Page 14 of Puck Me All Night Long

"Remember, take me at your speed."

His words are sweet, but once I settle myself over him and press the tip into my body, I crave more. Easing him the rest of the way inside my ass, I begin to bounce up and down on him, still feeling a little sore from Holden, but not as bad as I expected. My pace quickens, and I rake my fingernails down Barnett's chest.

"That's it, Hadley. You're doing so good." Barnett's praise goes straight to my clit, making my pussy drip with need. Sensing my distress, Barnett inserts two fingers into my pussy as his thumb rubs circles against my clit.

My climax hits me within seconds, "Yes!" I cry out as I surrender to it. Barnett pumps into me a couple more times before following me over the edge.

My body feels like a limp noodle, but I'm not done yet—it's time to take a ride on Caspian.

I give Barnett a quick kiss on the lips before throwing my leg over his hips and crawling to Caspian.

"Are you ready for me?" I slide my leg over Caspian's waist, but before I can lower myself onto his hard cock, he grips my waist, stopping my movement.

"Relax, I got you." He holds my hips as he thrusts up and down, doing all the work. "That's it, let me do all the work. You've done enough tonight."

I nod while he continues to penetrate me deeper and deeper. The pain is still there, but it's more of a dull ache—an ache that loves being filled.

His rhythmic motion fells so good that I cry out without warning, my orgasm taking me by surprise. "Oh, oh, oh!"

Caspian roars his release, shooting hot streams of his seed deep into my body. "Fuck, Hadley. you're something else." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down on his chest, rubbing my back, "You did so good, sweetheart."

"That she did," Holden says, "but now we need to let her soak in a hot bath."

"Is someone going to join me?" I lift my head off Caspian's chest with a smile.

"Not tonight, Hadley." Barnett says, "You're ass took a literal pounding, you need to rest."

"Fine, but we're still going to snuggle on the couch and watch Deadpool and Wolverine."

fourteen

Barnett

I'm not looking forward to tonight's game against my brother's team, the Indiana Freeze. Brock is a dirty player—he always has been and always will be. It's a two-game series, so instead of only having to deal with him one night, I have to deal with him for two nights in a row.

I have just enough time to stop at my apartment, shower, and change before heading back to the arena for the game. The closer I get to my front door, I notice it is slightly open. It's Tuesday, so I know my housekeeper Margret is cleaning, but she should have been done by now.

Cautiously, I push open the front door only to find the last person I want to see sitting on my couch watching television. "What the fuck are you doing in my house Brock?"

"Chill, little bro. Is that any way to talk to your family?"

"We're not family. You gave up that right when you tried to ruin my career."

"What, you're still mad about that little understanding? It's water under the bridge." He waves his hand, dismissing the conversation. "Besides, I need your help with a sensitive matter."

"I'm not helping you so you can get the hell out of my house before I call the police and have you arrested for trespassing." Anger is rolling through my body and I don't know how much longer I can stand here with Brock in my home.

"Come now, you can't be serious with that threat. Your nice old housekeeper let me in, so I'm hardly trespassing. She was so moved by my story about wanting to make amends with my little brother that she let me have all the time I wanted to wait for you."

The thought of Brock having full run of my house makes me sick. I'm going to have to throw out everything, including personal items, and buy new ones. There's no telling what disgusting thing Brock did with my toothbrush.

And poor Margret, I can only imagine what lies Brock told her.

"What do you want Brock?" I give in, knowing the only way to get rid of him is to make him think he's won the argument.

"I want my girlfriend Gemma back. She ran away from me a few months ago, and my private detective tracked her here. But I can't get near her, thanks to those scumbag owners who are taking advantage of my little princess and keeping her under lock and key."

Shit, Brock's ex-girlfriend is Gemma, the sweet ice girl who dates the team's owners? I've seen the four of them together, and there is no way they're going to give her up without a fight.

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