Page 22 of Pucking Secret

Later that night, I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. I can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about Stacey.

I think about what Carson said—that she left before graduation and no one really knows why, and I feel a surge of guilt. She left because of me. That has to be the reason. I broke her heart and then I couldn’t call her to explain. We’d had plans. We were going to go to college and build a life together. We were in love, and not the immature puppy love most teenagers experience. Our love was the real thing, and finding her after allthis time has only reaffirmed that I’ve never felt anything close to what I felt for her for anyone else.

God, seeing her again… it’s stirred up a lot of emotions I’ve been trying to keep at bay for seven years. I never really got over her, and have always wondered where she was and… and who she was with. Now, she’s here, back in my life, and she still makes my heart race and my blood heat.

I can’t believe how amazing she looked after all this time. So soft and beautiful. My cock twitches and I imagine what it would be like to run my hands over her generous curves. With a groan, I lower my hand down into my boxer shorts. As I wrap my fingers around my shaft, I think back to the last time she and I were together. It was a few weeks before I left. I’d driven us deep into the woods, to a little clearing that we’d discovered together and would often sneak away to when we could. I’d been so busy with hockey I hadn’t been able to spend a lot of time with her, and I was hungry for her.

Practically feral.

She’d been wearing a pretty green sundress. Closing my eyes, I let the memory of that night unfurl as I slowly stroke my hardening cock. My hand on her bare thigh, slipping up her skirt… her eager kiss and soft moans as I stroked her wet little pussy…

Fuck, she’d been so warm and soft. I fingered her until she was soaking and she’d worked my cock with her small, soft hand. I imagine it's her hand wrapped around me now, stroking me as she stares up at me with those bright green eyes.

Except, in my imagination, it’s not the eighteen-year-old girl I’d eagerly fucked in the front seat of my car looking up at me. It’s Stacey now. With her soft curves and matured features. She brings my cock to her lips and sucks me deep into her mouth. I groan, jerking myself harder as I fantasize about her taking my cock deep into her throat.

With a long groan, I come, pumping into my fist, wishing it was her mouth I was pouring myself into. Fuck… it’s good, but it’s not enough. I know, even before my orgasm has subsided, that this has only wetted my appetite. I want more.

A heavy exhaustion settles over me. The image of long red hair and bright green eyes continues to float through my mind. I can’t ignore the feelings I still have for her… the desire that still burns through me. I need to talk to her again. To apologize. I’ve gone too long without her in my life, and this could be the second chance I always dreamed we could have.

CHAPTER EIGHT: APOLOGY

STACEY

I’m doingmy best to focus on work and not think about Owen. It’s nearly impossible knowing he’s in this same stadium. Is he thinking about me too?

Shaking my head, I try to push the thoughts away. Seeing him yesterday was a shock to the system, but I have to keep my shit together. I can’t let anyone know how rattled I am by him. People will start asking questions, and the guys on the team are a bunch of gossip whores. They’re going to be curious and want to know about our past. I can’t let that happen. Can’t let anyone figure out that Owen is Millie’s father.

I’m so lost in my thoughts, so focused on trying not to think about Owen, that I don’t notice the front door to the reception area open. I catch movement out of the corner of my eye and look up. My stomach drops and my whole body tenses.

Owen.

His gaze is cautious as he takes me in and inches forward. It’s like he’s approaching a spooked animal.

“Hey,” he softly says. “I was, uh, wondering if we could talk.”

Swallowing, I’m careful to keep my expression neutral as I reply, “I’m sorry, I’m working and I really can’t take time away…”

“Then how about my PT physical?” he quickly asks, switching tactics. “You said we’d need to go over my paperwork and do my physical. How about now?”

I gape at him, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic. “Well… it’s just…”

“Oh, that’s perfect. You can take a little time to get to know the new guy, Stace.”

I jump, startled, and turn to find Janet poking her head out of her office.

“Janet, shouldn’t I finish these reports…?”

She waves her hand dismissively and says, “It’s all right. Go ahead and take care of Owen. Those reports don’t need to be done right away.”

Damn it. I don’t have a good excuse to avoid him if Janet is telling me to drop everything and work with him. It’s okay. I can do this. This was inevitable, after all. I was going to have to work with him eventually. We just need to get through this, and I can handle myself. I’m a grown woman. A professional.

Sucking in a deep breath, I look back at Owen and say in a curt, professional tone, “Okay, let’s go ahead and take care of your review and exam. Follow me.”

My fingers feel stiff around the folder of his medical records and I focus on my breathing, trying to keep it together as we reach a quieter area in one of the unused treatment rooms.

He holds the door open for me, and as I brush past, I can feel his eyes on me. His presence feels too close, too familiar. Crap, this might be a mistake. I can’t really do anything about it though, can I? Grace was right, this is my job and I can’t avoid him. I’m supposed to help take care of the players, and he’s one of the players. I have to be able to work with him.

I take a deep breath and flip open the folder, skimming over the standard physical therapy paperwork, anything to avoid looking directly at him.

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