Page 82 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
The knowledge that they were this invested in me, caring for me, pleasing me, that it was enough to make them all hard and wanting made my heart soar.
Lightning went off through my clit, the sensations right on the edge of release as Percy and Saint worked me in tandem. Jasper groaned behind me, rocking his hips quicker.
“That’s so good, Maple girl. I can feel your slick on my skin.” He hissed in a breath. “Damn, it’s so hot.”
It was also so much, incredible and bewildering, but I wanted to feel Devin more. He felt too far away compared to the others. Blindly reaching out, I found his cock with my hand, shooing his hand away so that I could stroke him myself. He groaned and stepped closer. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to see his cum dressing my knuckles.
The furious need doubled down as Saint and Percy worked my slippery pussy right to the very edge. I was going to come. I wassoclose.
“That’s it, princess. Just like that.” Devin groaned as he thrust into my hand, and before I knew it, we were all tumbling over that edge. “Fuuuck.”
I soared, climaxing hard as Percy’s tongue plunged into me and Saint’s fingers kept up their slow swirl. Warmth streamed across the skin of my ass, and then still more on my hand and breast. I was flying, sensation robbing me of every brain cell. It was incredible, spiraling up to the stratosphere, and then I was exhausted, utterly unable to keep my eyes open or move.
“Don’t worry, princess. We’ll get you all settled in.” There was movement and then soft things as I was laid down. “Nice and cozy.”
Chapter 29
Devin
“Idon’t like this,” I said as I watched Mable wander around the penthouse, adjusting and rearranging the various blankets on the sofa. Her movements were a little slow as she maneuvered, thanks to her rapidly growing bump.
Her head turned to me, her face slightly downturned. “Sorry, I can stop rearranging,” she muttered.
From the kitchen, Percy glowered at me, like I had said something wrong. It dawned on me that she thought I was talking about her nesting. I didn’t mind her nesting, at all. In fact, I loved it. She was slowly turning our cold apartment into a cozy wonderland. She needed to make this space her own so she would feel comfortable having our baby here.
“No! Shit, sorry, it’s not that. Rearrange all you want, Mable.” I spoke quickly, walking up to her and waving my hands to clarify that was not my intention. “I was talking about the game this weekend. I love what you’re doing with the place. You’re making it so much better than whatever the hell that weird designer did before we moved in.”
Mable’s face broke out into a small smile. “Are you sure you don’t mind? I can stop being quite so enthusiastic if you want.I’ve kind of let my instincts run away with me here…” she said as she looked around the room.
“Don’t you dare stop. Keep doing exactly what you were doing. I was just thinking about this weekend, and I don’t like that you’re going to be at the dorm while we are states away.”
Mable smiled warmly, stepping up on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. “I know, but I may as well take the time while you’re not here to get some work done.”
“I can buy duplicate textbooks so you can easily study here.”
Mable laughed. “That is a very sweet notion, if a bit wasteful. I’ll be fine at my place. There’s food in the fridge that needs eating, and I kind of miss my nest.” Her nose scrunched up adorably as she spoke.
“We could move your nest here,” I said lamely.
She smiled at me indulgently before hugging me around the midsection. “I appreciate the concern. I really do. But this place will feel so empty without you guys here. And you already installed the security system at my dorm to ensure I’m safe.”
“You wouldn’t be alone. You would have Spencer, Chase, and Bear,” I pointed out.
Mable cocked her head to the side thoughtfully. “True, but they’re not good cuddle partners, are they?”
I pouted.
Like a child.
Mable had turned me into a tantrum-throwing toddler, and I was supposed to be the sensible one.
We only had a few hours before we all had to be at the rink to get on the bus to go to our short training camp, followed by another exhibition game. The Chargers had decided that, instead of a flight, we would be taking the bus, since the competition was only two states away.
So we were doing our usual routine of closing down the apartment. If we were going to be gone for longer than twenty-four hours, we checked the fridge to make sure no food would go bad. We cleaned the sink, emptied the dishwasher, and just made sure that there was no food or garbage left around that could go bad and stink up the joint.
The only reason we were so regimented about it was because we once left Chinese takeout on the kitchen counter when we had an away game and were away for four days. By the time we came back, our place smelled absolutely rancid—it was a brutal lesson but one we’d needed to learn.
Mable was happy to stay with us while we did that, busying herself with rearranging blankets as she had been for days, humming to herself. Having her near while we did housework made it so much more entertaining.Everythingwas better when she was around. Our house was warmer, smelled like syrup, and was that much comfier.
