Page 4 of Pucks and Books

Eliza is a beautiful girl too, but she’s smaller than I like. I don’t enjoy the fear of breaking a girl with my cock. I need someone hearty, someone who can handle each rough thrust I intend to deliver. I’d break Eliza. She’s little, no curves. But Lou? Lord, she has so many curves and dips that I’d ignore every traffic sign warning me of just that and drive full force into her.

Yup, I really need to go.

“Maybe if you were a little more optimistic, then you wouldn’t be so stabby.”

Lou sends her sister a dark look, but she must have noticed me out of the corner of her eye. She whips her hazel gaze at me, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open in the perfect O before she sputters, “How long have you been there?”

Oh, she’d choke on my cock, but I’d welcome it.

Jesus Christ, I need to get out of here.

CHAPTER 3

Louisa

Stabby?

Yup, I’m going to stab my sister.

I can’t look away, despite my embarrassment and not knowing what this intruder has heard. I watch as he lifts himself from the chair, and confidence rolls off him in waves. He stands to his full height, massive, and tucks his hands into the front pocket of his black hoodie. I could assume the hoodie is just big on him, but I’m pretty sure that thickness is all him. I bet he’s corded with muscles, and by the look of his thighs in his jeans, I think I’m right. But none of that matters when his cornflower-blue eyes meet mine. It’s almost like he’s trying to hide his features with his hood up, but nothing can hide the hard lines of his jaw or the plumpness of his top lip.

Especially when he grins.

Oh, the sun has nothing on the shine from that smile. His teeth are bright white and straight, a stark contrast to the dark hair on his jaw. His eyes settle on me, and heat spreads through me like lava, straight to my pussy, making my clit throb for him. I curl my toes up under myself tighter, squeezing my thighs together as he heads for the back door. I feel as if he isn’t going to answer me, but then his lips quirk.

“Long enough to know that we are both fans of pomegranates.”

My body goes cold, and I cut my gaze to my sister as she holds a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and full of laughter. I should probably climb in this box and die with the dragon fantasy novel I just received, but I look back in his direction, only to see him slip out the door with not even a second glance. I gawk at his exit and then look back at my sister.

“Did you know he was here?”

She shrugs, feigning innocence. “I saw him come in, but then your gentleman caller came rushing down the stairs?—”

“He saw that?!”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

I stare at her, my heart pounding. “He probably thinks I’m a whore.”

She ignores my whining and walks over to where he was sitting. She reaches for the book on the end table and holds it up. While it’s an oldie, it’s packed with the kinkiest sex I’ve ever read. My jaw drops, and she snorts. “Our rather massive, pomegranate-eating guy may be a bit of a whore too.”

I gasp. “He was reading that?”

“Yeah, for the last hour.”

“What!” I holler, my eyes widen. “Here?”

“No, somewhere else,” she says dryly. “Yes, here, Lou!”

How was that man here, and I didn’t even know it? “That’s weird. Right? Odd?”

“Not really,” she says, putting the book away. “He’s here every Tuesday and Thursday.”

“Huh?” Surely I would have noticed. But if he came in the back, I wouldn’t have. I’m always at the desk unless I’m stocking books. “Are you serious?”

“Totally serious. He doesn’t talk, doesn’t buy, just reads. In this spot.”

“Something isn’t computing here.”

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