Page 45 of Puck Shy

But then Lucas got me this job, and everything changed. I don’t have to worry about money for once or keep acting like my job before paid me enough to stay afloat. Looking back on the last two months, though, I realize that the woman at the club has seeped into my daily life. How I act with the team, how I manage Lucas’s social media and then snagged extra work with the Stormbreakers, that’s all me. It’s not an act or a woman in a mask at a sex club. It’s me, Stevie. And Lucas saw all of that.

I know I haven’t asked him what he really wants. But if he did want kids, if he did want a normal life with the picket fence and dog—I think I could give him that. I mean, that’s what you do when you love somebody, right?

I don’t think I’d ever be willing to give up what I like in the bedroom—or, I guess, in public—but like Lucas proved to me last night, he seems okay with it. I’m not sure he’ll still be okay with it if we have a family. Though I know people at the club have kids.

Ugh, I don’t know. This whole thing is complicated, and it’s making my head spin.

I blow out a breath as the shower curtain opens and the dark hair and wintery eyes of Lucas appear above me.

“What are you doing?” he asks, a tiny smirk pulling at his lips.

An awkward smile creeps up my cheeks. “You know, just thinking in the bathtub.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“Your huge cock.”

He expels a loud laugh as he holds out a hand for me to grab. When his warm palm wraps around mine, I can’t help the shiver that overtakes me. I’ve never felt this way with anyone before, not even when I first thought I fell in love at fifteen with the neighbor boy. Now, I know that was an obsession.

The way I feel when Lucas simply touches me, when he looks at me—it should be illegal. It’s not the same as when I used to fangirl over his hockey stats or when I saw him on my television. This is different. This is real. It’s taken me getting to know him to understand that, but what I feel for him is more than what Fangirl Stevie ever did.

Once I’m sitting, he surprises me by jumping into the empty side of the tub. I’m not exactly small, and he’s tall, so it’s a tight squeeze. But he maneuvers us so that one of his feet is planted on the tub between my legs and the other is planted on the outside of my left foot. Our knees knock together, and we stare at each other for a second, just smiling.

Eventually, he reaches one of his hands out for mine and plays with my fingers. “What were you actually thinking about?” he asks.

I take a deep breath and decide it’s now or never.

“I was thinking about us.”

Chapter twenty

Lucas

“Really?” I say, my mouth dropping open a little. I stop playing with the tips of her fingers and squeeze them.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums.

My heart flutters with hope. I was worried that after the sex haze of last night faded, she’d run for the hills.

“Last night wasn’t too much, was it?” I ask.

Her skin flushes a delicious-looking rose. And I revel in the fact that I’ve made an adventurous woman like Stevie blush.

“No. It was…nice.”

I drop her hand and tickle the naked skin of her inner thigh, causing her to squeal. “Just nice, Cherry?”

She shoves my hand away, and I relent, grabbing her fingers again before leaning forward to kiss the pad of each one.

“Okay,” she whispers, her tone low and seductive. “It was more than just nice, it was…” She pauses. “Wicked.”

I smirk and kiss her palm before sitting back against the tub, using my bare foot now to rub her leg. Her breath hitches as I tease her for a moment, coming dangerously close to her bare pussy before I drop it back down to the basin.

“Tease,” she huffs, though there’s still a smile on her lips.

“Tell me what you were thinking about, Stevie. Then, if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you my huge dick.”

She laughs joyfully then taps her knee against mine, her eyes on my foot as she gathers her thoughts. She’s quiet just long enough that I think whatever she’s going to say is bad, or maybe she’s going to tell me she hates feet and that mine are ugly.

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