Page 97 of Pucking Revenge

Despite the way my body thrums with desire, my chest aches with affection too. I like that I’m the first person he’s experiencing these things with. That he’s worried about being too rough because he truly doesn’t know. I like experimenting together, but more than anything, I feel protective of him.

He’s worried about hurting me, but what he doesn’t know is that I like my sex rough. And I have a feeling that even though we all call him Saint, there’s a wicked part of him that’s been dying to come out.

Brooks has more restraint than most, but with this new information about his virginity, I’d bet just about anything that once he gets a taste, that restraint will snap. And I’m just the girl for him to lose it with.

The hard floor makes my knees ache, but damn if I don’t love the way he towers over me. He’s all strength and power, his thick cock sliding in and out of my mouth, causing me to gag every few thrusts, the metal rings rubbing against my tongue.

“You look so fucking good in my jersey, Sar.”

Eyes watering, I stare up at him, all while I continue to suck him off.

“But you’d look even better spread out on my bed. Or riding my face.”

I swirl my tongue along the edge of his shaft, right along his balls, eliciting a grunt from him. The sound sends my arousal kicking up a notch. Fuck, I’m already so wet for him. I cup his balls in one hand, grazing my thumb back and forth across them while I continue to work him over.

“Right there. Oh, fuck yes, Sar. I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

My stomach dips and liquid heat drips from me. Determined to send him over the edge, I double down on my efforts. I suck harder, gripping the backs of his thighs so that he can’t pull away, forcing him to come down my throat.

He curses as his cock twitches in my mouth, and I moan around him. With one last lick, I drop back to my ass and grin up at him. And then, in my best announcer voice, with my hands cupped around my mouth, I whisper, “He shoots, he scores. And the crowd goes wild! Ahh!”

With a throaty laugh, he lifts me off the floor. Then he spins me and sets me on the table in front of the window. The kisses he places on my lips are soft, and so is the humming rumbling from him. But when he pulls back, there’s a wicked gleam in his eye.

With one brow lifted, he points toward a button.

I squirm, my pulse racing. “That what I think it is?”

When he presses the red button, it illuminates. And when he speaks this time, his voice echoes outside the booth. He’s turned on the audio system. That means his every word is booming through the speakers in the arena.

“Do me a favor, Sar.” He pops the button of my jeans and lowers the zipper. “Narrate every little thing I do. And everything you want me to do.”

With his fingers tucked into my waistband, he slides off my pants. “And if you stop…” He licks his lips and settles on his knees. Then he yanks me to the edge of the table. “I stop.”

THIRTY-FIVE

SARA

Ava shows up bright and early, armed with donuts, coffee, and a smile.

Brooks has practice with Fitz this morning, so he headed down to his apartment to get ready an hour ago.

I bring the steaming latte to my lips and hum. “You are officially my favorite person.”

Ava laughs. “Thank Lennox for all of this. I’m just the delivery girl.”

As if on cue, my phone buzzes on the counter. I scurry over and tap the screen, giddy when I see my best friend’s name.

Lennox’s smile is bright. “Good morning, lover! You know what time it is.”

I smile into my cardboard cup and wave Ava into the living room. Silently, I point at the coffee table, instructing her to put the donuts down and relax.

Ava’s literally the bright spot in any room. She’s always dressed in soft colors. Never black. This morning is no different. She’s decked out in nothing but cream, from her leggings to her crop top to the long cardigan layered over it. Her wavy red hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail, and her freckled face is free of makeup.

When she holds a pink glazed donut to her lips, I wince. If I was dressed the way she is, there’s no way I could get away with eating a donut without staining the light fabric with icing. She’s a brave woman.

“How was the date?” Lennox asks, pulling my attention back to her.

Remembering every moment of yesterday—from Brooks’s heartfelt apology to him teaching me how to skate to his confession about being a virgin—leaves my smile wide. “It was amazing.”

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