Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

“What are we doing today?” I ask him, and of course Oskar takes that moment to pop up out of nowhere. “We’re going up to that drop-off.” “Can I come?” Maybe I can push Oskar off it? The leer Oskar gives me makes it clear what he’s thinking. “You don’t want to see what we’ll be doing up there.” He’s right about that. I really, really don’t. And not because of all the gay sex but because anytime Oskar gives Tripp any amount of affection, it makes me … on edge. Tripp doesn’t look like he enjoys it, and maybe that’s because he’s never been big on full-blown PDAs or because Oskar is so nonstop about it. Oskar isn’t acting all that differently toward me, but every time he touches Tripp, this little voice in my head insists he’s staking his claim. On my Tripp. I cross my arms and slump down in my seat. “You can kiss your … whatever he is. It’s not like I’ve never seen that before.” My words come out sulkier than they should. “Come on, baby,” Oskar says, hauling Tripp to his feet. “Let’s go get dressed.” Code for sex. I swear they go at it more than Ezra and Anton. I leave before they can get started, determined not to let Tripp see my disappointment at having to spend another day without him. It’s fair. I get Tripp all the time, and he barely sees Oskar. This is the way it should be. It’s fine. Normal. Nothing to be upset over.