Page 92 of Revenge Puck

That would have been his last words if I didn’t have my sister and nephew to support thanks to his sorry ass.

Before I can ram my fist into his face, Elle reaches back and covers my clenching right hand with her much smaller one. She intertwines our fingers to hold mine hostage from doing something that will land me in hot water not only with the Warhawks but with the local cops.

“Why did you block me, Ellie? I know we’re not finished. Did this asshole make you do it?” Riley asks, nodding his chin toward me. “He loves convincing women to stop talking to me.”

Ah, so he’s pissed at Elle and still not over her. At least Elle seems to have moved on. I hope she has. Blocking his number and sleeping with me made me assume so. But then again, he’s her actual ex and not a man she pretended to want to be with. They were together for months, while I’ve only known her a few days. Those details make me hate him even more.

“Shouldn’t you be weeping about tonight’s loss between some puck bunny’s boobs?” Elle asks the asshole. Yeah, I think she’s definitely over him. And I’ll have to fist bump her later for that killer insult.

“Can’t seem to find a rack that’s better than yours to weep into, Ellie,” the asshole replies with a wink. “Tired of pretending with the yeti yet?”

“Not sure if you noticed, but I gave Preston the full yeti makeover. Left just enough scruff on his face to tickle me in the best way.” She turns to face me, between me and Riley. Turning her back to him, she reaches up to run her fingers over both sides of my face, around to my chin. When I capture her thumb between my teeth, she laughs and shivers. Without looking at the jerk behind her, she says quietly, “Just so you know, Christian, women like when men get on their knees too.”

Damn. That was one hell of a burn, hitting the asshole where it hurts the most.

The fucker opens his mouth as if to make a snide remark, most likely about me not knowing my way around a woman’s body, when Elle turns around and says, “You’ll also be glad to know that all my STD tests came back negative. It was a stressful few days waiting to hear back after you admitted to dicking around all over the country.”

“You need us to escort these guys out of here, Pres?” Vincent asks when him and Spencer come up on either side of me and Elle outside on the porch.

“Nah, the playboy and his friends were just leaving before he has to watch the rest of the finals from his hospital room.”

Riley scoffs, lifting his middle finger to flip me off before he turns around and walks off, knowing better than to push me. I don’t miss his glance back toward the windows of the full living room as he goes, like he’s looking for someone else. Thank god Maya was distracted with Finley’s game play and didn’t see him.

Even after he’s gone, I can’t relax. Riley isn’t going to just give up on Elle and go away, either because the prick actually cares about her or just wants to hurt me.

And once the championship games are over, I won’t be in Greensboro as often, while he lives there so close to Elle.

What kind of future can Elle and I even have with her living in North Carolina and me living in California? How could long-distance work for us when she won’t ever trust me because of the dick that admitted to cheating on her during all of his away games?

Elle

“Let’s take a moment to recover from the unwanted visitor,” I suggest to Preston when I take his hand and lead him down the hallway to his bedroom.

Once we’re inside the dimly lit room, I shut and lock the door. When I turn around, he’s looming over me, so close I have to tip my head all the way back to see his face. His large hands grab my hips to push my back against the door. This new aggressive side of Preston is one I like a lot.

“I hate that he called you babe,” he confesses. “And Ellie.”

Finding words when he’s so close I can’t breathe without our chests rubbing isn’t easy, but I manage. “I-I just think it’s cute that Finley calls me Ellie, too.”

“What’s not cute was the fucker talking about how much you apparently enjoyed going down on him in the salon chair.”

“I’m sorry,” I tell him when I hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans to tug his big body against mine, so there’s not the least bit of space between us. “But in my defense, my enjoyment of that particular activity is not exclusive to him. In fact, the bigger the stick, the more I love doing it. Andit doesn’t get any bigger than yours, Pres.” Done with teasing him, I palm the front of his pants, humming with approval at the hard bulge rapidly forming. I give it a squeeze and stroke it through the denim.

“You’re just…trying to distract me from my anger…at that son of a bitch,” he says through pants.

“Would you rather keep talking about Christian Riley or let me do something more fun with my mouth? I’m already wet just thinking about it.”

It takes less than a second for Preston to undo the button on his pants, then lower the zipper.

I drop to my knees and reach up to take over lowering his jeans down his thighs, then his boxer briefs. His long, thick erection pops up, nearly slapping me in the face.

The man obviously isn’t in the mood for teasing, so I open wide to cover him with my mouth. I get in five good strokes of my mouth up and down his shaft before Preston grabs me underneath my arms to lift me not only to my feet, but off the floor, taking me to his bed.

Tossing me down on the mattress, he quickly works to remove his shoes and clothes while I do the same. We’re both naked within seconds.

Preston crawls up over me, taking a second to run his fingers between my legs, then groaning at the proof of my claim when two fingers easily slide inside of me. “Jesus, Elle.”

My palms press on his shoulders, then slide down his back to his ass, needing more of him. “I told you I…enjoy it.”

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