Page 12 of Puck Right Off

“Yeah, but that’s the second time I’ve made a bad impression on you in one day.” His eyes drop to my lips, and I swallow hard, wondering what it would be like if he closed the distance and tasted me.

Stop it. He’s a jock who fucks puck bunnies. You’re not in his league.

“Jordyn.” The way he says my name has my attention snapping back to him. “Are you okay?”

No. But your dick could fix what ails me. “Yes. I’m fine,” I squeak, causing him to raise his brows skeptically.

Way to go. Now he’s really gonna think you’re strange.

“Are you sure?”

Goddamn. Did I imagine that he leaned closer, interest flaring in his eyes?

“Uh-huh. I’m sure.”Yeah, that’s why my voice sounds like I’m practicing for a job as a phone sex worker.

“Okay.” He leans against my door, trapping me against it. “If you need anything, just ask me.”

My mouth is as dry as the Sahara Desert, which is ironic because my pussy is so wet, I’m soaking my panties. If I stripped them off, I could probably wring them out.

Taking a deep breath, I slowly exhale, trying to get myself under control. It’s impossible with him leaning over me, his arm propped against the door frame like one of my book boyfriends. My imagination runs wild, picturing him grabbing my throat and devouring my mouth like he owns me.

“Jordyn. I’m gonna need you to say something.” He pins me with his intense green eyes. “Use your words.”

Oh, I’d like to use my mouth but not to speak any words.

“Umm… O-okay,” I finally stammered. “What was the question?”

The flirty smirk that curls his lips makes all reason flee from my head, and I melt into a puddle at his feet. “I said?—”

The front door slams, and Tristan jumps back. Avoiding my gaze, he runs a hand through his hair before his eyes meet mine. “Guess I’d better go. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

I nod. “Fine,” I squeak out, biting my lip.

“Goddamn, I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he mutters, eyes locked on my mouth. He looks down the hallway asJosh’s footsteps on the stairs reach my ears. “I’ve gotta get outta here. See ya.”

I slump against my door frame as he walks away, my eyes following his every move. When he steps through his doorway, he looks over his shoulder, and the look he gives me incinerates my clothing, leaving me naked and exposed.

Then he steps inside and shuts the door while I burn into a pile of ashes.

As Josh’s footsteps grow louder, I slip into my room, quietly shutting the door. Heading to my laptop, I hit the mousepad, waking it up, and put on some music. Then I grab my cell phone and crawl onto my bed. Pressing the button to dial my best friend, Chelsea, rolling onto my back, waiting for her to answer.

“Hey, blondie. How’s life at Weston Heights?”

“Ugh. I don’t know how to answer that.” Pulling my legs up, my wet panties make me uncomfortable, so I spread my legs slightly.

“Oh, this sounds good.” I hear her moving around, then the slam of her door. “Tell me about it as I get a frozen mocha. I have a feeling I’m gonna need it.”

“I miss frozen mochas from Katie’s Coffees.” I pout as I envision the coffee shop across the street from my old apartment.

Chelsea laughs. “Yeah, but from the tone of your voice, you have more than frozen coffee on your mind.” The sound of her footsteps descending the stairs fills my ears. “What’s Tristan like?”

Hot. Muscular. Sexy as hell. Huge cock.“Complicated,” I finally say.

“Complicated, huh? So you wanna fuck him.”

“Chelsea Renee Brady. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“Nah, she kisses my father, and eww. Now that I thinkabout it, I can’t remember the last time they kissed. Or the last time I’ve seen them.”

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