Page 42 of My Pucking Crush

Breathing heavily, Luca slips off his watch and places it on one of the nightstands. “Good to know.”

He goes into the bathroom and closes the door. It feels like a slap in the face. Even though I don’t know what the hellIwant.

I glance at the king-size bed thinking we need a pillow wall to stop wandering hands in the middle of thenight from finding their way around swollen dripping cocks from wet dreams.

When Luca comes back into the bedroom, I can’t help but keep talking to the guy. “Look. I guess I’m not a cuddler.”

Luca laughs, strutting to his suitcase. Folding his pants on a hanger, he says, “I kick in my sleep, so good thing.”

“Face away from me then, if you can.” I laugh, too. “I kind of need all my limbs unbruised.”

“No problem. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

While he’s in there, I get into bed, still naked. If he comes back to bed wearing briefs, we’re safe.

Yeah right.

I lay on my back, heart still pounding. I just kissed my bodyguard. A man.

And I fucking loved it.

Not sure how much time has passed, but I go on spiked alert feeling the mattress dip. Twisting, I say, “Is that side okay?”

Fuck, he’s naked... I keep my eyes on his, though.

“I’m a single guy, there’s no side really. It’s all the same.”

“Okay.” I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I realize I’ve been clinging to one edge.

Why do I do that? Had Uncle Harris snuck into my bed after that trip and raped me again? Had I blocked it all out?

Fuck, all these memories are finding their way back and I hate it.

I shake them off and turn away.

Luca is a manwhore who uses clubs and doesn’t need a mess of a guy mooning over him.

TWENTY-TWO

Luca

My heart pounds in such a chaotic rhythm, I fear I might code right here in the bed. IkissedMax Ryan. While he jerked off. We jerked off together. After years obsessing over him, wondering, and hoping, I got my wish. He wants me.

It feels surreal.

He’s all I want. All I think about. Obsess about.

Here we are.

Fuck, that was a great kiss. Fresh and sincere. Not practiced or going through the motions. For a guy who’s never kissed a man, he was fantastic. His lips were firm and warm, opening and closing with no hesitancy.

Max swallowed my moans, and I didn’t feel ashamed, showing what he did to me. He’s so new at this, I have to take it slow. Whatever the hell ‘it’ is.

Max faces away from me and man, that stings. Guess I’m notgood enoughto cuddle. What the hell am I saying?

I lift the top cover, keeping a sheet between us. Like that would stop my cock from punching a hole in one flimsy layer of cotton to fuck him if he begged me.

Christ, this is going to be a long postseason.

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