Page 21 of Puck Shy

Jesus, Lucas McKnight is great at dirty talk. While keeping myself propped up with one arm on the sink, I trail my other hand down my overheated body until I reach my clit. I whimper as I touch the sensitive bundle of nerves, my hips automatically moving further back so Lucas sinks impossibly deeper.

“Fuck, yes. You’re amazing,” he praises.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I feel my second orgasm building inside me. I clench my inner walls around his cock, and he pumps into me harder. The sound of my wetness echoes in the small space, making this feel even more lewd and erotic than before.

“You’re going to make me come again,” I say as quietly as I can. I brush the pads of my fingers over my clit in a gentle motion as Lucas hits just the right spot inside of me, one that has my entire body vibrating. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, and I see stars behind my eyelids.

Lucas slaps my ass once more. “Keep those pretty fucking eyes”—thrust—“on”—thrust—“me.”

I snap them back on him as he comes, his head tilting back while he praises me. His body stills, and he holds me on his cock, my pussy fluttering around him as we ride out our pleasure together.

After a time, he leans forward slightly to catch his breath, his chest resting against my body so the fabric of his shirt scratches against my sensitive skin. He huffs out a small laugh and lifts his head to meet my gaze in the mirror. Then he pulls his softening length from me with a satisfied groan.

He disposes of the condom before helping me clean myself up a bit, wiping the smudged lipstick from my face. Then I do the same for him.

“Is cherry my color?” he asks cheekily.

I study the dark red on his pale complexion then look into his wintery eyes. “It’s not bad, actually.”

In a romantic move, he pulls me to him and kisses me senseless, only pulling back when we need air. He bumps my nose with his and stares into my eyes with a sincerity that confuses me.

“I think it was better than not bad. I think it’s just right.”

I open my mouth to say something snarky. To remind him that we just met and his words are alluding to something bigger that he wants of me. Something I don’t think I can give to anyone. But a loud knock on the door startles us both from our bubble.

“Shit,” he says under his breath. He buckles his belt then looks in the mirror again, making sure his hair is smoothed down.

I jump in place as I struggle to pull up my skintight pants. “Do you think it’s security?”

He shakes his head, his lip upturned at the corner. “My brother.”

My mouth must drop open like a fish because Lucas looks amused. The reality that he just made me come on his hand then fucked me in a bathroom at a very high-end bar with my sister and her partners outside is hitting me like a ton of bricks. What the hell were we thinking?

Lucas calmly moves to wash his hands as another knock pounds on the door. I feel my panic rise. I’m not sure what to do next.

“What now?” I ask, more to myself than to Lucas.

“I’ve been here before. If we go down this hall, there’s a back exit. I’ll have my brother get your coat, and we can leave that way.”

“Leave together?”

For a brief second, a look of hurt flashes through Lucas’s eyes, but he quickly masks it with a grin. “We should probably talk.”

I start to say that maybe that’s a bad idea, but then Lucas opens the door to the bathroom. Sure enough, Leo is standing there with that cool mask of his. Though beneath it, I see he’s pissed. More like livid. If I look closely, I can see his left eyelid twitch as he tries to contain himself.

Lucas stares at Leo, and for a few long seconds, they don’t say anything. It’s a weird thing to watch. I wonder if twins ever think they’re having an out-of-body experience when they’re staring at someone who looks exactly like them. I know I find it weird observing. It’s like watching a mirror. I almost chuckle to myself because of what just happened with a mirror.

I shake my head to clear my spiraling thoughts and put on my proverbial big girl pants.

“Is Riley still here?” I ask Leo.

Leo breaks his death glare from Lucas and stares at me like he forgot I was here. “She’s waiting right outside the back door with your coat.”

I guess Leo had the same idea for us to leave out the back. Thank God, because there’s no way I could face the public after what went down in here, regardless of if they heard or knew that we had sex.

Without looking at Lucas, I move toward the door, my body bumping his as I do. Just when I think I’m in the clear, Lucas takes me by the bicep, stopping me right when I’m shoulder to shoulder with Leo.

“We need to talk,” Lucas says.

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