Page 37 of Puck Blocked
My heart starts pounding in my chest and I do everything I can to hide my panic. He’s leaving again. I know he has to, but that doesn’t mean I want him to go. I need him, which isn’t his problem. It’s mine.
“Okay, I’ll be fine,” I tell him, not believing for an instant that I will be.
“I’m taking you with me, Tanna. Aliyah and Liliana are coming too,” Luke says.
“You want me to come with you?” I set my food down and turn to look at him.
“I always want you with me.”
“But why? I mean, won’t I just be a distraction? You almost walked out of a game last night because of me, Luke. I don’t want to be the reason you throw your career away.”
“You are not a distraction, and my career is just fine. I still have a good ten years left, and I’m not spending them leaving you behind.”
“Where will we stay?” I ask.
“The team books hotels. They block off the entire floor. There’ll be security. But if it makes you feel better, I can arrange for private security too,” he says.
“No, you don’t have to do that.”
“It’ll be fun. Our first trip away together.”
My brows draw down. “Did you get hit on the head a little hard last night? We’ve been away together a ton of times. Every summer as kids, if I remember correctly.”
“But we weren’t dating back then. I didn’t get to sleep with you in my arms back then.”
“Are we dating?” I’m confused. Luke hasn’t even tried to kiss me since that one time he gave me the best orgasm of my life. Actually, come to think of it, he didn’t kiss me then either. At least not on my lips…
I can feel myself blushing at the memory.
“Is that what you want? To be dating?” Luke asks, his eyes assessing my face for any sign of… I don’t know what.
“I… But we don’t… You don’t…” I can’t get the words out. If he’s under the impression that we’re dating, why hasn’t he tried to kiss me? It just doesn’t make sense to me.
“I’m not going to pressure you or do anything you’re not ready to do, Tanna. The ball is in your court. When you’re ready to take our relationship further, that’s when we will. Until then, I’ll wait. As long as it takes,” he says. “There is no rush.”
The ball’s in my court.
I jump out of my seat and lean over the corner of the table. Take his face in my hands and do something reckless. Something I’ve dreamt of doing since I started crushing on my brother’s best friend as a kid. I slam my mouth down on his.
Luke recovers from his shock quickly. His hands cup the back of my head and his tongue pushes through my lips, circling around. He groans as he stands, effortlessly picks me up, and sits me on top of the table without breaking the kiss. He steps between my parted legs. My arms snake around his neck.
I want this. I need this. And it’s okay to want it.
I’ve been talking to Dr. West about my attraction to Luke this week. At first, I thought I was leaning on him because I wanted him to help me. It was through talking with Dr. West that I realized that’s not true. I’ve always wanted to be with Luke. This isn’t a new feeling. It’s just one I’m finally embracing without all the guilt that usually follows it.
Chapter Twenty
Fuck… I can feel the heat of her pussy through her panties, her wet fucking panties. Currently resting against my crotch. I lean closer, pressing myself against her heat. I’ve been holding back, avoiding being physical with Montana. I didn’t want to rush her. I don’t want to be too forward. I can’t risk scaring her away. She’s starting to settle into a routine here, and I won’t do anything that will impact that.
Which is why I pull back, just a little, and break the kiss. “Are you sure about this?” I ask her. “I’m serious, Tanna. We really don’t need to rush.”
Montana’s eyes flick down to where our bodies meet, where my cock is pressed up against her lace-covered pussy. “I’m sure. But if you’re not, we can wait.”
“Me? This has nothing to do with me being sure, babe. I’ve wanted this since I was sixteen,” I tell her before slamming my lips back down on hers. I groan into her mouth. Everything about her is intoxicating. I want more. I want it all. “Fuck, I need you,” I growl between kisses.
Montana responds with a moan. Her head dips back and her chest arches upwards. Her breasts begging me for attention. My hands land under her ass. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
With a few long strides, I walk through the house. I had every intention of taking her upstairs to the bedroom. I want to lay Montana out on the bed, take my time worshiping her the way she deserves to be worshiped. But those plans go out the window when she tightens her legs around me and begins grinding. I swallow her moans, take a left turn, and walk into a living room. This house has a few of them. Why one person needs so many sofas, I have no idea, but I think I just found the perfect use for them.
