Page 54 of Puck Shy

“I told you what I want. You, in any way, shape, or form. I want to see where this goes, Cherry. I can guarantee I’ll be happy wherever we end up. As long as you’re with me.”

“That’s a lot of pressure on me.”

He shakes his head. “You misunderstand. I’m not saying I won’t tell you what I want out of our relationship—I’m willing to talk with you. But I’m willing to make compromises to make sure we’re both happy.”

I watch his eyes as he speaks, and a feeling of peace settles in my stomach at his words. I really do believe what he’s saying. But it’s also hard to comprehend he loves me this much already.

“You’re a different kind of man, Lucas McKnight.”

He kisses my nose. “I’m your man.”

I make a gagging noise. “Cheesy.”

“You like it.” He pulls me closer then and hovers his lips close to mine. “Are you going to tell me what you want now?”

I swallow and close my eyes for a moment. When I open them, Lucas is waiting patiently, his eyes warm.

“I can’t guarantee that I’ll ever want kids or a dog or a white picket fence,” I say. “Sometimes, when the idea of being a mom comes to mind, I like it. A lot. But then other times, I can’t imagine not having complete freedom to do whatever I want when I want to do it. But when I say I want all of it with you, Lucas, I mean it. I want all of it, no matter what that is, as long as it’s with you.”

Lucas’s eyes go wide, and I swear I see them turn glassy for a moment. But after he blinks, it’s gone. “Then I guess we’re on the same page.”

I purse my lips, having one more thing to say. “I need you to know, though: I meant what I said when we first met. I’m not willing to give up the club or what I like sexually. But I also don’t want to date anyone else. You’d be it for me, Lucas.” I take a breath. “I do want to still have fun together, however. I’ll always be open with you about what I want, and I want you to be open with me about what you want, too.”

“I understand,” he says, his chest now rising and falling at a faster rate. “And as long as I’m there to watch, you can have whatever and whomever you want, Cherry.”

I blush at the images that run through my head at his words, and he pulls my hips closer to his.

“I also have to warn you that I’m not good at relationships. So be patient with me,” I say.

“Is anyone good at relationships?” He smirks.

“Good point.”

“Now, are we done talking?”

My blood heats at the change in his tone, and I lick my lips. “Are you going to kiss me now, MVP?”

Lucas starts to back me up until I hit a wall of sticks. They clack around, and I raise my eyebrow at him playfully.

“Well?”

“I’m going to do more than kiss you, Cherry. I’m going to fuck your brains out. Then I’m going to do what I wanted to do from the beginning.”

“And what’s that?”

“Take you out to dinner.”

He drowns out my laughter by sealing his lips over mine and pressing me into the wall. Some of the sticks fall like they did the other night, and my spine tingles. I open my mouth to his, tasting the minty freshness of his breath, and moan into him. It’s only been forty-eight hours since I’ve been with him, but I already crave him.

Lucas presses his erection into me, and I become overrun with need. Need to feel him, need to be consumed by him. Need to show him I’m ready for anything that comes our way. I start to push him back at the same time I lift his shirt. But when he goes to remove the jersey I’m wearing—his jersey—I stop his hand.

“Leave it on.”

Fire sparks in his eyes, and he becomes a man possessed. He pushes me to an exercise bench and then removes his pants and underwear, pumping his cock as I watch.

“How do you want me to fuck you, baby?”

I push down my own pants and underwear then spread my legs wide enough so he can see my glistening pussy. He groans when he does, and I swear I see his cock twitch in his hand.

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