Page 79 of My Pucking Crush

One last glance, I sigh. He’d never come here to play with me.

THIRTY-EIGHT

Max

Being suspended means I can’t participate in morning skate, the team meeting, or go into the locker room.

I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. My eyes slip closed and I touch my cock, remembering Luca jerking me off last night and how I came in my pants so hard, I nearly collapsed. It was all I could handle with the raging flashbacks of Jake fucking with my head.

Right now, all I want are Luca’s lips on mine. On my cock. He’s hot and intense. And not...dirty.

Christ, I’m like a lovesick puppy with a busted lip who can’t stop thinking about my bodyguard.

Luca.

NotLuca, Daniil. I shake that name away. I like Luca or Luc better. But I’m guessing he’ll want his identity back when he returns to his hitman gigs for a mafia organization operating in the Manhattan shadows.

I’m tempted to put on a pair of briefs and find him. Let him see my hard-on. My dick twitches at that, but I’m not going to make it.

I jump into the shower, and bracing against the icy water, I wait for it to warm up to make myself come. Breathing heavily against the shower wall, my shoulders relax when the hot spray soothes my back muscles.

Cleaned up, teeth brushed, but shirtless with track shorts, I wander into the hall. With Luca’s bedroom door cracked open, I see inside. His bed isunmade.

Fury churns my gut. There’s also no trace of his cologne anywhere, and my spine stiffens.

He’s not here. He left and never came home. Where did he go? He’s supposed to be protecting me.

The monitor on my kitchen counter beeps.

Front Door Open. Front Door Open.

When the shadow gets closer, I grab a kitchen knife and raise it. I’m ready to hack into the person when that spicy cologne scent hits me and nearly brings me to my knees.

Luca struts into the kitchen and jumps back at seeing me with a knife. “Where’s Mike?” he asks the code phrase he gave me.

I have two answer choices.

Mike’s at the gym= Someone’s in the apartment.

Or...

Mike’s getting gas= All’s clear.

“No one’s here,” I say instead. “Where the fuck did you go?” I notice a brown paper bag in his grasp.

The aroma of something delicious hits me.

“I called my boss after you went to sleep and told him I had to leave for a few hours.”

Leave. For a few hours. “How could you leave me here alone?”

Luca places the bag on the counter and folds his arms. “For someone who didn’t want a bodyguard, you complain a lot when I’m not around.”

“You convinced me I need one.” I swallow. “What’s in the bag?”

“Where did I go? What’s in the bag?” Luca removes his suit jacket, a gun holstered under his right arm makes him look so damn sexy. “You sound awfully possessive.”

I’m not sure why I’m dying to know where he went. He insisted I need his protection then he leaves me. “Tellme. Please.”

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