Page 38 of Pucks and Coffee

Fear burns deep in my soul, but I push it down. I’ll just make sure to lock the door. He won’t come in. I look away quickly and then notice that what takes up the most space in the room is the massive glassed-in shower with a bench to sit on.

I could ride Coleson as water poured down on us.

Not that I will.

But I could.

I push aside that thought and see a basket placed beside the toilet with all kinds of feminine products. How thoughtful. There is even a vase of roses by the sink. That’s super sweet. I move out into the living room, where he has a huge sectional and a massive TV hanging on the wall. The kitchen is small, with only an island to eat at, but it has all the best equipment.

Then there is the bed.

Where I’ll sleep next to Coleson.

The gray comforter on the king-size bed ties the space together. Loads of pillows are piled on top, and in front of the bed is a basket with a stack of throw blankets inside. Night tables sit on either side of the bed, but one is newer than the other. I can tell because it still has a tag on it. Surely he didn’t go out and buy it for me. But I have a feeling he did.

“If there is anything else I don’t have that you want, I’ll get it right away. Just make me a list,” he says from where he’s leaning on the kitchen island. I look over my shoulder at him. I bite my lip as I nod, still taking in the apartment. “If you don’t like something, we can change it too.”

His kindness is overwhelming and only makes me feel worse for the things my family said.

He’s a slut.

He’s going to hurt you.

He doesn’t even know how to be a decent person, let alone a husband.

Why are you helping him?

This is why. Coleson is kind, he is good, and I know that deep in my soul. Helping him isn’t a burden; it’s a pleasure because I know he won’t intentionally hurt me. They don’t know him like I’ve come to know him. They’re focusing solely on the rumors and not who he is inside. I want to know all of him and more. But most of all, I want my family to accept him. I don’t know how I’m going to accomplish that, but I know it’ll happen. He’ll charm them, I’m sure he will, and he’ll prove he’s not the person they’ve assumed he is.

“It’s really nice, Coleson. Thank you.”

It pleases me when his face flushes, but when he sends me a shy smile, his dimples appearing, I’m breathless. God, he’s beautiful. I want to climb him, kiss his mouth, and run my fingers through his hair. I want his hands all over me. Touching me, squeezing me, making me his. Heat rushes through me and goes directly between my legs. I press my lips together and look away, wishing like hell he didn’t have that effect on me. The smart thing would be to ignore this burning desire he causes and treat him as a roommate.

But I want him.

“I’m glad you’re happy with everything. But really, let me know if you want anything else or if you want me to change something.”

I nod. My pussy is throbbing, and while I know I should ignore her to unpack, I can’t help my need to feel something other than hurt. I am so upset with my family, and I don’t want to feel that any longer. I want to feel all the things that Coleson can give me. Can I tell him that? Should I make the move? I could just get naked and hope he takes the hint. Let’s be honest; the attraction between us is intense, and I know he’ll be on me before my panties hit the floor. I’ve been honest from the top. I know what I want, and I want him. I can tell him that and know he’ll take care of me.

Licking my lips, I let my eyes go a bit heavy-lidded as I look back at him. I channel my inner seductress and pray she gives me the confidence I need. “So?—”

“Oh! I forgot your present.”

My eyes widen, and excitement coils in my stomach. “Present?”

“Yeah,” he says with a sly grin. He goes to the new night table and opens the drawer. He pulls out a pink velvet box, and I cock my head. What the hell did he get me? A ring?! Did he buy me a ring? I can’t even!

He comes toward me, and his grin widens as his eyes meet mine. Heat swirls deep in those bright-blue eyes, and gone is the excitement, replaced by desire. He holds the box out to me, and I take it, surprised by how heavy it is. I glance up at him through my lashes, entranced by how he is watching me. His eyes are dark, hooded, and intent on me. My hands shake a bit as I lift the top, and when I see what’s inside, I blink.

“You got me a vibrator?” I ask, meeting his gaze.

He nods, visibly proud of himself. “Yeah, I know you want to come daily, and this will do it for you.”

I narrow my eyes. “I wanted you to make me come.”

I don’t miss the way his hands fist at his sides or how his jaw tightens. His voice is rough as he answers, “I will with this. I figured you can use it, and I can watch if you want and guide you through it. I don’t know that it’s a good idea for me to use my hands or tongue on you.”

My knees go weak at the thought of his tongue on me. “So, you won’t touch me?”

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