Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

I knock loudly and shout, “Cover up, I’m coming in.” I give them a minute, then push inside. Apparently, I wasn’t loud enough, because Tripp is still fast asleep, and his hookup is staring at the door through weary eyes. “Move over,” I tell him before crawling along the middle of the bed and flopping down between them. Tripp barely stirs, so I lean right into his face, then shout his name. His hazel eyes fly wide as he shoots upright. “What the fuck, Dex?” I crack up laughing even as Tripp stares at me in shock. Then his gaze slides across to the other guy. “Fucking hell.” He turns to face-plant into his pillow. All I can see is the top of his messy red hair. “Ah, should I go?” the guy asks. “Actually, maybe you could help.” It doesn’t look like Tripp is planning to resurface anytime soon, so I settle back into the pillows and tuck my hands behind my head. “I think my girlfriend broke up with me.” The guy’s gaze flicks over my head toward Tripp, looking like he isn’t sure what to do. “It’s fine,” I tell him. “Dex Mitchale, Tripp’s bestie. This is nothing I haven’t seen before.” “Okay …” He adjusts the sheets around his waist and gets comfortable again. “Austin.” “You were our server last night, right?” “Yup. So, this girlfriend. Why do you only think she broke up with you? Isn’t that kind of thing obvious?” “She said to call her when I grow up or whatever. So does that mean it’s over for now? Or we’re still together and she wants me to fix my shit before she comes back?” H...