Page 102 of Pucking Sweet

I huff a laugh. “That’s rich, coming fromyou. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Anything to score a point or two over Colton.”

He blinks down at me. “What?”

“Well, you’re both professional athletes, so I assume there must be a point system. One point for a kiss, three points if you get inside my pants? Or is it location based? He took me in an elevator, now you get points for a bathroom?”

He groans. “No, that’s not what I—”

“You just said I’m nothing but a game to you! So come on, explain the rules. I wanna play too. How many points do you get for fingering me?”

He leans away. “Poppy, there’s no game.”

“Come on, this has to be worth a couple points, right?” I slip my hand inside the top of my tight jeans, wiggling my fingers against my clit.

Lukas’s gaze locks on my hand. “Poppy, what the hell are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I dip two fingers inside my pussy, unashamed to find that I’m wet. This man riles me up like nothing else. Who knew irritation could have such an effect on the libido? I hum, working myself harder. “How many points do I get for this?”

Lukas shakes his head. “Poppy, there are no points.”

Ever so slowly, I pull my hand free, and lift it to my lips. “What about this?”

His eyes go wide as he watches me suck my glistening fingers into my mouth. Letting out a soft little moan, I taste my own sweetness, sliding my fingers in and out like I’m sucking a dick.

“Fuck me,” he says on a breath.

I pop my fingers from my mouth, my eyes narrowing. “Fuck you? I think not.”

“What? No, it was just an expression—”

“God, I’m so mad, I could scream!” I shove at his shoulders again. “I am not a toy, Lukas. I’m not something you and Colton can pick up and fight over and set aside when you’re done playing your little games.”

“Yeah, I know—”

“And contrary to what you might think, I don’t use people,” I say, my voice cracking as I fight to hold back my tears. “Sex isnevera game to me.”

He groans, dragging a hand through his hair. “Okay, so I can sense that you’re still mad about what I said at the hotel—”

“You called me utterly forgettable! You said it was a mistake never to be repeated. Do you remember that? Because I sure do.”

“Poppy—”

“You said Iusedyou. Do you have any idea how much that hurt me, Lukas? Never mind that Anderson had already thrown that exact same insult grenade at me earlier the same freaking day!”

His eyes widen with horror. “Oh shit. He did?”

“You said I’m nothing but a spoiled, rotten brat, and then you kicked me out of your hotel room. I never got my panties back, by the way,” I add, hands on my hips.

“Poppy, come on,” he pleads. “You know I was obviously lying.”

“Yeah, and now you’re obviously leaving.” I point to the door. “Or I really will scream.”

He opens his mouth just as there’s a sharp knock at the door. He turns, shoulders tensing, like he’s going to murder the first person who tries to come through.

My anger is simmering down, replaced with shame and frustration.Now, it’s all I can do to keep myself from crying, and I refuse to do that in front of him. He has to go. “Time’s up, Lukas.”

He turns back to me, his expression anxious. “This isn’t a game for me, Pop. I swear to god.”

“Everything is a game to you.”

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