Page 85 of Revenge Puck

I still can’t believe that Christian wouldn’t step up and be a father if he knew about him. He’s a good man. Or at least I thought he was, despite his philandering ways.

But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s Preston who is the good man, and I was with Christian for all the wrong reasons.

All I know is that as soon as dinner is over, I’m going to block Christian’s number in my phone once and for all.

Maya interrupts Finley’s play-by-play of his day, currently describing the lineup order for the entire class, by asking him, “Would you like to have a sleepover tonight with Joey?”

The boy’s brown eyes widen. “Tonight? But it’s a school night, Mom.”

“Yes, sweetie. I know it’s a school night. And usually, we don’t do sleepovers except on Fridays or Saturdays, but Joey’s moms have made an exception. They even invited me to stay over too.”

He frowns and says, “Oh man. It won’t be as much fun if you’re there!”

Maya rolls her eyes and then boops the tip of his nose with her finger. “Too bad, buddy. I’m coming too, and it’s going to be awesome.”

Later that night, I finally do what I should’ve done the day he dumped me—I block Christian’s number, closing the book on him for good.

Even though I haven’t known Preston for very long, everything already feels different with him. Like he wants more from me than sex. He’s not rushing me, giving me as much time as I need to move on from the destruction of my heart and trust issues that Christian left behind.

After Finley and Maya leave, Preston and I are curled up on the sofa watching cooking shows.

I go up on my knees to kiss his cheek and then his lips when he turns his head to me.

“You know I don’t expect anything tonight, right? Just because Maya and Finley aren’t here…” Preston tells me.

“I know you don’t expect anything. That’s not why…” I trail off as I try to figure out how to explain it. “I’m ready, Preston. His number has been permanently blocked. I know that’s not much proof, but in five months I never felt the way I feel for youafter only seven days. And while I know you have rules about sex before a game…”

I don’t get to finish my thought. Preston scoops me up and is then striding through the house toward his bedroom.

Winding my arms around his neck, I ask, “Is this a yes?”

“It’s a hell yes, cupcake.”

Finally!

But once he lays me down in the center of his giant, king-sized bed, Preston’s face falls as if he’s having second thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him, sitting up on my elbows.

“I was just thinking that this is still so new with us, and the future is uncertain.”

“I know that, Preston. And while I don’t love the idea of the unknown, I just want to enjoy this time with you for however long I can.” When he still doesn’t look convinced, I cup the side of his fuzzy face and tell him, “Don’t worry. You’re not taking advantage of me. I won’t think it’s more than it is between us just because we have sex.”

“I want it to be more, though,” he says. And I hear everything he doesn’t say as well.But it’s unlikely to become more, given that we live so far away from each other.“And I want to see all of you this time.”

“All of me?”

“Last night you kept on my jersey.”

“Oh. Right.” He’s asking me to get completely naked. And while I’m nervous that seeing every little inch of my imperfect body will disappoint him, I still sit up to whip my shirt over my head because I don’t want any barriers between us.

“God bless America,” Preston says. Pausing the undoing of his pants, his eyes linger on my breasts for a long moment before he crawls up on the bed. When he’s on his hands and knees above me, he runs one finger down the center of my cleavage. “I could spend the entire night with these beauties.”

Lowering his head, his tongue follows the same path as his finger. The scruff on his cheeks grazing my breasts through the red lace bra makes all the insecurities disappear, along with the ability to hold myself up. I lie flat on the mattress again, and Preston’s tongue follows. He groans as he flicks it back and forth between the mounds. Then his mouth is covering my entire nipple through the lace, warming it with his breath, lavishing the hard point with an open-mouthed kiss that ends with a gentle tug between his teeth.

A jolt of desire shoots straight to my core. Needing to feel his mouth on my bare flesh, I tug both cups down, tucking the fabric under the weight of my heavy breasts.

“Oh yeah. All night,” Preston says again before he devours my boobs with the same zest as he licked another part of me.

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