Page 93 of Pucking Revenge

I nod, blowing out a relieved breath that she isn’t focusing on the fact that I haven’t touched a woman since I met her.

And, well, a fuck ton longer than that.

“And Aiden and Tyler?”

“Yeah, we’re idiots. I know.” Despite how ridiculously sideways that night went, the memory of it is damn entertaining. “War and I had to, since we wouldn’t give up our truths. Fucking Aiden did it because he doesn’t like to be left out.”

“Holy shit! You’ve got a bejeweled penis! The whole team has fancy peens!” she shouts.

With a chuckle, I slap a hand to her mouth. “Remember how I said it was a secret?”

She nods beneath my palm, so I remove it. Though I take advantage of the moment and drop a kiss to her lips.

“Have you seen theirs?” she whispers, her eyes the size of saucers.

I scoff and give her a grin. “We all shower together, Sar.”

“Oh my God.” She palms her forehead and groans. “That is so not an image I needed.”

“Are you picturing all of us showering together now?”

She nods, her lip pulled between her teeth again. “And your bedazzled penises.”The words are barely out of her mouth when she falls against me and cackles.

“Stop talking about my cock like it’s a Lisa Frank art project.” I squeeze her tight, holding in my own laugh and relishing the heat of her body against me.

She snorts, and her skates slip on the ice. “I can’t.”

“You’re picturing them colored now, aren’t you?”

She’s laughing so hard she can’t breathe.

I heft her a little higher, because with every laugh, she slides a little closer to the ground. “Fuck, Sar.”

“I’m sorry.” At this point, tears are streaming down her face.

She blows out an exaggerated breath and swipes at them. “Wait, you can’t have sex after getting pierced. For, like, a while.”

I squint at her. “You been looking this up?”

Without shame, she nods. She doesn’t even look away.

Now that she’s mostly calm, I take off again, pulling her with me and keeping my speed slow.

I probably don’t want to know why she was researching care instructions for dick piercings, but I’m irrationally happy that she’s curious rather than freaked out about it.

“The website I found said you couldn’t have sex for quite a while.”

“You worried ’bout having sex with me, Pumpkin?”

Her cheeks go rosy, and she stumbles forward. I pull her against my chest and bring us to a complete stop again. “Relax, I got it done last year. Completely healed now.”

“Right,” she breathes, avoiding eye contact all of a sudden. “And you don’t have sex during the season.”

That tongue of hers peeks out, sliding along her bottom lip, and I swear she moves in closer, her chest brushing mine as she inhales. Finally, she tilts her chin, and for a second, I get lost in her eyes. They’re my favorite color, the lightest of blues, the color of ice.

Caressing her cheek with my thumb, I brush my lips against hers. “For you, I could make an exception.”

Her eyes flare with heat, the ice of her irises suddenly a flickering blue flame. “I definitely think you should.” Her flirty tone has the last bit of my control snapping. I push her back against the glass and kiss the hell out of her. Just like every time I touch her like this, I forget where we are. I forget that anyone but the two of us exists. That we might not be alone. And I get lost in Sara.

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