Page 18 of Puck Shy

I should be freaking out as well, but I’m not.

“Are either of you going to tell us what’s going on?” Jace’s deep voice wonders.

I think about trying to explain what went down between Stevie and I last night. I could try to backtrack to make things comfortable for everyone, even lie about how we know each other. But I’m not going to do that. I’ve been thinking about this beautiful woman since she left me standing in the voyeur room last night. I can’t sit here and try to explain or make small talk.

“No” is all I say as I grab her hand and gently start pulling her toward the restroom sign. Stevie expels a little squeak at being broken from her trance then quickly follows. I squeeze her warm palm to try to comfort her as I find the bathroom door. They’re gender neutral, so I pick the furthest one down the hall for privacy’s sake, pull her inside, and click the lock. Before she can blink, I pin her to the back of the door with my body.

Her breasts push against my chest, both of us breathing heavy as we stare at each other in the dim light of the bathroom. I don’t know how long we do this, but her eyes haven’t left mine, and she doesn’t look angry, just in shock.

“Hi,” I say eventually.

“Uh, hi,” she answers. Her voice lacks the confidence of the masked woman I met in the hallway last night.

“You’re Riley’s sister,” I state. She nods, biting the inside of her cheek. “And you knew who I was last night?” I ask, confirming what I already know.

She nods again. By how her body tenses, I can tell she thinks I’m going to be mad. But I’m not. Given the situation, if it was reversed, I probably would’ve done the same. We weren’t exactly in a place that lent itself to that type of conversation anyway.

“Small world,” I say, the corners of my mouth tipping up. I run my hands down her arms in a soothing motion, willing her to relax. Her sweater is soft beneath my palms, and the desire to run my tongue along the silky skin of her breasts grows the longer I stand in her space. I should probably step back so we can talk, but my body is drawn to her. It remembers what happened last night. What it’s like to kiss her. To fuck her. To have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.

After a second, she exhales a puff of air that whispers across my skin. “The smallest,” she murmurs. Her eyes dart to my lips, and she watches them carefully. I don’t know if she realizes she’s staring, but after a time, those pools of green meet my gaze. I wish I could know what she’s thinking—but I hope it’s that she wants to kiss me.

I take one of my hands off her arm and begin to trace the outline of her cherry-red lips. Her breath catches, and the blood from my brain moves south. Yesterday was fun, but now I want her all to myself. I want to hear her scream my name. I want her orgasm to be given by me and only me. I want to worship her with my hands, my mouth, my cock—then maybe another day, I’ll let people do it while I watch.

Fuuuck. This woman has gotten in my head. Not only has the team convinced me she’s my good luck, but last night, I knew I wanted to get to know this mystery woman better, and it had nothing to do with sex or winning hockey games. Something about Stevie makes me want to be around her, soak in her presence. And now that I’m here with her in the flesh, the desire to be consumed by her again in every way possible is undeniable. Do I want to take her to dinner and get to know every little thing about her? Yes. But I also want to fuck her dirty. In every way I can dream up.

“Lucas.” Her breathy voice breaks through my thoughts.

I press my thumb into her lower lip, loving the sound of my name on her tongue.

“Stevie,” I say back, my hard cock now pressing into the heat of her belly like it did last night. She gasps when she feels it then exhales a small moan as her hands find my waist. A flicker of the woman behind the mask appears as she molds her body to mine.

“We’re in public,” she says.

I run my nose along the bridge of hers, her words making me smile. “That didn’t matter before.”

Her head tilts back against the door as I trace my way down her neck. I press a kiss to her fluttering pulse point, and her entire body shivers.

“Our family is outside,” she says, her voice quiet.

I love two things about the statement she just made. One, that she revealed she wants me as much as I want her, and two, that she thinks having our family and a bar of people we don’t know outside will deter me. It won’t.

I press a kiss where her neck and shoulder meet. “If you want me to stop”—I lick the salty skin of her clavicle then suck a little—“I will.”

I lift my head to meet hers. Her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed.

“I—” she says, her gaze flicking to my mouth then my eyes. I can see a million thoughts flying through her brain, all mirrored in her gaze. The smart part of me says I should step back, but Stevie’s hands are gripping the loops of my jeans now, the heat of her body seeping into mine. She wants me. That much I know.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Stevie?” I voice.

She closes her eyes and presses the back of her head against the door. I watch as she swallows, her hips starting to move slightly. When her eyes open again, she plants a half grin on her face and uses her fingers in my belt loops to thrust into me so that my hard cock presses against the zipper of my jeans.

“Fuck,” I groan, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head. She lets out another squeak as the door rattles. “Say yes, Cherry.”

She pauses, her smile growing. “You want to fuck me right here, MVP?”

There she is. There’s my Cherry.

I hover my lips over hers and bump her nose with mine. “I do. I want that pretty pink pussy coming around my cock again. I want to feel you squeeze the fucking life out of me.”

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