Page 87 of Revenge Puck

“What are you laughing at?” he asks. “I would be surprised if you can even spread your thighs apart today after the mess I made on them.”

“You’re not wrong.”

Rolling to his side, his big palm smooths its way down my thigh and back up. “I could help you with that if you want.”

“Help me spread my legs? Oh, I’m sure you could. My thigh muscles are aching from how long you kept them apart last night.”

“My new favorite place in the world is being between your thighs with my face in your tits.”

I can’t help but voice the concern I had after every round. “You aren’t worried about tonight, given how many times you came in the past twenty-four hours?”

“Nope. If anything, I’m much more relaxed, less likely to get into any fights. Nothing could drag me down today, not even a little shithead whose name rhymes with Miley.”

“Good,” I say, smiling in relief, hoping Preston doesn’t change his mind if the Warhawks lose. “In that case, would you like to join me in the shower?”

“Fuck yes. I’ll even let you stand in the warm stream,” he offers. Reaching around, he cups my ass cheek, giving it a squeeze. “God, I’m so glad that Maya and Finley had sleepovers last night. There’s no way either of us could have been quiet unless we were gagged.”

“Agreed. Although, I do feel bad about kicking your family out of their home.”

“You didn’t kick anyone out. They left voluntarily.”

“Same thing.”

“No, it’s not.”

“What about tonight?”

“What about it?” Preston asks, hiking my thigh up over his hip, spreading me open and lining a particular part of my body up with his hard one.

“Do you think we should get a hotel room for privacy?”

“Hmm. That depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“If the Warhawks win, I’m going to throw a party.”

“A party? You?” I scoff in disbelief.

“Yeah, here at the house. Since it’s the weekend, Finley can stay and talk to all the guys for a while.”

Mr. Grumpy Antisocial wants to throw a party?

Maybe that was some life-changing sex last night.

“And if the Warhawks lose?” I ask him with a wince.

Swatting gently at my bottom, he says, “That’s not going to happen, so we better get a shower and grab some breakfast because we’ve got a party to plan.”

Preston

When I get to the stadium, I am in a damn fine mood thanks to the amazing night before and my surprise shower blowjob. Elle is enthusiastic about giving head. Or maybe it’s just been a while since a woman went down on me. Either way, I could get used to her mouth sucking the life out of me on a daily basis.

I have zero concerns about playing shitty tonight because I blew my load before the game. Several times over.

I’m going to try to put that stupid superstition and the past behind me for good. I’ll give it my best on the ice, and however the game ends tonight, I know one thing for certain–I’ll be going back to my house, to my bed, with Elle.

I still haven’t opened the email on my phone from Tommy with the contract offer from the Grizzlies. It feels like once I read it, it’ll be real that I’m moving to the other side of the country. It may as well be the other side of the world for how far I’ll be from Elle.

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