All Chapters of Pucking Around with Fate: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerKhyle didn't fault himself one single bit as he watched Gunner absolutely lose his mind over some random road trip photos with a sense of vindicated satisfaction.It occurred to him, at some point after his blistering embarrassment at the hands of their inebriated enforcer, that Gunner was hell-bent on hanging out with him tonight. Because he really had grown to like him. And the result of that could only be bad for Khyle.Gunner could be dangerously affectionate. It was a well known fact.Why else would he be sitting beside him close enough to pass them both off as Siamese twins?But he still couldn't figure out his deal with Shane. Gunner had occasional bouts of stupidity which had him throwing barbs at his teammates like it was his second job, and Shane was no exception. But he'd really been going at him tonight. Almost like he was jealous.But that couldn't be, said Khyle's very sound mind. It was more likely that because he and Gunner had stopped hangi

POV: GunnerKhyle excused himself again, Gunner giving him ample room to get out. Again. Apparently, when he drank, he peed.Kensei used that time to move in. He leaned low and close. When he spoke, it was so quiet that Gunner nearly had to read his lips."I know that look."Gunner frowned, honestly confused."What look?""Like somebody's treading on your territory." After a truly stolid stare from Gunner, he tried another metaphorical hammer tap. "Planting seeds in your garden."This roused the enforcer from his stupor, and he shifted around in his seat, shoulders hunching as he huddled forward, crowding himself down and around his drink in an attempt to simultaneously become invisible and whisper-scream at Kensei to shut his mouth."Could you sound any gayer?" he chuffed, more rattled than Kensei had expected of him. More rattled, actually, than Gunner had expected of himself. He was a little drunk, obviously. "Why should I care who Santos talks to?"Kensei's smile spread like a war

POV: Dual, Khyle and GunnerAnd then you had Khyle, didn't you? Once upon a time, not so long ago, Jordan Crawford had blown Gunner off in favor of pursuing the orange-haired little pain in his neck. And still, to this day, Gunner did not know how that had turned out. He'd heard something in passing, but, at the time, he'd refused to believe anything other than the farce he'd seen in the hallway. Khyle accepting a night out, or in, with Jordan Crawford. But it was obvious that bit of gossip wasn't actually true. Khyle had flat out denied it from the start.Gunner could see it now that his mind wasn't so clogged with that boiling anger. Khyle Santos actually turned her down. But why? Who would do that? Unless they already had a serious relationship. He knew that wasn't the case. Or he thought he did. Khyle was pretty private. And he always had this feel to him that he was keeping a secret. Something Gunner took notice of only in passing because he was no nosy-parker.People had secrets

POV: GunnerGunner: Yo. Don't look over here.Of course she did. But it was quick and subtle. He smirked in appreciation at her sender ID.Gunner: Do me a favor.LetMeWreckYourBalls: What makes you think I would do you any favors, Grim?Because you can't stop thinking about me.Hardly.Because you loved riding my dick.I appreciated your dick. But I'll need more than a fun memory to go on.Because I'm asking nicely.Are you?Please.That's what I like to hear. No promises. What do you need?Don't brush Shane off.Gunner looked up as he hit send. He anticipated the mile-deep pause between texts as she stared at the screen like he'd texted in a foreign language.Why would I want to do that?He's got a big personality. And he's earnest as hell.Jordan's lips twitched, like she was fighting a laugh.And so are you.Would I lie to you?Yes.Gunner frowned. He wasn't really a liar. Shane acted earnest. That was close enough. He looked up at her and smirked.Always liked you for your brains.

POV: Dual, Gunner and KhyleThey'd all recovered. Young, fun, and able to rebound physically and financially from late, expensive nights of celebration. And after a day off to relax and catch up with their personal lives, they were back to the icy grind.The team's star rookie lifted his head just in time to see their own feared enforcer appear in the locker room doorway. Feared by most. Khyle couldn't help the knowing smirk that grew when he saw him. Shane had left him a small novel's worth of texts some time in the pre-dawn hours of the previous morning, loaded with information about his date with Jordan that Khyle absolutely did not need to know.But Shane had openly relayed one detail about his date with his goddess that Khyle did find interesting. The Reaper's own cold-hearted, part-time enforcer and full-time playboy had done a solid for someone. Not Khyle's words at all. The team had come up with that, because Shane had texted just about everyone on it. And so now they knew tha