Page 81 of Puck Yes

Then, biting me.

I gasp, lifting a hand to my neck, covering it, like it’s something I covet.

When he lets go, he pulls me up, eases out. “I picked that red shirt because it’ll cover your neck today,” he says, sounding devilishly pleased with himself.

“Thanks for the foresight.”

“Now, I need you to do something for me, sweetheart,” he says.

I give him a curious stare. “Okay.”

He disposes of the condom, then zips up his jeans, tipping his forehead to the man with the camera. “Crawl to him.”

“You want me to…” Did I hear him right? And why is my spine tingling? My breath catching all over again?

Hayes sets down the phone on the counter. His eyes gleam, as if he’s saying,Well, what’s it gonna be?

That’s a very good question. The last time I crawled was on the ice, in a purple furball costume, when I was being chased by a tiger. But I’ve never crawled for a man.

Do I want to?

The hair on my arms stands on end. Anticipation bubbles inside me. Slowly, I look to Stefan. He leans a hip against the counter, head cocked, eyes easy.

A man willing to wait for my answer. Maybe knowing it before I do.

Time slows more as I turn to Hayes. He’s walking away, heading to the living room, then parking himself on a large gray chair.

Like he knows it too.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Stefan says with a sliver of a smile, a man in control as he answers my unfinished question. “I do want you to crawl to my teammate.” He closes the distance between us, cupping my cheek, running his thumb along my jawline. “Don’t you want to?”

The answer comes in the arousal that shimmies down my chest. The pull in my belly. The parting of my lips.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Stefan’s smile is the definition of pleased. “Good. Now show us how well you listen.”

He picks up the tumbler as I turn around, then do something I’d never imagined I would. I drop to my bare knees, then my palms. The skirt of my dress is bunched up around my waist. Hayes leans back in the big chair, arms stretched across it, eyes locked on me. His irises blaze with unchecked lust.

I crawl across the cold tile floor. The hard surface bites into my flesh. My knees hurt, but as I go, my heart gallops. My pulse surges. Hayes can’t look away. He stares at me like a horse at the gates, raring to go. I crawl over the soft carpet in the open living room, reaching him at last then stopping between his spread legs.

“Such a good girl,” Stefan says from the kitchen in what must be his team captain voice, giving orders. “Now, give his cock some attention while I finish my smoothie.”

Hayes lifts his chin, his gaze confident, almost daring me. “You heard him, pretty girl.”

The way they trade off dominance games makes my mind whirl. I never know who’s going to be in charge. I never know who’s going to tell the other what to do to me. Judging from the slickness between my thighs, I really like the uncertainty.

I rise up on my knees, peeling down Hayes’s boxer briefs. His cock says good morning. He’s throbbing already, and a drop of liquid slides down the head. I drop my mouth, darting out my tongue, licking it off reverently.

“Yessss,” he says, and leans his head back against the cushion, enrapt.

I swirl my tongue over the head as he curls his fingers around my skull. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs when I suck him deeper, swallowing his shaft.

He breathes out hard as I work him over, gripping the base in one hand, playing with his balls with the other, and savoring every second of each suck. “You’re so good at that,” Hayes says.

If I am, there’s only one reason. My mouth is full, but I’m compelled to say it. I drop his dick from my mouth right as Stefan says, “Because she loves it.”

I meet his gaze in the kitchen with ayou read my mindsmile. Stefan brings the silver tumbler to his lips, but before he takes a drink, he says, “Don’t you, Ivy?”

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