Page 38 of Suck My Puck

My clit jumps. I think about how I was on the verge ofhaving an orgasm and he stopped everything to make me beg for his dick.

I was pissed. But god, it was hot.

Every day since our hookup, I’ve masturbated to the memory of it. I can’t help it. My body is still so turned on.

I think about how I was aching for another round with Braden, despite my self-imposed rule. I even gave a half-assed excuse, saying it was late, thinking he’d see right through it and keep fooling around with me. But he didn’t. He ended things and left.

I was shocked. But then I saw it. That teasing look in his eyes. I realize now why he did that. To screw with me. To call my bluff, to get me to be the one to admit that I was willing to break my “one time only” rule for him.

But I didn’t. I let him leave. It was like we were playing some sexy game of chicken.

I haven’t been able to get him out of my mind since then. I even looked him up online. I read his Wikipedia page and his stats on the Denver Bashers team website. Braden is one of the top goalies in the league.

I clear my throat and look at Lauren, who’s staring at me expectantly. I tell her about how it all started with an argument the other night here at Spanky’s and how some random drunk guy fell into me, causing me to fall against Braden’s mouth…which led to a surprisingly hot kiss.

“I took Braden to my place, and we made out on my couch. And then, um, I dry-humped him until I came. And then he watched me play with my vibrator and dildo while jerking off. And then I finished him with my hand while he finished me with his.”

Her jaw falls open. “Holy hell.”

I steal a sip of her club soda, needing to cool off. “But it was a one-time thing.”

Lauren’s brow wrinkles. “Why?”

“What do you mean, ‘why?’ You know my rules. Whenever I have a random hookup with a guy, I only do it once. That’s it. And I’m already breaking one of my rules. I swore to myself I’d never be with another hockey player. I can’t break two.”

Lauren rolls her eyes and laughs. “Oh my god. Bella, come on. Don’t deprive yourself of another insanely hot hookup because of some silly rule you made up for yourself.”

I frown. “It’s not silly. I could never be with another hockey player, not after what Matt did to me. I mean, I wasn’t even going to watch another hockey game ever, and now I’m messing around with a hockey player.”

Lauren’s angelic face twists in sympathy. She grabs my hand. “I know. And I get it. But hey, you’re not dating this Braden guy. It’s okay if you just wanna have a good time with him every once in a while. Why restrict yourself?”

I think about what she’s said. Technically she’s right. I can do whatever I want.

Just thinking about hooking up with Braden again makes my pussy ache.

She downs the rest of her club soda and checks the time on her phone. “I should go. Dinner with the in-laws tonight. Don’t wanna be late. ”

“Thanks for stopping by to hang out for a while during my shift,” I say. I lean over the bartop and hug her.

She walks out of Spankys. For the next twenty minutes, I check on the tables and the customers at the bar.

I’m in the middle of pouring a whiskey and Coke when I look up and see two familiar-looking women walk to the big table in the back. It takes me a second before I remember them from last week. They’re the ones who werehanging out with Braden and his teammates. The puck bunnies.

I instantly shut down any lingering thoughts about Blomdahl. No way do I want to hook up with him again when he’s got these women waiting in the wings.

The tall blonde walks over to me and smiles. Wow. She’s stunning.

“Could I get a pitcher of IPA, please?” she asks.

I offer a polite smile. “Yeah, of course.”

I fill a pitcher and hand it to her. When she gives me her credit card, she pauses and smiles. “How are things going between you and Blomdahl?”

“Sorry?”

She chuckles. “He told us that you’re his neighbor. And that your first time meeting went a little rough.”

“He did?”

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