Page 7 of Pucking Never

“Hey,” I say, my voice surprisingly low and sultry. I’m careful not to look too pleased with myself for sounding so confident.

“Hey,” he replies, his deep timbre making me shiver. “I’m Jensen.”

“Lynn.” I give him the second half of my name, Gracelynn, thinking that it’ll help keep things more anonymous. It’s a spur-of-the-moment decision that I hadn’t planned on before, but strangely, I feel even less nervous knowing he doesn’t have my real name.

The corner of his mouth crooks up into a half-grin. “Lynn. I like that. I’m glad you came over, Lynn. I was going to hunt you down if you didn’t.”

The memory makes me shiver. After one conversation, we were inseparable. He was intoxicating, his easy charm and captivating eyes drawing me in. I had made my boundaries clear, though. One week and nothing more.

We stare at each other for a long moment, and I can tell what he’s thinking. It’s obvious in his gaze, and I want it too, but I need to set some firm boundaries so that there’s no danger of this week-long fling turning into anything more. School is my focus and relationships of any sort are simply not something I can afford to be distracted by. Better to protect my heart from the start and make my plans known.

“I know you're going to kiss me now,” I say in a soft voice. “But I want more than just a kiss. I want to know if you’ll give me an unforgettable week, Jensen, but that’s all. Let’s avoid making it personal. No talking about our lives back home. No strings. At the end of the week, we part ways with nothing but the memories we make together while we’re here. What do you say?”

He tilts his head to the side, studying me for several moments. Crap, did I go too far? Was I too blunt? What if he decides I’m not worth the effort?

Before I completely spiral and freak out, though, he grins and nods. “Yeah. I’m all right with that.”

We spent long, languid days in the sun, and longer nights tangled up beneath the sheets of my hotel room. It had been a whirlwind, a heatwave that threatened to consume me whole.

He licks my pussy with wild abandon, his tongue driving me crazy. As one hand grips my hip, pinning me in place, his other moves to my opening, slowly slipping a finger inside me without warning. A shriek escapes my throat as I shove my fist into my mouth to muffle the noise. Jensen is unrelenting as he continues to pump his finger in and out of me while he ravages my clit with ravenous hunger.

“Holy shit!” I gasp. “Jensen, I’m going to cum…”

My words seem to stop him in his tracks as he lifts his head, stealing the pleasure away from me. I gasp. “Jensen, what are you…?”

“Say please,” he says, with an infuriating grin on his gorgeous face.

“Seriously?” I moan. He winks at me and kisses just above my clit, but doesn’t go lower, which makes me whimper, “Please, Jensen. Please make me cum.”

With a satisfied grunt, he goes back to work on my aching core. Fingers pumping, lips sucking, tongue lapping. It’s so good, and I’m so close. I just need a little bit more. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and I beg again, “Jense, please…please let me cum.”

He grins up at me — a look of pure masculine satisfaction — as his fingers continue to work me.

“You want to cum, baby?”

I nod and plead, “Yes, God, yes!”

“All right,” he snarls. “Cum for me.”

But at the end of the week, I had to go back to college. To my real life. We didn't exchange contact details, though he clearly wanted to. There were no promises of staying in touch or meeting again. It simply ended as quickly as it started, leaving behind memories too vivid to forget. I left his bed before he woke up because I hadn’t been sure I could walk away from him otherwise.

Every now and then, I find myself thinking about him, remembering his voice, his laugh, and the way his hands felt on my skin. Skyler was right when she said that no one else has made me feel alive like Jensen did.

She was wrong, though, when she said that I should let love in again. What I had with Jensen wasn't love — it was passion and lust. It was exhilarating and unforgettable, but it wasn't something I could build my life around, even if I wanted to.

Chapter Four

GRACE

I take a final look at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is neatly pinned up and my makeup is subtle yet flattering. After spending the morning unpacking and ordering groceries, I now have barely five minutes to grab my things and rush out of the apartment so that I’m not late for work.

As I reach for the door handle, my phone buzzes once more on the table nearby. It’s Skyler again.

Remember what I said… Loosen up! And call me later xx.

Grinning, I tuck my phone into my purse, grab my camera bag with my Fujifilm X-S20, and head out the door. The arena is only about 10 minutes away, and I planned to take a cab, but I make my way down to the parking garage first. Carson texted me earlier this morning, telling me he had a surprise for me down there. If it’s what I think it is, I won't need a cab.

Just as I thought, sitting in my apartment’s parking spot is a new car — a sleek black BMW X5. I let out a low whistle.

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