Page 75 of Suck My Puck

My phone buzzes in my pocket. When I grab it and see a text from Braden, I smile.

Hey, pretty girl. How’s the coffee tasting going?

My smile widens, heartened that he’s thinking me about it.

He left early this morning for an away game in Seattle, before I woke up. I’m honestly surprised he remembered I was doing the tasting today. I figured he’d be so focused on getting ready for the game. It’s really sweet that he thought about me.

Me:So far, so good. I’ve made more in tips after just an hour here than I do working a single night at Spanky’s.

Me: And guess what? I just secured a cool new side gig from this! The ladies here like my coffee so much that they want to pay me a ridiculous amount of money for home-roasted beans! How cool, right?!

Braden:That’s freaking awesome! Way to go!

I smile at my phone at how excited Braden is for me. It feels good to share this news with him and to see him get excited for me.

Braden:Your coffee must be really damn good. Will you make me a cup when I get back?

Me:Sure, but it’ll cost you.

Braden:I’m willing to pay.

Me:Not money ;)

Braden:You want me to pay you in the bedroom, pretty girl?

I send a cheeky smile emoji and bite back a grin while watching those three gray dots appear on the phone screen.

Braden:Your wish is my command

My clit pulses. I put my phone away, refill the almond milk, and try not to think about just how badly I want Braden right now. He’ll be gone for away games for the next few days, so I’ll have to wait a while before we can fool around again.

I think about two nights ago, when we were last together. That was the night that he and his team won against Minneapolis and he waited until the end of my shift at Spanky’s to drive me home. Things between us were super flirty that night, and we were definitely going to hook up after I finished working, but then Braden found out that his dad had badmouthed him on a popular sports podcast.

I think about the broken expression on his face, the sadness in his eyes. How he was so upset that he couldn’t even talk about it at first.

My chest aches just remembering it. A second later, tiny pricks of anger spike up inside of me. I still can’t believe his dad would do something so cruel. What kind of a parent insults his own kid on a public platform like that?

Even though my parents and I aren’t getting along right now, they’d never do something like that to me, ever.

What the hell is wrong with Braden’s dad? How could he treat his son that way?

I think about how after comforting him, we fell asleep cuddling on the couch together. To know that Braden felt comfortable enough with me to be vulnerable, to open upabout the pain he was experiencing, to trust me enough to tell me exactly how he was feeling and what he needed in that moment…it made me feel special. It made me feel like I’m important to him.

Warm courses through me at the same time as sparks fly up my chest. And then I silently remind myself not to get too carried away—not to catch feelings.

I’m Braden’s friend, neighbor, and hookup. Nothing more.

My phone buzzes again with a text. When I pull my phone out of my pocket and skim Braden’s text, a giddy grin splits my face. I bite it back and and attempt to rein in my expression, hoping no one noticed.

But I can’t help it. Braden’s text is driving mewild.

Braden:I’ve got a game tomorrow. You know what that means, don’t you, pretty girl? I need to see you naked and touching yourself on video chat. I need to see you playing with those gorgeous tits and that perfect pussy, crying out my name, until you’re soaking wet and begging to come. Would you do that for me?

I quickly type my reply before I get back to work.

God, yes.

Chapter 27

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