Page 56 of Hockey Boy
I foldup my grandmother’s letter again and stick it in my purse as Millie steps out of the dressing room to a chorus ofoh my gods.
My heart aches at the sight of her. Millie Hall was meant to be a bride. She’s more beautiful than every one of those brides my grandmother and I saw in Positano. Millie is only trying on wedding dresses, makeup free and her curly hair pulled up in a bun, and yet she outshines even my most bittersweet memories.
“This isthe one,” Sara squeals as Liv, Beckett’s wife, fixes the train. The sight of the three of them chatting has my throat burning. Each one is married or engaged to one of Aiden’s brothers, and they’re incredibly close, just like the guys are.
Millie only invited the three of us today. She said her mother would only make it about her. I’m proud of her for knowing her boundaries and implementing them when it comes to the toxic people in her life. I’ve been keeping my parents at arm’s length for years, yet Millie seems more at peace with her decision than I’ve ever been with mine. Maybe I’m still hoping that one day, my mother will change. That she’ll be more like my grandmother—a woman who cared more about me than what I could do for her.
I’m here because I’m Millie’s wedding planner, but I wish she’d invited me because I was truly one of the Langfield girls like Sara and Liv. Isn’t that a crazy thought, though? They’ve been nothing but inclusive, and yet I’m on the outside, harboring this sense of longing that makes me want to cry.
“Hockey Daddy is going to lose his mind when he sees you,” I say, standing up and swallowing all my insecurities.
Liv laughs. “Hockey Daddy?”
“You don’t call Beckett Baseball Daddy?” I tease.
Sara and Liv fall into fits of giggles.
“Could you even imagine?” Sara shakes her head.
Liv twists her lips to the side, her dark eyes dancing. “He prefers Mr. Langfield in the bedroom.”
“Oh my god!” Sara screams.
A maniacal laugh bubbles out of me, and Millie shakes with laughter in her gorgeous dress.
Liv merely shrugs. I love how obsessed Beckett is with her. Like me, she’s got curves for days and if anyone so much as glances at Liv’s, the man looks ready to tear their eyes out.
“What about you, Sar? Does Brookie have a preferred name?” I tease. “Maybe glitter dick?”
Her eyes gleam in challenge. “I don’t know,Lex. Have you taken Aiden’s bedazzled appendage for a ride yet?”
Asshole, using not only Aiden’s nickname for me but also taunting me over what has now become my obsession. A bunch of the guys on the team have sparkly peens, and it’s killing me not knowing whether that includes Aiden.
Though trepidation over what’s going on between Aiden and me swirls with curiosity over the peen situation, I sniff and play it cool. “We’re brand-spanking new, and I’m not a hussy, so no, I haven’t seen Aiden’s anything yet.”
Sara eyes me. “He gave you an orgasm, though, didn’t he?”
I suck in a harsh breath.What the fuck?
“With his fingers.” She beams, so damn proud of herself.
Squealing, Millie bounces, the fabric of her dress rustling. “Oh my god, she’s using your magic against you.”
She most certainly is. How, though? I possess a special talent that involves sensing the details of my friends’ sex lives. It’s weird, but I’m irrationally proud of it and annoyed that Sara has turned it on me.
“In public,” she adds in a damning tone.
That bitch.
Liv laughs. “What is happening?”
Sara tosses her blond hair proudly. “Oh, just giving my bestie a taste of her own medicine. Was I right?”
With a roll of my eyes, I look away.
“Oh my god, she was? Tell us everything,” Millie prods, hopping off the raised platform in front of the mirror.
And that’s how I end up telling the three Langfield girls (that’s what I’ve nicknamed them, so deal with it) the story of how Aiden gave me the best orgasm of my life and then refused to let me return the favor.