Page 49 of Grumpy Puck

What the fuck?

I’m wide awake again, but Calliope’s breathing is slow and even.

She’s copping a feel in her sleep.

Fuck me.

This time around, progressive muscle relaxation doesn’t help, so I practice another technique that was taught to us by that same shrink: deep breathing.I inhale air all the way down to my throbbing dick, then exhale it slowly.My next breath is slower and deeper, and the one after that even more so.

Eventually, I start to drift off—and of course, this is when Calliope drapes herself over me, like the world’s sexiest scarf.

I freeze, not daring to move.She smells so fucking good.And she’s so warm and soft.And is that a plump breast pushing against my side?

Oh, fuck.I’m going to blow if I don’t move away this very second.

But I don’t move.

I can’t.

I should.

Fuck, I really need to.

I drag in a breath, gather all my willpower, and gently extricate myself from underneath her sleeping, soft, feminine form.

Panting like I’ve just skated around the rink fifty times, I flop onto my back and attempt to restart the deep breathing exercises.I throw in muscle relaxation as well and visualize myself winning tomorrow’s game.

I don’t know how much time passes or which technique works, but finally, I go under.

“Hey,” says a sensual voice inside my dream.“You’re on top of me.”

I open my eyes to the dimly lit room.

Fuck.

On top of her is maybe an exaggeration, but I am spooning her, with my arm wrapped around her body, my palm cupping her soft breast, and my very hard dick pressed against the perfection that is her ass.

Gritting my teeth, I pull away.“I didn’t wake you whenyoudraped yourself all over me.”

She rolls over to face me, eyes glinting.“I did no such thing.”

“You also touched my ass,” I growl.“And I didn’t wake you up at that point either.”

“Touched your ass?”She scoffs.“In your dreams.”

Wet dreams, for sure.Fuck.I can’t think in that direction.“Can I get some sleep now?I’ve got a big game tomorrow.”

“I’m a mascot at that same game.”

It’s my turn to scoff.“Sure.Those are equally demanding jobs.”

She scoots closer and jabs a finger in my face.“My job is just as important as yours.”

I grab her wrist before she can poke my eyes out—depth perception is pretty important in hockey.“Calm down.”

“Calm down?”she shouts.“You’re unbearable.”

A bear reference after I told her why they bother me so much?

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