Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

I pass Oskar walking out. “Tripp’s, ah, having a post-sex nap. Leave him. He hasn’t been getting much sleep lately, if you get what I mean.” He winks like somehow the innuendo wasn’t clear. “Right.” I walk down the hall to the bedrooms, and right before I reach Tripp’s door, I glance back over my shoulder to find Oskar watching me. “I’m going,” I say, stalking to my room and slamming the door behind me. It’s almost like Oskar doesn’t want me around Tripp, which is so damn stupid because we can both make him happy. That’s it. I don’t care what they’re doing this afternoon, I’ll be doing it with them. If they’re having sex, I’ll … I dunno, cheer from the sidelines or something. We can go for a walk, or a hike, or … anything. I don’t want to stop them from spending time together, but Oskar can’t stop me from spending time with Tripp as well. I give it five minutes before I creep back out again, and thankfully, Tripp’s watchdog is gone. I have no idea where he is, so feeling like a ninja, I dart to Tripp’s door and duck inside, holding my breath that Oskar isn’t in there. And judging by the lump under Tripp’s covers, it’s only him. Finally. I cross to the bed, lift the covers, and climb in, snuggling into his side. Tripp shoves me. “Oskar, I said don’t touch me.” “Oskar?” His eyes snap open. “Dex, ah … yeah. Umm, couple rule. He, umm, overheats and is sweaty, and it’s gross sleeping against him. He also farts like crazy.” “Aw … you save your snuggles for me?” It makes ...