Page 56 of Puck Shy

I hold up my fingers so they’re an inch apart. “A little bit.”

Lucas grabs my hands and pins them up over my head. “You want to get punished, baby?”

My lips tip up, and I look from a curious Johnny to a heated Lucas.

“And if I say yes?”

Lucas tips up my chin with his finger, his lips a breath from mine. “Then I’d say that’s why I love you.”

My heart shudders in my chest at his words, and I think I hear Johnny say “aww” followed by “that was fast,” but it only makes me love Lucas more, because he fucking gets me.

“Then”—I pause to kiss him—“yes.”

The mischievous smirk I love so much graces his lips, and that one dimple appears on his right cheek while he brings his other hand down to slip inside my panties. He runs his finger through my wetness that’s now mixed with his cum before he removes his hand.

He slowly turns his head so he’s looking at Johnny then holds out his glistening fingers to him.

“You want a taste, Rookie? Then come and get it.”

A sound of shock leaves my lips that makes Lucas look back into my eyes. He lifts an eyebrow at me as Johnny moves to grab a hold of his wrist. Lucas keeps his eyes on me, but I can’t stop myself from watching Johnny take Lucas’s fingers into his mouth, sucking off every trace of us.

My pussy clenches, and a fresh wave of arousal courses through me. Lucas leans down and presses his lips to my ear as Johnny releases his now clean fingers.

“You still think you can handle me, Cherry?”

I match his smirk and press my hips into his. “Game fucking on, McKnight.”

Epilogue

Lucas

Valentine’s Day, One Year Later

Valentine’s Day had never been important to me. It was just a day—but a day that I always made sure to celebrate because it made the women in my life feel special. Whether that was my mom or girlfriend at the time or someone I was trying to woo, I would send them cards, flowers, and chocolates and take them out to dinner. But I never really cared that much.

Until now.

Stevie plops down on the couch next to me. Her hair is in a messy bun, and she’s typing something out on her phone. When she smiles at the text, I can’t help but smile, too.

“Riley?” I ask.

“Leo, actually.”

Warmth pools in my stomach at the reminder of my girlfriend’s relationship with my brother. They have a lot in common, and the more time they spend with each other, the more they’ve become friends. At first, Jace, Riley, and I found it kind of funny, considering when they’re standing side by side they’re the last two people anyone would expect to be friends. He looks so prim and proper while Stevie is often dressed down and casual like me.

Half the time, I have no idea what they talk about, though I know it’s often about work. But I’m happy they have such a strong relationship, especially considering Riley is officially going to be in the family. Stevie was so excited when Leo and Jace asked her what Riley’s ring size was. After she told them, she jumped up and down for about an hour straight. I’m surprised she didn’t blow the surprise considering she wouldn’t shut up about it.

Little does she know, I asked Riley for Stevie’s ring size last week. While I don’t plan to ask her tonight, I will when the time is right. Maybe after the season is over and I’ve retired, which I’ve yet to one-hundred-percent decide on. It all depends on a few things, like how my body fares after this season and if I decide I want to take on acting full time. I know that whatever I decide, Stevie will support me on it. And that’s all that matters. If I have her, I’m always going to win.

Stevie’s also thriving in her job as the Stormbreakers’ new head of social media. She still does mine, too, but her main focus is the team. We hired some guy from a PR firm to help me with mine when Stevie needs the extra set of hands, but we’ve created a nice system. Everything is going well, and I don’t see that changing.

“I can feel you staring at me,” she smirks, not looking up from her phone.

“You’re cute when you type. You make like a little duck face.”

She looks up at me and narrows her eyes. “I do not!”

I make a little duck pout with my lips, and she sets her phone down before throwing one of the decorative pillows from our couch straight toward my face. I catch it easily and chuck it back at her. It hits her face with a thump before falling to the floor.

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