Page 5 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

He yanks my sweats and panties down in one move. “Yes. Very much so.Now, let me have a proper taste,beautiful.”

I gasp loudly at the first swipe of his tongue. But when he inserts three fingers inside of me and sucks my nub into his mouth, I’m a believer. He’s already obliterating not only my pussy, but my entire being.

CHAPTER 4

RYAN

I’m always prepared.Always. But tonight, I wasn’t thinking, and sure as shit, I wasn’t banking on June letting me near her again. But she did, even though I still haven’t told her why I was a jerk to her yesterday.

Now isn’t the time to confessthough. The news that my mother is dying is not something I want to bring up when we just received good news about the team.

I’m sitting on my bench, texting Jake and Lachy in the group chat and hoping they’ll be able to reply soon, when June returns from the restroom. My head snaps up, and the world seems to go off-kilter. Everything becomes brighter when she’s around. She’s sunshine in a cup, and I want to drink her up every fucking day and night. Is that what falling in love feels like?

She’s wearing a pair of old sweatpants and a T-shirt, but she’s the sexiest woman in the world. My pulse accelerates, something that happens often in her presence. I smile as euphoria sweeps over me.

“What are you smiling about?” she asks.

“Just happy to see you.” I reach over with my good arm and take her hand. “Come here.”

“I was gone for only a minute.”

“Too fucking long.”I kiss her belly, making her giggle and squirm. “Oh my God. Are you ticklish?”

“No.”She tries to move away, but I snake my arm around her waist, keeping her in place.

“How did I not know you’re ticklish?”

“I’m not,”she insists, but the corners of her lips tilt up.

I arch a brow, then kiss her belly again.

“Stop it,”she says through laughter.

Grinning from ear to ear, I say, “Oh, this is good. Wait until I tell the boys.”

“You’re evil, Bertrand.”

My brows arch. “Bertrand? No one calls me by my last name, not even the guys on the team.”

“Oh. What do they call you then?”

I shake my head. “I have the worst nickname.”

She frowns. “It can’t be that bad.”

“It’s Gosling.”

Her pretty eyes widen. “As in Ryan Gosling?”

I nod. “Yup.”

“How did they come up with that nickname?”

“They said I looked like a movie star, and since my name is Ryan and I’m from Canada...”

“Wait. You’re Canadian?”Her voice rises in pitch. “How did I not know that?”

I laugh. “That’s a good question. Are you saying you didn’t google me?”

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