Page 45 of Pucking the Grump

“Oh God, oh God,” she chants as I piston into her, giving her everything I have. “I’m going to come. Going to come, Stone.”

“Look at me,” I breathe. “I want to see you.”

Her eyes fly open, glittering and wild as we strain toward the finish line together. When her head falls back, I cover her mouth, muffling her cry against my palm. Her pussy clenches tight, tighter, milking my cock, and I’m right behind her. My release slams into me, tipping me over the edge, my hips stuttering as I empty every drop inside her.

Afterward, I sag against the wall. She drops a foot to the ground, helping us both stay upright as we catch our breath.

“Thanks,” I whisper, once I’m capable of speech.

“Anytime,” she says, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “That was insanely hot.”

“I know,” I tease, grinning when she pinches my waist. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Hold on a second, let me see if I can reach the tissues from here.”

“Just scoot to your right,” she says. “I have a spare towel in the closet.”

“Again, she’s always prepared,” I say, inching that way, keeping myself buried deep. Partly to contain the mess until we’re ready to mop up. Partly because I never want to leave her pussy.

If I die buried eight inches deep in Rem, I’ll consider myself a lucky man.

We clean up as best we can. I retrieve scattered papers from the floor that I don’t remember knocking off the desk as Remy slips into her underthings.

When we’re both dressed and looking reasonably put together, I ask, “So…what now?”

She looks up from where she’s zipping up her duffle bag, her expression relaxed, hopeful. “I guess we just take it one day at a time. Have fun. Be good to each other. Try not to freak out when we remember that this is all kind of scary.”

“Sounds good,” I say. “And no other man gets to touch you or look at you or smell you or even think about dating you, right?”

She laughs. “Not sure I can control half of that, but if you’re asking if we should be exclusive, the answer is yes.” She gives a little roll of her eyes as she adds, “I mean, I don’t want other women touching or smelling or looking at you, either, so…”

“Yay,” I say, beaming with such undisguised happiness, it makes her laugh again. She’s matching my grin, ear to ear, until her phone buzzes on her desk. The second she looks down, though, her smile falls away, and the color blanches from her cheeks.

“What is it?” I ask, instantly on alert.

She turns the screen toward me.

It’s a text, from her dad…

Need to talk to you about a few things off the clock. I know Tuesday is your night off from coaching. Let’s do dinner at my house. 7 P.M. Make sure Cruise comes along. And Stone, too, if he’s free.

My eyebrows shoot up. “Wait. What? Why me?”

“I have no idea.” Her voice is tight with anxiety. “I mean, Justin is the team captain, and Dad always likes to have the captain over for dinner at the beginning of the season. But as far as I’m aware, he doesn’t even know we’re friends. I have no idea why he would want me to bring you along unless…”

Unless we’ve been caught…

The unspoken words hang in the air between us.

Finally, I shrug, trying to appear calmer than I feel. “Maybe it’s something harmless. Maybe he wants to talk about me backing Justin up with the rest of the team or something. I mean, we are the oldest Badger players and the only ones retiring this year.”

“That could be it.” But she doesn’t sound convinced, and her cheeks are still pale enough for her to pass as one of the marble statues at the Portland Art Museum.

I take her hand, squeezing gently. “We’ve been careful. And he was cool today when I talked to him about missing the meeting. I think we’re fine.”

She bites her lip. “Guess we’ll find out tomorrow.”

As I leave a few minutes later, endorsement paperwork tucked under my arm—surprise, I actually am being offered a chance to sell a sports drink—I refuse to let Coach’s surprise invitation put a dent in my happiness.

Remy is my girlfriend and open to seeing where this thing goes between us long term. It’s a miracle I wouldn’t have believed possible even a couple of weeks ago, and one that’s absolutely worth fighting for.

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