Page 82 of Suck My Puck

She grins. “How sweet?”

“When I told him about my new side gig roasting and delivering coffee beans, he sent me this huge bouquet of flowers the next day congratulating me.”

Her brow lifts. “That’s so thoughtful.”

“And he makes me call him after I get done with a shift from Spanky’s so I can talk to him while I walk out to my car. Even if he’s sleeping, he’ll wake up to talk to me, just to make sure I make it home safely.”

Her hand falls to her chest. “This guy sounds amazing.”

I smile so wide my cheeks hurt. “He is.”

My phone buzzes in my apron pocket. I pull it out and see a text from Braden.

Hey. Can you bring your vibrator when you come over tomorrow? I wanna use it when I’m going down on you. I’m aching for you to come hard on my tongue.

My eyes go wide for a split second before I’m able to rein in my expression.

Lauren giggles. I look up and see her right as she looks away from my screen.

“This guy is a sweetheartandhe’s filthy in bed? Jackpot.”

She pats my shoulder and walks back inside. I silently admit that my best friend is right.

My clit pulses thinking about all the dirty things Braden and I will get up to tomorrow when he’s back from Phoenix.

Just then, a naughty idea pops into my head.

I quickly text him my reply before heading back to finish my shift at the coffee shop. The whole rest of the afternoon, I’m giddy, wondering how Braden will respond to the message I just sent him.

Chapter 29

Braden

Itry to keep my expression neutral as I read Bella’s text.

God, yes ;) Will you send me a dick pic so I can get warmed up for you?

I glance around the locker room of the arena in Phoenix. All my teammates are too busy taking off their gear, cleaning themselves up, and talking to each other after we beat the Fireballs to notice me.

I look down at her text again. The corner of my mouth hooks up.

It’s been a long time since someone has asked me for a dick pic. I can’t lie, it’s pretty hot to imagine Bella touching herself while looking at a photo of my hard cock.

After we finish up here at the arena, we’re boarding the team’s private plane for our flight back to Denver. It’ll be the middle of the night by the time I make it home. I don’t want to make her wait that long for something she asked for.

I eye the showers at the far side of the locker room. Some arenas have pisspoor locker rooms for the visitingteam. Thankfully the Fireballs visitor locker room is decent. It’s pretty big, with a dozen private showers.

I strip off my sweaty gear, grab my towel, and wrap it around me. As discreetly as I can, I tuck my phone into my bag with my shampoo and soap, then walk to the showers.

When I make it to the stall, I close the curtain, strip off the towel, hang it up, and grab my phone.

With my free hand, I grip the base of my dick, which is already half-hard at the thought that Bella was bold enough to ask for a photo of my cock.

I close my eyes and lean back against the shower wall. My brain replays the filthy highlight reel from last night.

I picture Bella naked on her bed, her ass in my face. My mouth waters. I picture her on her back, legs spread wide, sliding her dildo into her pussy. I picture her holding her vibrator to her clit, her mouth open as she pants and whimpers.

A rough grunt starts to rip from my throat, but I swallow it back. I open my eyes, listening for anyone outside of my shower stall. But all I hear is water running from the other showers and the sound of the guys laughing and talking in the locker room.

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