Page 127 of His Big Bad Stick

“Sorry about Dax,” Colver says, ignoring Jess’s comment, even though it’s now stuck in my head. “He’s… whatever.”

“Who was the one yelling at him?” Jess whispers.

“That’s Faust,” Colver says. “Miserable guy. Angry all the time. He makes me look happy.” Colver starts to point. “Then we have Turner, Rhett, and Ben.”

“They’re not friends,” I say to Jess. “Just teammates.”

“Oh. Right.” Jess rolls her eyes.

Colver leans down and brushes his lips to my ear. “Are you really trying to fucking tease me in front of your friend and my hockey team? I will take you into the back of this gallery and lick your cunt clean and leave you screaming my name for everyone out here to listen to.”

“Is that a threat?” I ask.

“Fuck, kitten. What the hell am I doing here with you?”

“Caring about me,” I say.

I turn my head and we’re almost touching nose to nose.

“There’s the boss, ask her,” one of the guys calls out.

“That’s you,” Colver says.

I have to move away from Colver.

Rhett is holding up a string of lights.

Ben is pointing at me. “Which direction? Back and forth? All around?”

“I want to keep it nice,” I say. “Make them a little droopy too. It’s all for effect.”

Dax sets up another ladder and gets another strand of lights.

Colver goes to help, climbing the ladder, Dax feeding him the lights to hang up.

“I can’t believe this,” Jess says. “Think about this, Abrielle. This is the power of your pussy.”

“Jess,” I growl.

“It is,” she says. “Your pussy is making this whole thing happen. These guys are only here because Colver definitely demanded it. And he demanded it because he likes to play between your legs. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about. I did see it happen…”

“You’re never going to let it go, are you?”

“Catching my new best friend getting her pussy licked by a gigantic, sexy hockey player? Never.”

… my new best friend…

That’s the part of that sentence that sticks out to me and makes me feel good.

I reach for the bag of cinnamon donuts and stuff one into my mouth whole.

I chomp.

I look at Colver’s ass in his jeans as he stands on the ladder.

His t-shirt pulls up just enough to show some skin.

My jaw quivers and my body aches.

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