Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

“Where are you rushing off to?” Ezra asks. “If I’d known this place was going to be a fuckfest, I would have at least brought noise-canceling headphones.” Anton goes to say something, but Ezra elbows him and says, “We’re taking one of the boats out. Want to come?” “It depends.” “On?” Ezra asks. “Can you drown me while we’re out there?” “I’m sure it can be arranged. Just don’t struggle, okay? Then I’ll feel bad.” “Wow.” So desperate to spend time with me, he’s considering murder. “If Anton hadn’t already said he didn’t share, I’d think you two were coming onto me.” Ezra laughs, but Anton’s still watching me. “Are you okay, Dex?” Oh no. He had to go and ask that, didn’t he? I’m fine, totally fine, but the second he hits me with that question, my throat gets thick and my eyes start to get all wet. I try to push it all down and remind myself that I’m happy for Tripp. If he’s happy, I’m happy. That’s how we work. “Yes,” I squeak. “Well, I’m convinced,” Ezra says. “Anton, help me get the life vests?” I hang my head back on a groan. “No. You two aren’t leaving me to go and fuck too. Doesn’t anyone want to spend time with me on this trip?” “We’ve done nothing but spend time with you,” Ezra points out. “Gotta be honest here, Dex, I’m having a whole lot less sex than I thought I’d be.” And I’m spending a lot less time with my best friend than I thought I’d be. As that thought crosses my mind though, I push it away. There I go being selfish again. I wasn’t supposed to be here, so I...