanny.

“Just pay attention to the little things. He still keeps a piece of you close to him. He’s not over you. And if you’re here to prove to him that you’re all-in, then you’re doing exactly what you should be doing.”

“So punish me,” she taunts. “Spank me, bite me, fucking devour me. But don’t shut me out.” She rolls her hips. “Don’t deny me. I can’t⁠—”

“My girl need it rough?” I nod and tug at his hair. “Yes, please.”

“Your dreams are my dreams. All I’ve ever wanted is for you to discover what those dreams are.

“Thank you.” “For what?” “For being here. For believing in me when I didn’t.” Her freckles get lost among a pretty pink blush. “For caring.”

“You’re gonna wake up, right, Peaches? Vivi and I need you.”

“The paperwork came through this afternoon. We’re Vivi’s parents. It’s official. You’re her mom.”