Page 43 of Puck Princess

“You want to dirty the new leather?”

“For you? Anything.”

My heart flutters, but I push him away again. “I’ll let you take me for a ride, but no parking lot sex.”

“Fine.” Owen sighs in disappointment. “I’ll drive you home,youcan ridemewhen we get there, and then I’m driving you back to work tomorrow morning.”

“Can I drive?”

Owen lets out a laugh. “Cute, but not a chance.”

We walk hand in hand through the arena, saying bye to people as we pass. Owen has no reservations about making it obvious that we are a couple. He didn’t before either but now, it’s different. It’s real. It feels real. And it feels right.

I don’t know who all is watching. Or if people are whispering as we make our way out. I don’t really care. Nothing, and no one, is going to ruin this.

We drive with music playing softly through the speakers. I look around at the gigantic screen, the sleek dash, the heated seats and the sunroof. I hate to admit it, but it’s a really nice car. And I don’t hate riding shotgun in it either.

Owen takes my hand and kisses it, smiling over at me at a stop light. “I had a good day.”

“Really? I’m glad.”

“It was long and hard work. The coach has been relentless lately. But it’s over, and I’m with you. That’s all that matters.”

I smile at that.

“How was your day?” he asks.

Terrible. Scary. Stressful. A nightmare attempting to happen.

“It was good. Productive.”

I’m not lying. I’m just leaving a lot out. Like the part about Spencer being a huge landmine that I am going to have to dance around very gracefully if I want to keep everything intact.

But Owen doesn’t need to know about Spencer. Not yet, anyway. Owen is finally starting to relax with work and Summer, and I don’t want to ruin that for me. This day might have been hellish, but it’s over, and the evening is looking promising.

That’s all that matters.

15

OWEN

“Remind me again why we can’t make love in my new car?” I ask as we walk into the apartment complex.

“Because it’s a sports car the size of a jellybean. I don’t think there’s room to make a sandwich, let alone make love.”

“Okay, first of all, no food in my car. Ever. Period. And second, you underestimate my ability to do the dirty in tight places. I happen to be a member of the Mile High Club.”

“Sex in the world’s smallest, least sanitary bathroom. I love that for you.”

Callie is salty as ever right now, but I have plans to turn that frown upside down. Earlier, I got cock-blocked by the threat of people walking in at the arena. Now, it’s parking lot cameras and the laws of physics, but the second we are in my apartment, nothing is going to stop me.

I’ve missed her. I thought her being back at the arena everyday would mean seeing her more, but between running drills, watching tape, and paying for the way I stood up to Coach infront of the whole team about the Callie situation, we’ve barely seen each other.

As soon as we are inside, I toss my keys aside and reach for her. But she ducks out of my grasp.

“I have to pee.”

“You sure know how to set the mood,” I grumble, even though the mood was set the second I walked in her office. My dick is so tight in my pants, it might rip the seams.

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