Page 2 of Puck Right Off

His hands slide to her ass, squeezing it, while his gravelly voice grunts out, “Fuck yeah, baby. You’re riding my cock so good.”

Holy shit.I bite my lip as the arousal courses through me.Why am I getting so wet from his words? Maybe it’s the sexy way he bites his lip, his intense eyes focused solely on her.

She moans in response, changing the rhythm and movement of her hips, bouncing up and down on him like a damn porn star. Envy surges through me as I take in her shiny, perfectly styled hair, lightly bronzed skin, and perky ass. Even naked, she exudes an aura that screams rich, popular, and gorgeous. The type of girl that has enough confidence for three people.

Tristan arches up, thrusting into her, emitting a moan that causes more moisture to soak my panties. I shift my weight, squeezing my thighs together, which ends up being a big mistake. The movement causes my duffle bag to swing wildly against my side. I grab it, but it slides through my sweaty fingers, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Horrified, I stare at the offending duffle bag. My cheeks burn as I slowly die from the humiliation coursing through me.

CHAPTER 2

Tristan

“Fuck,” I yell, pushing the busty brunette from my lap as I scramble for my sweatpants on the floor. The brunette who was riding me screeches, whether from embarrassment or because I just shoved her off my dick, I have no idea.

“I’m so sorry,” I splutter, my apologetic eyes lifting to find a gorgeous blonde staring at the floor like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. Her cheeks are scarlet as she bites her lip.Goddamn, she’s stunning.

Tearing the condom from my dick, I yank my sweatpants over my hips. “You must be Josh’s stepsister, Jordyn.” Running my non-condom-holding hand through my hair, I choke out words that sound like an accusation, although that’s not my intention. “You’re early.”

“Mmm hmm.” She crosses her arms over her chest, daring to peek at me beneath long black lashes. “Sorry about interrupting.” She gestures between me and the brunette, who I’d forgotten about.

I open my mouth to reply, but the brunette appears at my side, her arms crossed over her naked chest. Her bottom lipjuts out in a pout as she stares at me, her expression pinched. “Aren’t we going to finish?”

I gape at her like she’s lost her damn mind.What the fuck? Did she seriouslyask me that?

Releasing a sigh of impatience, I run my hand through my hair again. Why the hell did I listen to Josh when he told me to fuck the pain away?

The brunette sighs heavily. “We could go upstairs to your?—”

“No.Hell no.” The thought of her being in my bedroom is horrifying. That’smyspace, and there’s no way I’m letting her in there.

She glares at me before opening her mouth, but I cut her off before she can speak.

“Get dressed,” I snap, my eyes raking over her naked body. “It’s time for you to leave.”

“What?” she screeches like a bat, her eyes wide. “You’re kicking me out.”

I glare at her before turning my attention to the blonde frozen in the doorway, her eyes darting between me and the brunette.I need to do some serious damage control.

The problem is my brain isn’t functioning the way it should be. Lack of sleep from the nightmares that plague me causes it to short circuit as I blankly stare at her shocked face. Or maybe the fact that she’s so beautifully innocent has me tongue-tied.

While I stand there, mutely staring at her, she shifts her weight uncomfortably, biting her lip and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt like she’d rather be elsewhere. I can’t say I blame her. I’ve never walked in on two strangers fucking on the couch.

“I’ve forgotten my manners in the…umm… chaos. I’m Tristan Harrington.” Stepping closer to her, I hold out my hand, marveling at the golden-haired goddess in front of me. She’s far classier than the brunette angrily dressing behind me, muttered curses and huffs coming from her lips. I ignore her, mesmerized by the wide-eyed beauty in front of me, my heart sinking as she stares at me, blinking in disbelief.

Can things get any fucking worse?

Her gaze drops to my outstretched hand, and a giggle escapes her lips before she slaps a hand over her mouth. I look down at my outstretched hand, horrified by what I see.Oh, hell. That’s the hand with the condom in it.

Fuck, I’m an idiot.

The blonde laughs harder, no longer bothering to hide it. I’m baffled, which is so unlike me.

Shoving the condom in the pocket of my sweatpants, I duck my head, peeking up at her. “Sorry about that. I forgot I was still holding it.”

“I think I’ll pass on the handshake.” She flashes me a reassuring smile. “I’m Jordyn Reese. Nice to meet you, Tristan.” Her musical voice swirls around me, captivating me in her spell. My heart pounds so fast that my limbs are weak.

“I don’t blame you. I’m not in the habit of shaking hands with anyone holding a used condom. Maybe if it’s unused and still in the wrapper…” I shrug one shoulder, a teasing smile on my face.

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