Page 10 of Puck Around and Find Out

“I am a good guy,” I growled, trying to keep my voice down so we didn’t bother my dad.

“I said I like nice people.” Wy glared at me.

I wanted to dump him over the balcony onto his head. Fuck, maybe he had a point about me. “Fucking fine. He was nice, and I’m not. Are you happy now?” I hissed. “Next time I’ll let whatever asshole gloms on to you fuck you right there on the dance floor.”

He nodded and patted my chest. “Thank you.” I would’ve thought he had no fucking idea what he was up to, except he shot me a teeny, tiny smirk. I was sure he was fucking drunk, but he was aware enough to know he enjoyed fucking with me, and that fact had me enraged all over again. I shoved him, but he was clinging like a sucker fish, and we both ended up in a heap on the floor with me on top of him—for the second time today. He snickered and clung, dragging me down again when I tried to get up.

“Let go,” I growled in his ear.

His body tensed against mine and he slipped his legs around my waist. With the adjustment, our position felt a lot more intimate. The second a stiff cock nudged mine—Wy’s hard-on made friends with the wood that plumped up in my pants—I began to panic.

“Let me go,” I said.

Wy shook his head.

“Why not?” I asked with a sigh and sagged down against his body, giving in. His muscles were firm and warm underneath mine, and he whimpered when I rocked my hips once. A spike of pleasure that tore through my gut pissed me off, but it was so good I ground against him for a few seconds.

“Because I want a kiss,” Wy said, then nipped my ear.

I closed my eyes and lightly covered his lips with mine. When I arched my back to look into his face, he had a pout that did some unholy things to my junk. His bottom lip jutted, and I hissed at the way my cockhead throbbed.

“That wasn’t a kiss,” he said with a sigh. “What a rip-off.”

“That’s all you’re getting,” I said, but I couldn’t help myself—I rubbed harder against him. He gripped my shoulders tight.

“Give me a better one,” he demanded with a glare.

“Will you remember it tomorrow?” I asked.

He screwed up his face in thought, then shrugged.

Fuck it, I devoured his lips, then shoved away from him and jumped to my feet. He lay on the floor giggling, and I kicked his side harder than I should’ve.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked.

He slapped his chest and sighed, flopping flat on the floor and sprawling. “You’re hard again. You want to fuck me.”

I flipped him off and slapped a hand to my crotch, and there was a steel pole trapped in my jeans. “Fuck you,” I growled, then stomped off to my room. I didn’t slam the door because I didn’t want Dad to bitch at me, but it was a close call.

4

WYSTAN

Why didit feel like I’d swallowed nails?

I groaned and rubbed my face, my stomach churning as I glanced around the floor of my room where I was currently lying. I must’ve crawled in here last night at some point. There was laughter downstairs, and I smiled when I caught the sound of Mom’s voice, but nausea had me shoving to my feet and stumbling toward the connected bathroom. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet and heaved. The dregs of what I’d drunk last night came up with whatever other contents I had in my gut, which wasn’t much because I hadn’t eaten before we went to Black Out.

I hadn’t realized how much I’d drunk, and now I was seriously regretting my stupid decisions. My head swam and spun, and I swayed. I had practice today, and Coach Hill wouldn’t forgive me if I was late. Moaning at the pain in my stomach, I reached inside the pocket of my pants and pulled out my phone. A spiderweb of cracks greeted me on the screen and I cursed whatever I’d done last night. Mom couldn’t afford a new phone, and while I got a scholarship and a stipend for necessities from the school, it wasn’t enough to waste cash. The phone was dead and so was I as soon as I explained I had no clue how I’d broken it.

I flushed the toilet and stood, throwing the phone onto the bathroom counter before leaning over the sink and switching on the faucet. Cupping my hands, I gathered water into my palms and splashed it across my face, the cold liquid a shock on my heated skin. I hoped to wash away the nausea, but it didn’t work. Brushing my teeth also didn’t do the trick.

Someone knocked on the bathroom door and Mom popped her head through. She smiled, which turned into a frown when she saw me. “Are you okay, honey?”

I gave her a small grin in return and leaned against the counter. “I’m fine.”Survey says, that’s a lie.My stomach wobbled with every move.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at practice? Joseph and I were going to come later, but I thought you were supposed to be there around eight o’clock.” She crossed her arms and tilted her head, her brown curls bouncing with the action.

I straightened and nearly toppled over because of how quickly I moved. “What time is it?”

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