Page 11 of Puck Prince

“How ya doin’?” he asks cockily.

I can’t breathe. Words are hard. But speaking of hard… “Is that all you got?”

Owen stops dead and his mouth curls into a grin.

He bolts up, taking me with him, and marches into his room where he tosses me on the bed. He rips the nightstand drawer open, pulls out a condom, and opens it with his teeth. It’s a fast and fluid motion. Pants down, condom on, jersey off. The next thing I know, he’s on top of me, caging me again. A quick look from him and a nod from me, and he tugs my thong off and I feel him inside of me.

Hard. Throbbing. Hot. Thick.

“Oh, fuck me,” he lets out, getting his bearings before thrusting deeper. I gasp, realizing that I might just come again already. And again. “You feel so good.”

“Harder,” I tell him.

Owen comes to his knees and grabs me by the hips, yanking me up to him, holding me there while he slides in and out, harder and harder, crashing into that fiery spot deep inside of me that most men never know how to find.

“Owen…”

“Are you going to come for me again?” he taunts.

“That depends. Are you going to come for me?”

Owen bears down with a ferocious grunt. He thrusts until I can see his abs engaged, I can feel the friction inside of him, swelling up and up and bigger and bigger…

Until everything releases and we both come completely the fuck apart.

4

OWEN

I can’t help the smile on my face as I make my way to the fridge for another cold one. My hair is a mess, my dopamine is through the roof, and I feel pretty damn good. As I pop the cap and take a swig of the icy, golden goodness, I let out a contented sigh.

I have to admit: despite the endless lineup of women that have passed in and out of my apartment in the last couple months, it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex that great.

I lean back against the counter, my eyes on the bathroom door. Callie needed to freshen up. Get her land legs back. I gifted her a pair of gym shorts and even offered a jersey to wear over her thin tank top. Let no one say I’m not a gentleman.

Although, the need for a new outfit is at least fifty percent my fault. The top fifty percent. Her tank is… stretched out now. A little torn. There could be teeth marks.

Whoops.

I pull my phone out, my thumb hovering over the text thread with Lance. He said I needed to “have fun.” The details of thisevening would not disappoint. Might even earn me aGoddamn, brother! That’s what I’m talking about!But something holds me back. Something makes my smirk fade a bit.

Normally, I’d brag.

Normally, I’m one and done.

Normally, I’d send the girl on her way, head light and legs heavy.

This time wasn’t the norm.

This girl… isn’t my norm.

“What planet are you lost on?” Callie’s voice breaks into my thoughts, actually making me jump.

“Fuck. What?”

She gives me an odd look and sort of laughs. “You doing alright there, champ?”

I stand up straight and saunter over in her direction—no shirt, abs on display, sweatpants hanging low on my hips. “I’m great. Why wouldn’t I be?”

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