Page 3 of Puck Right Off

“Eww. Not even then.” She glances over my shoulder at the brunette behind me, her smile faltering. I’d been so lost in the golden-haired goddess laughing at me that I’d forgotten about her.

I want her attention back on me in the worst way.“I’ve been tryin’ to quit. It’s a hard habit to break.”

Her gaze moves back to my face, and a laugh bursts from her lips. “Good luck with that. I’ll be sure to avoid shaking hands with anyone holding a condom so I don’t become an addict.” She pushes a lock of hair away from her face, and myeyes follow her movements like a stalker watching their obsession.

“Good idea.” I wink at her, feeling more relaxed and in control than I have in weeks. I suck in a deep breath and hold it before exhaling, marveling at the sensation.I can breathe again.It feels so fucking glorious not to have a bolder crushing my chest, preventing my lungs from expanding with air.

I can’t resist checking her out. She looks put together but not overdone in the red, sleeveless top and dark blue skinny jeans that hug every delectable curve. I grin at the Converse sneakers on her feet before my eyes trail back up her body, locking with her slightly dazed aqua eyes. The tension crackles in the air between us. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.

Fuck, what would it be like to touch her?

She shifts her weight, unease in her rigid posture, and I scramble to find the words to make her relax again. “Can I help you with your luggage so you can get settled in your room?”

Jordyn’s lip sinks into her teeth as her eyes move to something beside me. Unease travels through me as I take in the furious brunette beside me. Her long red talons dig into my skin as she curls her hand around my arm. Her expression transforms into sultry desire as she bats her lashes at me. “You don’t want me to go, Tristan. Why don’t we go upstairs and finish what we started?”

I lift a brow, not impressed with the show she’s putting on. I’ve seen her type in the two years I’ve played hockey at Weston Heights. She’s the devil, masquerading as a sultry angel. Once she gets her hooks in you, she’ll bleed you dry.

My brows draw together from annoyance as I shrug away from her touch. “I need to help Jordyn unload her vehicle. Her stepbrother isn’t here, and?—”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Jordyn interrupts, her cheeks pink asour attention shifts to her. Shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot, she shrugs. “I’ll wait until Josh arrives.”

Wrong answer, kitten. I’m helping you.

My gaze narrows on hers, causing her to fidget with the ends of her golden locks. “I don’t mind at all. Let’s get your things.”

“Oh, I really don’t wanna interrupt…” Big aqua eyes shoot over to the brunette pouting at my side.

“See. She can wait.” The brunette’s whining voice is like nails dragging down a chalkboard.

What the hell is her name again?Her name is lost in the endless sea of puck bunnies trying to get my attention. I’ve ignored her until today when she caught me at my lowest point.

“I don’t mean to be a bother.” The way Jordyn’s voice shakes, her eyes dropping to the floor, pisses me off. I narrow my eyes, studying her closer. When her gaze lifts, she twirls a lock of hair around her finger, an envious look on her face as her eyes trail over the brunette.

No fucking way.Does she believe this tramp is superior to her?I’ve known the brunette long enough to get a blowjob and for her to start riding my dick. I’ve known Jordyn for a much shorter span of time, but I’m certain of one thing—there’s no comparison. Jordyn has more class in her pinkie than the puck bunny has in her entire body.

“You’re not a bother.” I hurriedly reassure her before the brunette can open her big trap again and ruin everything. “I’m sure Julie won’t?—”

“My name’snotJulie,” the brunette snaps, venom in her tone.

Oops.I wrack my brain, trying to think of what her name is.Jessica? Jennifer? Jenna?I gulp, running a hand through my hair, panicking that this was happening in front of Jordyn.Sheprobably thinks I bang anyone who has a pussy. Shit, this is terrible.

“Sorry, Jessica?” I cringe, shooting in the dark and hoping to score a goal. But from the look on her face, I didn’t even make it to the net.

She’s fuming so badly, I’m surprised smoke isn’t rolling from her ears. “My name isnotJessica. It’s Janelle,” she hisses through clenched teeth. “Un-fucking-believable.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Jordyn turn away, shoulders shaking from laughter.Is she laughing because she thinks I’m such a man whore I have no idea who I’m fucking?

Janelle shakes her head, then jabs her finger into my chest. “I did this as a favor to Josh, and you don’t even know my damn?—”

“Wait a fucking minute. What do you mean by ‘a favor to Josh?’ What the hell did he ask you to do?”

She dismissively waves her hand. “Seriously? You’re worried about that? You should be crawling on your knees, begging for my forgiveness for not knowing my name after I gave you amazing head.”

Anger flares inside my chest, spreading outward like unrestrained embers from a fire. “Crawling on my knees? The way you sucked my dick wasn’t that great. Certainly not enough to make me get on my knees, let alone beg you for anything.” Folding my arms over my chest, I glare at her.

She huffs, her face turning red. But I’m not finished with her yet. “Now tell me. What. Favor. Did. You. Do. For. Josh?”

“Um, I’m gonna go get my luggage.” Jordyn’s quiet voice cuts through the fog of rage that’s descended over me. I spin around, opening my mouth to tell her I’m coming with her, but she’s already out the door.

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