Page 55 of One Pucking Wish

“You know it’s not your job to follow us to the bars.” He opens the passenger side door, and I slide in.

I wait until he’s walked around the vehicle and slid into the driver’s seat to answer. “I know, but being there when a mess happens so I can immediately do damage control makes my life a lot easier.”

He backs out of the space and pulls out onto the road. “You don’t have much faith in us, do you?”

I scoff.

“Look on the bright side. I won’t be there. So less likely to be issues.”

“True.”

Gunner smiles again, and I have to stop myself from sighing. He’s beautiful.

I ask some questions about the game, and it gets him talking. He’s definitely not much of a conversationalist, but he gets going when he’s chatting about a game.

Gunner's mouth is on mine the second my front door closes behind us. God, this man can kiss. “I’ve been waiting to do that all night,” he says between kisses.

“Oh yeah?” My lips grin against his.

“Oh yeah.”

With my back up against the door, Gunner cups my chin, directing my mouth exactly where he wants it to go. He releases an anguished moan into my mouth as his tongue dances with mine. His kisses are addictive. I circle my arms around his tight back muscles and pull him into me, wanting to feel his strong body against mine.

He pulls away, panting, and retrieves something from his discarded duffel bag on the floor. Then he pushes a piece of clothing into my hands, and his words come out gravelly and needy. “Go put this on. I want to fuck you in nothing but this.”

I don’t question the demand. I slip past him and into my room, where I quickly remove my clothing. It takes my lust-filled brain a second to realize that the item in my hand is his jersey. I hold the navy blue Crane’s jersey with the white number twenty-nine.

Holy hell. Desire pools, and I throw his jersey over my head and pull it down over my bare skin in record time.

Gunner lumbers into the room, discarding his clothing as he enters. He halts and takes me in, his stare feral, and his chest heaves as he pulls in a breath. His big brown eyes take me in from my head to my toes and back again. The way he looks at me makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world and sends my pulse careening.

He stands naked before me, and it’s clear just how much I turn him on. “Almost,” he utters through pained breaths, holding my stare.

“Oh.” I reach up and unclip my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders, and toss the clip to the floor.

“Fucking perfect.”

He closes the distance between us and wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the ground. I circle my legs around his ass. In a few steps, he has me pinned against the wall, and he’s entering me hard and fast. As he slips deep inside me, we moan in unison.

Bending his knees, he thrusts up, hitting my insides at the perfect angle. I chant my approval over and over. Sex with Gunner is always good. Sometimes he takes it slow with lots of foreplay, and other times, he gets right to the main event, and it’s just as amazing. His moves are punishingly sweet, and my entire body hums as he works me higher and higher.

“Are you mine?” he groans, holding my stare.

“Yes,” I pant. My body starts to tremble as the impending euphoria rises. “I’m yours.”

He works his thrusts harder, and his chest glistens with sweat. “Then you better fucking show it.” His words resonate but barely as I focus in on my pleasure. With a flick of his finger, he’ll have me soaring, and he knows it. I want to come so bad that I’m out of my mind. “Penny…”

“I’ll show it. I’ll show it,” I cry out as his hand slips between my legs and rubs the bundle of nerves that sends me flying.

Two orgasms later, we lie in my bed. The jersey has been tossed to the floor. I lie beside him, and our heated skin is pressed together. I trace lazy circles over his chest muscles, and his fingers trail up and down my back in a rhythmic motion as we both catch our breath.

“Does twenty-nine have a significance?” I ask before pressing my lips against his chest in a peck.

His body stiffens. “Hmm?”

“Your jersey number? A lot of the guys pick numbers that are significant to them for one reason or another. Did you… pick a meaningful number or just get assigned one?”

He pulls his arm out from behind my head and sits up. “I think we could use a shower. Yeah?”

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