Page 63 of Your Pucking Mom

“No.” I didn’t want to talk; I just wanted to escape. I didn’t want to be here or think about her. I wanted to feel like Auburn—whoever she was. I wanted to feel the way he’d made me feel once before: powerful and in control as he towered over me, knowing I held the reins of his restraint. That was the feeling I wanted to recreate.

He shook his head a few times. “I don’t know what to say. I suck in these types of situations.” My breaths were shallow. “Tell me the girl at the bar meant nothing.”

He nodded vigorously. “Absolutely. She was a stupid fucking drunken mistake?—”

“Are you sober now?” I asked.

He looked up at the ceiling as if he was trying to figure out exactly how sober he was. “Kinda?”

“Did you think of me?” I asked, uncrossing my legs and scooting toward the edge of the chair.

“Did I think of you…?” I was so fucking bad at flirting, but liquid was pooling between my thighs, and I needed an escape.

“Ledger…” His hands ran through his beard.

“Did I think of you when I was coming up here?”

My lips twisted into a smile, and I winked. “No, Ledger. Did you think of me when you were flirting or whatever the fuck it was?”

“Oh my God. No. Auburn?—”

I groaned. “Ledger. I’m trying to hit on you.”

Silence enveloped the room. It was embarrassing as shit, so I was figuring how quickly I could get to my room.

“Oh.” That was all he said. He leaned toward me, and I matched his gesture so the tips of our noses were practically touching.

“Is this okay? If I kiss you, since you were just crying? Am I supposed to like, fix this first and be the gentleman right now?”

We stayed silent, then I burst out into laughter, throwing my head back, kicking my legs up, and clutching my stomach.

“Are you finished? You’re making me embarrassed,” he grumbled, but I sensed a hint of amusement in his tone.

I leaned toward him, and his hands caught my waist, pulling me closer until I straddled him.

“Kiss me,” I demanded.

His lips were on mine immediately.

Yes.This was the escape I was desperate for.

The kiss was fierce and unrelenting. Our lips met with a craving, each movement filled with passion and intensity. It was as if all the tension that had built up between us was released.

His hands roamed my back, pulling me closer, while mine tangled in his black hair, unwilling to let go. There was a desperation in the way we kissed, as if we were trying to lose ourselves in each other and forget everything else that existed beyond that room.

It wasn’t just a kiss between two starving people. No. It was a journey into the depths of vulnerability, where walls fell away and our souls entwined, revealing the profound beauty of shared intimacy. It was exactly what I needed and imagined. I wanted to feel warm and safe, and in Ledger’s arms, I was.

Heat radiated from his body, igniting a fire within me that I couldn’t extinguish. Every touch and caress had me writhing for more. It was a kiss filled with longing, with the unspoken words and emotions we had kept bottled up.

“I need more,” I whined, grinding against his lap and pulling his hair gently so he was forced to look up at me.

I needed so much more than just tonight.

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I must still be drunk because Auburn just kissed me like she was rewriting the laws of the universe. She’d laid her soul bare, and having tasted it again, nothing—and no one—could ever compare to the way it was when she was on top of me.

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