Page 22 of One Pucking Wish

The conversation is pleasant, and it’s clear we’re still on that break we discussed last night, which is good. Consecutive days in this small space with someone you despise would be awful. However, a friend—especially one with benefits—is manageable.

“Did you have any birthday traditions growing up?” Penny asks, and my whole body stiffens.

“No. Birthdays were never a big deal.” I opt to keep things simple. “You?”

“No, and for the same reason.”

It’s obvious there is more to her story, just as there is more to mine. It’s also clear that neither of us wants to talk about it. Instead, we chat about the team and our performance this season. It’s neutral territory, one in which we share a mutual investment. It’s a safe topic that will keep our faux friendship thriving and fills the silence.

After breakfast, I follow Penny on the path between the boxes to the bathroom, where we brush our teeth.

This entire situation is surreal. Never in a million years did I imagine I’d be standing in some motel bathroom in Canada beside Penelope Stellars, let alone having some of the best sex of my life with her.

Memories of last night play in my mind like some fantasy porn reel tailored just for me. Because let’s face it, Penny—in body—is my ideal woman. Her curves, wild, fiery curls, pale skin, and doe eyes drive me crazy.

I stare at her reflection in the mirror, thinking of her now and then, and my pulse quickens. It’s probably a good thing that she doesn’t wear her hair down at work. It’d be impossible to hate her the way I do because she makes me wild with longing.

Penny spits and rinses out her mouth with water. I follow suit.

“What are you thinking?” she asks, raising a brow.

I shake my head, huffing out, “Nothing.”

Her gaze leaves my face, dropping to the obvious bulge in my boxer shorts. “Nothing?”

My body betrays me. It’s clear I want her, and she knows it. Cautious isn’t a word that is normally used to describe me, but our situation hangs on a small precipice of joviality. Everything is cool between us, and we need to keep it that way since we’re stuck here. We’ve avoided all mention of last night’s adventures, but the reasons for why are unclear. For all I know, she could regret it, and if that’s the case, the last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable.

This isn’t my normal. If a woman wants me, I know it. With Penny, it’s just not black and white. Our current cohabitation brings a whole shit ton of gray.

“Nothing?” she repeats. “Interesting. Well, I’m definitely thinking something.” She crosses her arms in front of her, grabbing the hem of my shirt and lifting it over her head, leaving her standing in just her panties.

I swallow hard, the intensity of my need growing.

She shimmies off her panties and stands before me completely naked. I’m not shy about scanning her body. I want to see every inch. She was beautiful in the moonlight, but this view is even better. She’s the opposite of last night when she wanted to cover up. Pride fills my chest, knowing she’s no longer ashamed of her curves with me, and I aided her with the newfound confidence. She has the most gorgeous set of tits I’ve seen—big, natural, and pale with a smattering of tiny freckles. My mouth waters, imagining sucking on her taut nipple. Raising my hands, I reach out to touch her breasts, but before I make contact, she takes a step back.

I lift my gaze, and she wears a smirk. “I believe I recall you making me say what I wanted out loud last night. In fact, I remember screaming it, so I believe a little reciprocation is in order. I need to hear the words. Everything you’re thinking, I want to know.”

“You know,” I say, my voice low.

She shakes her head. “I want you to say it.”

I advance, stepping toward her until her back is against the wall. I lift her chin with a finger, and our brown stares lock. “I think you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. Everything about you drives me crazy. Right now, I want to bury myself so deep inside you that all you can do is scream my name. Is that clear enough for you?”

Her lips part, and her chest rises and falls as she breathes heavy. “Yeah. That’s good.” Her voice is weighted with need. Leaning in, I press my mouth to hers. She welcomes my tongue in with a sigh. The kiss is raw and deep, and utterly tantalizing.

When I pull away, she whispers, “Shower first?”

My heart races, and I’m feeling drunk with longing. I nod, and reaching past her, I turn on the shower. I remove my boxer shorts, and when the water is warm, we step in.

The hot water sprays across my back as we kiss. After a few minutes of perfect kisses, she lathers up some soap and massages my skin. Her touch feels so good, and I close my eyes to really experience every moment.

Unable to wait any longer, I reach between her thighs. Her breath leaves her mouth in a moan as I insert two fingers inside her. I begin what I hope is a tantalizing rhythm, and based on her vocalizations, I’d say it is. She splays her hand against the shower wall to steady her quivering body. I kneel in front of her and pull one of her legs over my shoulder. Without slowing my pulsating fingers, my tongue begins a cadence of its own, flicking against the spot that needs it the most. She whimpers from the sweet, torturous sensations and throws her head back, facing the shower ceiling, moaning loudly.

“Omigod, omigod, Gunner,” she chants, her body meeting my movements.

As my tongue works, my fingers rub against her G-spot, and her moans grow louder. Her inner walls begin to pulse around my fingers as her hips rock to counter the motion of my mouth. She’s so close. She lifts one of her hands off the shower wall and threads it through my wet hair, pushing my head against her core. I consume her with everything I have, hungry for her release to wreck her body.

“I’m so close. Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she begs in desperation.

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