Page 56 of The Worst Pucking Deal

“It’s alright,” I say, shooting her a glare and correcting my dick that just arrived at the fucking party.

Really, that dress is more than alright. It’s indecently fucking perfect. One of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen is Lucia naked; second sexiest was her wearing my number while riding my cock. But this… this is definitely sliding into third place. Her voluptuous tits and toned stomach are as impossible to ignore as the way her bubble ass sways with each step.

“Hey,” I snap my fingers when it becomes clear I’m not the only one noticing how sexy the siren at my side is. “Don’t fucking look at my wife like that,” I snarl at the guys manning the door. They both shrug and mumble half-assed apologies. Fuck… I didn’t mean to call her that.

“Let them stare,” Lucia says, shaking her ass a little. “It’s nice to know my hard work is being appreciated.”

I take Lucia’s hand again, squeezing it tighter than before. “What’s gotten into you?” I seethe under my breath.

“You,” she answers simply. “Your dick was in me, and that was quite the revelation.”

Smirking, I say, “Well, I can’t say I’ve been told that before.”

Lucia keeps her smile firmly in place, even waving at some of the people we pass. “It’s not a good thing, Sawyer. While your dick might be magic, you’re nothing more than an asshole looking out for himself. So I figured I ought to do the same.”

“Lucia—” I’m interrupted as we walk into the large room we’re occupying this evening.

Music fills the air, mingling with the chatter of guests as they mill about, all dressed to the nines for the occasion. It’s a stark contrast to our usual routine, but there’s an undeniable energy in the air that’s infectious. Lucia and I exchange a glance, our silent communication speaking volumes as we take in the scene unfolding before us.

“Time to behave, bunny,” I remind her, ignoring her answering hiss.

As we navigate through the crowd, I spot familiar faces among the sea of guests. The team sponsors and GM are here, along with a multitude of other attendees, all eager to shake hands and make small talk.

“Sawyer, glad you could make it,” one of the sponsors says, extending a hand.

“Thank you, it’s great to be here,” I reply automatically, returning the handshake.

“And who might this lovely lady be?” another sponsor asks, gesturing toward Lucia with interest.

“This is Lucia Carter,” I introduce her with a smile. “She’s my…” What the hell do I call her? Fiancée? Wife? “... mine.”

“Ah, so this is the lucky lady we’ve been hearing about,” the sponsor remarks, turning to Lucia with a warm smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lucia.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Lucia replies graciously, offering a polite smile.

We engage in light conversation with the sponsors, discussing the game, upcoming events, and the excitement surrounding the team. Despite the formalities, there’s a genuine warmth in the air as we mingle with the sponsors. Tonight, there are none of the disdainful gazes or strained smiles I’m used to from these people.

“Tell me, Sawyer, how’s the season treating you so far?” another sponsor inquires, leaning in with interest.

“It’s been great so far,” I respond. “The team’s been performing exceptionally well, and we’re all excited about our prospects for the cup this year.”

“Where are my manners?” the sponsor says, smiling widely at Lucia. “I’m Edmond—”

“Edmond Francis,” Lucia says, interrupting him with a charming smile. “Sawyer made me memorize everyone’s names, so I know who you are.”

“You didn’t,” Edmond laughs.

Lucia giggles and shakes her head. “No, he didn’t. But he did tell me about how important you guys are, and how much he looked forward to tonight. I hope you’ll forgive me for prying, Edmond, but I have to ask. How is your daughter doing? Sawyer and I were both so happy to hear the accident wasn’t serious.”

I try not to gape at the woman at my side, as she charms the old man with intimate knowledge about his family. Knowledge I have no fucking idea how she got or why she bothered remembering.

“It’s so sweet of you to ask. Yes, she’s doing much better. It was nothing more than a concussion.”

While looking like she’s listening intently as Edmond explains about his daughter’s fall off a ladder while cleaning her roof or what-the-fuck-ever, Lucia digs her nails into my hand. Right, I should probably say something. “Glad she’s okay,” I add, trying my best to sound like I care.

“Yes, Sawyer asked me to send a gift basket, but I forgot. I’m so sorry, Edmond. But maybe…” She trails off and opens her clutch, pulling out a small envelope. “…she’ll enjoy these once she’s on the mend.”

Edmond takes the envelope and opens it. “Oh my,” he says, his eyes twinkling with delight. “She’ll love those. How did you know Giselle is her favorite?”

---