Page 55 of The Pucking Grump

But I hold on to her wrist, pulling her roughly toward me. Faye gasps as I wrap my arms around her.

This, I realize, is what I’ve been missing. This is the reason why I’ve been so on edge lately. It’s not because of the media’s frequent calls, my teammates’ taunts, or even the confusion I have to endure.

I would go through all of that again, hell, even more, if it means I get to end the day with her in my arms.

“I’m a jackass,” I breathe into the smooth skin of her neck. I’ve never been one for apologies, but it feels like the easiest thing to do when she’s this close. Almost as easy as admitting my real feelings. “Not seeing you has driven me up the wall.”

I can hear Faye breathing harshly, probably trying to let go of her hurt. Or maybe she’s reacting to my hard on pressed up against her stomach.

“I get it,” she mutters.

Her agreeing with me is everything I need right now. She doesn’t even need to tell me that she’s been driven up the wall too. I just know.

Tilting her chin up to mine, I kiss her until we’re both breathless. She melts into me, her arms going around my neck, pulling me closer. I’m smearing her lipstick over her face, ruining what looks like hours of makeup, but I don’t care. And I love the fact that she doesn’t mind it either, even if she’s going to be appearing on stage soon.

Appearing on stage soon . . . in front of all of those people, all of whom are desperate to have a piece of her.

A crazy surge of possessiveness wells up in me. I can’t have her all to myself for the next few hours, damn it, but I’m going to have as much of her as I can right now.

I begin to kiss her again, my hands cupping her ass beneath the short sequined jumpsuit. Faye moans as I squeeze her.

“My stylists,” she groans. “They’re just outside that door.”

“Perfect,” I whisper in her ear. The thought of people hearing me as I claim her has never been more alluring.

I hoist her in my arms. Faye surrenders willingly, not uttering another word of protest. I look around for a comfortable spot, but all I see are racks of clothes and makeup products. Suppressing a frustrated growl, I march to the dressing table and deposit her on it, right in front of the bulb-studded mirror. The light hurts my eyes, but I hardly notice the pain.

Faye looks up at me, her cheeks pink and her face full of need. I’m drawn to her like a magnet, pushing myself into the space between her thighs, feeling her outfit for a zipper or a button.

“Wait,” she mutters. She shrugs off the jumpsuit from the top, wiggling so it peels off her body and gathers at her waist. She pulls it down the rest of the way with her hands.

In a few seconds, I’m staring at Faye Strummer, naked in her dressing room and practically begging for me to fuck her.

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UPSTAGING THE PERFORMANCE

Isettle my gaze on her breasts, just the right size to fit into my palms perfectly. My dick is straining hard against my pants, and I swear I’m going to burst a blood vessel soon.

But even with how much her body drives me insane, I feel the strangest sense of peace envelope me. I don’t know what she has done to me, but I’m only going to be alright if I get access to her a few times a week.

Make that every day, I correct myself, as her nipples bead under my watch.

I step forward, pushing a finger between her thighs. Faye lets out a trembling moan when I brush past her clitoris and into her.

“Not even wearing panties,” I mutter, already getting harder at the thought of her performing wearing nothing else but that sequined mess. “Looks like you were waiting for me.”

Her cheeks turn brick red with embarrassment. Still, Faye rests her gaze on me as she mutters, “Kevin mentioned that he might see if you could come for the show. So, I thought . . . during intermission . . .”

She doesn’t complete her statement, but she doesn’t need to.

She was hoping I’d come and bang her halfway during her show. And she prepared for it.

That admission feels better than a thousand orgasms.

I reach for the band of my sweatpants, desperate to lose myself in her, but Faye gets there first. She strips me expertly, and I’m standing with my briefs and pants bunched around my knees. Her slender fingers wrap around my dick as she starts to stroke me.

“Faye,” I choke out, somehow managing not to double over from the pleasure. “As much as I enjoy the idea of you giving me a blowjob while your staff waits for you, I’m going to explode if I’m not inside you in the next second.”

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