Page 53 of Pucking Revenge

It isn’t until I’m standing in front of my door after having said goodnight to Sara that I realize I don’t have my keys. Though I wish he’d go home, Aiden is likely still here, so I ring the doorbell. When he doesn’t answer, I bang on the door, but I’m met with only silence. When I call him and he doesn’t pick up, I let him know just how annoyed I am in my message.

Fuck.

My next attempt is War, but he doesn’t pick up either. It’s already after ten, and because of Coach’s curfew, they shouldn’t be out, which means they’re likely already asleep.

Double fuck.

With a long breath out, I spin and stuff my hands into my pockets. I’ve been gone a whole five minutes, so Sara is definitely still up. When I reach her door, I knock.

“Coming!” she shouts.

She doesn’t immediately open the door, so I try the knob. Sure enough, it’s open. “Sorry, Sar. Lost my keys and Aiden locked me out.” I close the door quietly behind me and scan my surroundings, trying to determine where I might have set them down. “Mind if I hang on your couch until?—”

“Yes, Brooks!” she shouts from the other room. Her tone is breathy and strange and followed by a loud bang.

“You okay?”

“Harder, Brooks. You can do better than that.”

I can?

Scratching at my jaw, I assess her bedroom door. What the hell is she talking about? I step closer, hoping she can hear me. “Sar, do you want me to come in there?”

“Yes! Yes!” she screams.

The urgency in her response makes my stomach flip. I turn the knob, not really sure what to expect, and curse when I find Sara kneeling on her bed, hands on the headboard and completely bare from the waist down.

“Yes, Brooks. Harder. Right there, baby.” She rattles the headboard and throws her head back with a moan.

It takes me a minute to figure out what I’m actually seeing. My jaw is on the floor and my heart is racing as I realize that this is real life. Sara is really in front of me, straddling a dildo, bobbing up and down, bare ass rocking.

And she’s shouting my name.

Glued to the spot, all I can do is watch. “Holy fuck.”

She whips her head my way, her blond hair flying, and her eyes go wide. “Oh my God, Brooks,” she screams. “I’m going to come!”

The torment on her face makes it clear that she’s mortified, but also that she can’t really stop it.

Clarity falls over me like a shroud in that moment. I have two options. I could turn around and walk out that door. If I do, she’ll forever be weird around me. Or I could say fuck it and make sure she owns it.

There’s no way in hell I’m missing this, so the decision is pretty easy. “Show me, Pumpkin. Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”

She closes her eyes, and a deep flush steals up her neck and into her cheeks. She’s embarrassed. I hate seeing that expression on her face, so I stalk toward her, determined to ease her suffering.

“May I?” I point to her mattress and lift a brow.

She nods but makes no other noise.

The bed dips when I press one knee to it, then the other. Slowly, so as not to scare her off, I slip in closer, taking in the supplies she has spread out. A bottle of lube is on its side beside her, along with two more toys.

“Can I touch you?” My entire body trembles in anticipation, but my voice is miraculously steady.

When she nods, I push the hair that’s fallen forward out of her face and press a kiss against the spot where her sweater’s fallen off her shoulder. Cinnamon and sugar dance on my tongue. God, she’s the sweetest goddamn thing I’ve ever tasted.

The most enchanting moan escapes her throat. If the press of my lips to her shoulder elicits that kind of sound, I can’t wait to see what else I can do.

“Can I use the wand, Pumpkin?”

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