Page 9 of Dirty Pucking Tease

Holy fuck, that had never happened before. I'd never ever come so hard grinding myself against a girl.

"Omigod," she panted as she slid her hand out of her panties. I had to know, to know what she tasted like.

My fingers curled around her wrist. She rolled to her back, and her breath hitched as she watched me bring her soaking fingers to my lips. My eyes locked on hers, and my tongue slipped out and across her fingers before I sucked two of them through my lips, cleaning every ounce of her off them. Her gaze flicked to my lips as her mouth gaped open. She tasted even sweeter than I thought.

After tonight, she probably wouldn't be scared of intimacy anymore. I'd hoped she wouldn't because I was not sure if I could keep my hands off her if she ended up back in my bed again. I hadn't expected to feel like this after, like hearing wasn't enough anymore. Now, I needed to see her come like I needed to be the reason she came.

I was so fucked.

Standingat the foot of my bed, freshly showered, I watched Kaia sleep peacefully in my bed. Last night, we'd crossed a line, and now there was no going back, and I wasn't entirely sure how to deal with it.

"Hey," I whispered, strolling around the side of the bed. She didn't move. "Get up." Nothing. I didn't typically have to kick girls out of my bed the following morning because I never invited them to stay. I usually made it clear from the beginning that we fucked, and they left. For some reason, I didn't want Kaia to leave last night, but now I was sober, and she had to go.

Grabbing the pillow under her head, I jerked out from under her. "What the..." She shot up, her gaze flashing to me. She rolled her eyes, falling back onto the mattress.

"You weren't supposed to actually sleep in here.” I tossed the pillow at her.

Leaning up on her arms and letting the pillow fall to the floor, she pinched her face. "You told me to."

"What if someone saw you?" I shoved my hands in the pockets of my sweats.

"Seriously," she hissed. "You told me to stay."

"I was drunk."

"Here I was," she growled, throwing the blanket off her, "worried it might be awkward this morning." She rolled out of my bed, only wearing her tank and tiny lacy thong. "But nope, you're still the same asshole." She reached down, ripping her shorts and bra off the ground, not bothering to cover herself. Ifought the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. She'd never been a morning person.

"Do you still want my help?" I smirked.

"Are you bipolar?" she muttered, cutting through the bathroom to her room.

"Is that a no?" I laughed, following her.

Blowing out an exaggerated sigh, she spun around. "Yes, I want your help. I thought we established that last night."

"I was drunk."

"So you don't remember..." she trailed off. I remembered everything. The way she tasted, the way she sounded, the way she felt against me, but because that couldn't happen again, I decided to lie, making this all less awkward.

"No," I lied. Hurt flashed across her pretty face, and I wanted to kick myself. "Do you work today?" I quickly changed the subject. She shook her head. "I have classes this morning and practice after. We can talk about a plan tonight." She nodded. "Listen, this stays between us, okay?" Pressing her lips into a thin line, she nodded. "Even from Camryn." She hesitated for a moment but then nodded again. The last thing I needed was for everyone to know my business with Kaia, and Camryn already knew too much.

I spentthe rest of the day unable to focus on a fucking thing. I failed the test I'd been studying for the past two weeks because the only thing I could think about was how Kaia sounded last night when she came.

Fuck...

My skates glided effortlessly across the ice as I skidded to a stop and dropped the puck, lining it up. I was early, but I needed to work off some pent-up energy before practice started. I slapped the puck with my hockey stick, using every ounce of built-up aggression to hit it as hard as I could, sending it soaring across the ice.

"Oh good," Owen muttered sarcastically. "You're in a good mood for once." I rolled my eyes. "Want to talk about it before practice? Before Coach benches you for the next game because you have anger issues."

I snorted a laugh. "Coach can't afford to bench me," I snapped, dropping another puck and lining my stick up with it.

"Seriously, man.” Owen dropped a puck. "Kaia again?" I groaned as I sent another puck soaring across the clean ice. "What did she do now?"

"She spent the night in my bed." Owen's mouth gaped as his eyes widened. "And now I can't think about anything else."

"Did you..." he started.

"No," I cut him off. We didn't fuck, which was what he was going to ask, and he definitely didn't need to know what we did do.

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