Page 38 of A Major Puck Up

“Peaches.” My name is like a sigh on his lips.

I suck in a deep breath and garner all the courage I have before I look his way. God, that nickname. “Yeah?”

“I haven’t touched you in 461 days. Please get the fuck over here and let me hold you.”

There is no hesitation. No second thoughts. My body knows it belongs in his arms. So I slam the fridge closed and practically barrel into him, settling my head against his chest. Breathing deep, I close my eyes and listen to his heart beat out a rhythm that matches mine.

THIRTEEN

GAVIN

Millie’s apartment is small. Minuscule, really. I want to ream out both my sister and her father for allowing her to live here. I entered the building behind a resident who didn’t bother to make sure the door shut behind him. Then I sat on the floor outside her apartment for three hours.

Not a single person was concerned. That’s a problem.

She tips her head up and gazes at me, her eyes slightly glassy.

“You been drinking, Peaches?”

The smile that spreads across her face quickly turns into a yawn. “Just a couple of glasses of wine with your sister.”

I grasp her wrist and pull her toward her bed. “Come on. It’s been a long two days.”

With her lip caught between her teeth, she gives me a dreamy smile. “I still can’t believe you’re here. You won the cup yesterday!”

My responding laugh is too loud for such a small space. “I didn’t win the cup. Believe me, Aiden has made sure I’m aware of exactly who won it.”

She nuzzles her head into my chest. “Still…” She breathes in deep and sighs. “I can’t believe you’re here instead of celebrating with them.”

“There’s no one in this world I’d rather celebrate with more than you.”And that’s not an exaggeration. If I were anywhere else, I’d only be miserable and thinking about her, regardless of winning the cup. “We’ll celebrate tomorrow, though. Right now, you need sleep.”

The way her tongue darts out and wets her lips as she peers up at me through her lashes pulls a groan from deep inside my chest. It’s been too fucking long since I kissed those lips.

“But what if I don’t want to sleep?” she asks in that sexy rasp of hers.

Clutching her upper arms, I spin her and march her toward her bed. It’s in her living room, along with everything else she owns. Fuck, this place is small.

“Come on, Peaches.”

She sighs but doesn’t put up a fight. Until we reach the bed, and then the little vixen spins around. With a devilish smirk, she crosses her arms, reaches for the fabric at her waist, and lifts it straight over her head, exposing the best set of tits I’ve ever seen.

I love the way this woman never wears a bra. I hate it at the same time.

I bite my fist to keep from touching her. But god, do I want to. She raises her brow at me, as if she’s surprised, or maybe intrigued, by my silence.

I keep my focus fixed firmly on her face. I can’t look at her nipples. Can’t see how they pebble with need. How she arches for me.

But her face is just as tantalizing. And it’s just as much trouble. Because I’ve been dreaming of her gorgeous face since the moment I met her, despite how wrong it is.

She’s my best friend’s daughter.I’m a terrible, terrible person for wanting her. Yet here I am. I flew halfway around the world just to see her.

She twists her lips, her expression teasing. “Look at you, Coach, holding strong.”

I cough out a laugh. That goddamn nickname.

She arches those brows again. “Let’s see how strong your resolve really is.” With her thumbs hooked in her waistband, she shimmies out of her pants and underwear and kicks them across the room.

I curse softly under my breath and look away.

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