Page 24 of The Puck Player

The silence between us is slightly awkward, and when we reach her front door, she moves straight to unlock it, stepping across the threshold, as if she is desperate to get away from me. “Thanks for making sure I got home safe,” she starts, just as a loud feminine moan echoes throughout the apartment, and we both freeze.

“I guess they’re not done,” I laugh in response, and I watch as the blush starts to creep up her neck and across her breasts.

Fuck. What I would do to be the one putting those stains there.

“It’s okay, I’ll just ignore them,” she rushes out, reaching to close the door.

“Or start your own one-woman show in your room in response,” I joke with a wink, but then she pauses and looks at me in confusion, and I watch as her eyes dance between my own before my meaning registers, and she blushes even harder with a cringe. “Let me guess, you don’t do that either, do you?” I sigh, feeling like a prick for even suggesting it.

“Nope,” she laughs, and I stamp down on the images of all the ways I could teach her to touch herself.She isn’t fucking yours, Alexander.“Not because it’s against the rules or anything,” she quickly adds. “I just don’t really know where to start,” she admits, trailing off before her eyes go wide as she realizes what she just said. “And I don’t know why I am talking to you about this, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go inside and smash my head into a wall. Goodnight.”

This time she slams the door in my face and all I can do is stare at it in disbelief, because what the fuck am I doing? She’s a virgin, she has a boyfriend, she has told me multiple times she is not interested in me, and she has a ring on her damn finger that signifies abstinence. There is no realm where she and I are ever going to be a possibility, so again what the fuck am I doing?

I tip my head back to the ceiling and let out a groan, before turning on my heel and going back the way I came.

When I get back to the house I can hear Archer and Daemon groaning in the kitchen, and I roll my eyes as I bypass them and head straight to the stairs. Seems everyone is fucking tonight except me. It’s Friday night after a winning fucking game, and instead of finding some nameless girl to bounce on my cock, I had a perfectly lovely PG dinner with Aubree and then dropped her home like a fucking gentlemen. Fuck. It’s been weeks since I even looked at another girl, let alone fucked one, and all Aubree has managed to fuck is my head.

Why her?

Why the fuck am I trying to pursue someone who isn’t available? I don’t even do girlfriends, so why the fuck do I care? She doesn’t want me, she already has a boyfriend, and will never see me as more than a friend at best. I need to forget about her and go back to fucking the hockey girls, at least with them it’s easy and simple, no feelings involved.

When I get into my room my phone rings, cutting into my thoughts, and when I pull it from my pocket and spy Duchess’ name, I smile as I answer. “There’s my favorite little criminal,” I tease, and I swear I can hear her rolling her eyes at me from here. She is more than used to me and my bullshit, and we did originally meet when we shared a night in jail.

“I’m sure I will be your favorite when you hear what I have to say,” she replies, and I can hear the teasing glint in her tone as I kick off my shoes.

“Is it that you and Lizzie think about me when you’re fucking, because that would definitely give my ego a much needed boost.” Lizzie is her girlfriend, and though she knows I’m only joking, she still curses me out.

“Don’t make me hang up on you, you disgusting asshole, or you won’t get your gift,” she snaps, losing her patience, and I know her well enough to know she isn’t kidding. One time I pissed her off, she hung up on me and blocked my number for five fucking days.

“Okay, okay, to what do I owe the pleasure of this phone call, my sweet puppet master?” I ask, slipping off my watch and jumping on my bed so I can lean back against the pillows.

“Overkill, but I’ll allow it, since I know you’re probably still drowning in the friend zone right now,” she snaps back, and I let out a huff.

“Eurgh, please don’t talk about Miss Callows right now, I’ve had a hell of a night,” I groan, trying not to think about Aubree’s perfect, untouched body, and the way it would move beneath mine.

“Even if said Miss Callows is currently stalking your social media?” she asks, and I snap upright in my bed.

“What?” I ask, needing her to say it again, but already moving off my bed towards my desk where my laptop sits.

“Oh yeah, I got the alert a couple of minutes ago, and she’s about six months deep into your Insta feed right now,” she says, nothing but delight in her tone, and my heart begins to pound in my chest, as my laptop comes to life.

“Mirror your screen with mine,” I demand, and I hear a few clicks and keyboard taps before Duchess shares what’s on her screen with me, and I see a window that has my Instagram feed open. Aubree is now at my spring break pictures from last year, swiping through the photo dump I shared, and when it pauseson a picture of me alone, standing shirtless on the beach, I can’t help but ask, “Is that a glitch?”

“Nope, she is just taking her time leering at that perfect god-like body of yours,” she muses, sounding completely disgusted, but it doesn’t matter, because the longer Aubree lingers, the harder my cock gets.

“I’ve gotta go,” I snap, not even giving her a chance to say goodbye before I hang up the phone, and then I watch in fascination as Aubree stalks all my pictures, only lingering on the ones where I am photographed alone.

I’m not out of the race. Game fucking on.

I open up another window, sizing it so I can still see her stalking capabilities, and then I navigate my way to the website I need. I take my time appraising all the toys, adding multiple ones to my basket, along with a few other things, and when my phone dings with a text I already know who it’s going to be.

Duchess - You’re disgusting but you have impeccable taste

Alexander - I don’t pay you to stalk me

Duchess - Nope I do that for free entertainment for Lizzie and I when we’re bored

Alexander - You’ve both got tits, you should never be bored

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