Page 33 of The Puck Decoy

“Brat,” I hiss, using my fingers to pinch her outer thigh and she cries out my name once more.

“Joshua,” Her entire body jolts again, taking me with her, and bringing me closer to those lacey panties I am pretending to not imagine her without.

“That’s it, call out my name, Tink,” I praise. “Let the whole house hear how good a husband I am to you.” Again my words are meant as a joke, but all I can do is stare at those damn goosebumps trailing along her inner thigh.

“That’s it, forget the dick punches, I’m going to slice the damn thing off,” she almost shouts, and I smother my laugh against her skin without thought, making her grasp again.

I’m quick to apologize gruffly before I add, “You know they make plenty of sex toys right? You don’t have to chop my dick off and keep it.” My focus now solely on those damn panties, an image searing itself into my brain for all eternity.

My wife’s pussy is just behind that scrap of fabric.

The thought is maddening.

“Okay, it’s almost there,” she tells me, and I know if we don’t get back to dinner soon, then my father will come looking for us.

I don’t care if he finds us here, but I do care if he finds us in this position. I don’t want anyone seeing Hallie like this, least of all my father.

“Then I guess it’s time for a big finish,” I muse before warning her, “I’m going to touch you, Hals.” Then before my words can really register or I can second guess myself, I lean in and press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, unable to resist it any longer.

“Oh my god,” she squeals, clamping her thighs tightly around my head, giving me a glimpse at heaven, before opening them back up instantly. “Oh my god, sorry, fuck I’m sorry,” she pants, as she knocks something on the desk over. “I’m done, I mean, it’s done, we can go,” she panics, pulling her legs from my shoulders.

I lean back, removing the fabric of her skirt from over my head and placing it neatly back down, and when we lock eyes, her face is stained with a scarlet blush. I can see panic and confusion in her stare, and before it fully takes flight I rise to my feet and lean in, pulling her in for a hug.

“Thank you, Hals, I couldn’t have done this without you,” I tell her honestly, pushing away all thoughts of me on my knees for her, and remembering who she truly is to me.

She isn’t some random hook up, or a fucking bunny desperate to bag a hockey guy. She’s Hallie, my best friend, a steady rock in my life since before I can remember. I can’t fuck that up just because of a buzz of attraction when her legs were wrapped around me, that’s stupid, and unreliable. I don’t look at her like that, I see past the gorgeous exterior, and know the true girl behind those sparkling green eyes, and I won’t ruin that friendship for anything.

Taking the device from her, I slip it back into my pocket, and help her down from my father’s desk, knowing that I will look at it in a whole new light every time I am forced to come in here from now on. With that in mind I look at her and smile as I ask, “Ready to go back to hell with me, Tink?”

Replacing her surprise with a smile, she places her hand in mine and smiles, “I think I’m already there, Peter.”

Once Josh and I made it back to the table with my dignity barely still intact, the rest of the dinner passed without incident. Sure, his father made a snide comment about us looking refreshed when we returned, but thankfully Josh didn’t take the bait. We ate the rest of the food without argument, but not before Hugo delighted in telling us that he has already arranged the annual party they throw for New Year’s every year. I have attended many times, always with Maddie, but this year I am attending as Josh’s significant other, and his father was nice enough to let us know that it will also serve as a wedding party for us both.

Isn’t that just perfect?

It’s Monday now, and having spent last night at home alone reeling over the events of the weekend, mostly concerning whathappened in the Mayor’s home office, and not sleeping a wink, I am dead on my feet by the time I make it to my final class. Which is how Archer finds me with my head slumped on the desk and praying for the next hour to fly by.

“Damn, Sanders, how much newlywed sex did you have?” my friend drawls, throwing himself into his usual spot beside me, and ruffling my hair in a way I have learnt to tolerate from him.

The first time he did it I almost screamed from the shock alone, the second time I barely contained my flinch, yet by the third time I had prepared myself for his friendly onslaught. He didn’t notice that I grit my teeth every time he touched me, but I did notice that like me, he is also wearing a mask. His happy-go-lucky fake persona he puts out into the world is just that, fake. Yet I noticed that he seems to settle down quicker after some sort of physical contact with people, like he needs the comfort. It’s why I let him do it, it’s also why I wasn’t bothered by kissing him during truth or dare on Halloween. Archer Gray is a man whore to everyone who meets him, but to me he is just misunderstood, and I see right through his facade.

“Don’t mess with me today, Arch, I am in no mood,” I warn him, forcing myself to lift my head off the desk to glare at him.

All he does is smirk as he drops a takeout cup of hot chocolate on my desk that has the logo from my favorite campus cafe. “Figured you might be needing this,” he grins, taking a sip from his own before holding it up in silent cheers.

“Archer Gray, I knew there was a reason I kept you around, and it isn’t just for your bad rep and good looks,” I sigh, pulling the cup into my greedy hands and taking a sip, letting it warm me up from the inside out.

“Now, now, don’t go flirting with me, Mrs. Peters, what would your husband say?” he teases, clinking his cardboard cup against my own, and before I can even respond, a shrill voice cuts me off.

“What the hell do you mean, Mrs. Peters?” someone snaps, and when my eyes flick upwards I find the angry stare of a girl in our class.

Brianna Michaels. She is gorgeous and smart, but is more well known for hanging around the hockey team and trying to lock down one of the players. I’ve seen her go after Maddie’s boyfriend Nova at least a hundred times, but I’m pretty sure she has been with all the guys at one point or another, or most of them anyway.

I open my mouth to answer her, but Archer beats me to it. “Didn’t you hear, Hallie and Josh got married over the weekend,” he beams, giving her a wicked look I can’t seem to work out, as I force a smile to my face in preparation to accept another congratulations.

Our wedding announcement ran in the morning paper, with a picture I hadn’t even seen yet, and I am honestly not sure how the Mayor did it so fast, but I can’t be totally surprised. Which is how I found myself accepting well wishes from people all day, some of whom I didn’t even know, but I accepted them all with a smile, and this will be no different.

Yet no well wishes come. Instead, Brianna looks at me distastefully before she laughs. “Yeah right, don’t be ridiculous, as if Josh would ever marryher.”

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