Page 43 of Huge Pucking Play

His middle finger continues its maddening circles while his index finger joins in, adding a new dimension to the pleasure building inside me. The sensation has me arching my back, water sloshing over the edge of the tub.

"Sorry about your floor," I manage to say between ragged breaths.

"I couldn't care less about the floor right now," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving my face. "I only care about watching you come apart."

The lavender-scented steam fills my lungs with each gasping breath. Droplets of water cling to his eyelashes, making him look almost ethereal in the candlelight. I'm mesmerized by how he watches me—like I'm the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.

He adjusts his position slightly, his fingers never breaking their rhythm. Then he slides his free hand beneath me, supporting my lower back as I arch against him.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice a deep rumble against my ear. "Let go for me, baby."

His fingers move with perfect precision, circling and stroking. My entire body is tensing, coiling like a spring. My toes curl, my legs tremble.

"I can't—" I gasp, unsure if I'm telling him I can't hold back or I can't bear the intensity.

"You can," he whispers, his lips brushing my temple. "I've got you."

The pressure builds and builds, an exquisite tension that borders on unbearable. I'm clutching his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.

"Garrett, I'm—" My words dissolve into a moan as he increases the pressure just slightly, just enough.

"Look at me," he commands softly. "I want to look into your eyes when you come."

It's almost too intimate, but I force my heavy lids open, meeting his gaze.

The pressure inside me finally explodes, ripping through my body with the force of a freight train. I let out a loud, primal scream as my orgasm hits, leaving me gasping and trembling in its wake.

My breathing finally evens out, and Garrett tightens his arms around me. In this moment, anything and everything feels possible.

Chapter 14

Cyn

Ipour the last drops of the break room coffee into my mug. Adam sits perched on the counter, his legs swinging like an excited child's, a smile stretching across his face that suggests he's about to burst if he doesn't share whatever gossip is bubbling inside him. His chinos and polo are immaculate as always, the creases so sharp they could probably cut through the stale break room donuts no one ever eats.

"You're practically vibrating," I observe, stirring a packet of sugar into my coffee. "Either you've already had four espressos from the cafeteria, or you're dying to tell me something."

Adam clutches his chest dramatically. "Cynthia Lockhart, how dare you suggest I'd drink that swill from the cafeteria?" He holds up his pristine thermos. "This is single-origin Ethiopian, thank you very much."

"Of course it is." I roll my eyes but can't suppress my smile. "So what's got you buzzing, then?"

"New. York. City." Adam punctuates each word by slapping the countertop. "My friends and I did a weekend trip, and oh my God, you would not believe what happened."

I settle into the worn couch against the wall, crossing my legs. The break room smells of burnt coffee and the vagueantiseptic scent that permeates the entire training facility. Outside, I can hear the distant sounds of skates scraping ice, the occasional shout from a coach.

"I'm all ears," I say, grateful for the distraction. My thoughts have been circling around Garrett Hughes since I left his place yesterday morning.

Adam hops off the counter with the grace of a gymnast and plops down beside me. "So, there's four of us, right? Me, Trevor, Kyle, and Marcus. We get this amazing Airbnb in Chelsea – two bedrooms, but whatever, we're not picky."

"Trevor's the accountant?" I ask, trying to keep his friend group straight.

"No, that's Kyle. Trevor's the one who designs those ridiculous chunky sneakers all the teenagers are obsessed with."

"Got it."

"Anyway." Adam takes a sip from his thermos. "We decide to go to this club in Hell's Kitchen that Trevor swears is 'the place to be' right now. It's one of those spots where you need to know somebody who knows somebody just to get past the velvet rope."

I raise an eyebrow. "And one of you knows somebody?"

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