Page 93 of Revenge Puck

Those are the last words I get to say. Preston’s mouth claims mine at the same time he enters me with one deep thrust.

Unlike the night before, he doesn’t make love to me. This time isn’t slow or sweet. It’s hard and rough. Fast and furious. His need for me is so overwhelming that it’s all that matters as he pumps in and out. Our tongues push and pull desperately.My fingernails dig into his backside with my enthusiastic encouragement. And when Preston’s thrusts speed up, chasing his release, he doesn’t forget about me. His fingers slide between our bodies, rubbing me in that perfect spot that sets me off. My mouth opens on a cry of pleasure against Preston’s. He swallows it down, then roars through his own release.

“Sorry that was…so…fast.” He apologizes with his face pressed against my neck, lips pressing open-mouthed kisses to my sweaty skin.

I run my palms up and down his damp back, wanting him to stay right where he is, buried inside of me, weight on top of me. “I didn’t mind. Sometimes fast is good. Really, really good.”

Groaning, I feel the twitch of his shaft inside of me as one of his palms cup my breast, weighing it, squeezing it. His mouth lowers to kiss it with swipes of his tongue.

“Good. Because I’m going to put you on your hands and knees, and it’ll probably be even faster.”

“You can have me anyway you want,” I assure him. “Fast, slow, soft, rough, just don’t stop.”

Preston lifts his head from my breast to cover my lips briefly. “What about the party?”

“Oh, fine,” I huff. “One more round, then we’ll go back out?”

“Deal,” he agrees. “But I want you riding me as soon as everyone leaves.”

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “There will be a lot of jiggling.”

“Hell yeah,” Preston replies. Sitting up, he pats the undersides of both my breasts. “The jiggling is my favorite part.”

He knows I’m referring to other parts of my body, but when he stares down at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, it’s easy to momentarily forget those other parts.

32

Preston

Sunday afternoon comes way too fast.

Having to say goodbye to Elle after spending an entire day and night in bed with her feels impossible.

While driving her to the airport, I thought about telling her that our future is fucked and beg her to come with me to California. Despite scoring a goal in game four, no other offers have come in.

Now, we’re standing on the sidewalk outside the front doors of the airport and Elle looks so beautiful in her short, red floral dress. Her blonde hair glows like it’s blessed by the sun. Her cheeks are still rosy from our detour to the crowded parking lot. I pulled her onto my lap and, without removing her panties, she just tugged them to the side and rode me. We mauled each other and fucked like the world was ending around us.

While I’m still having flashbacks, the beautiful woman looks up at me and says, “See you tomorrow in Greensboro?”

“You bet. As soon as the plane lands,” I assure her. That’s less than twenty-four hours from now but feels like a lifetime.

“Okay, good. I had a great time with you this week.”

“Me too, cupcake.” I press a kiss to her lips, then her cheek and neck. “Although, ‘great’ seems like a massive understatement.”

“True,” Elle agrees, her body shivering when I kiss her collarbone.

I just need one more day where everything is so perfect between us before I tell her about California. I know that once I do, Elle will probably start pulling away, unable to imagine us having a relationship from two sides of the country.

Maybe by the time I see her tomorrow, I will have come up with some way to convince her. Opening another salon is the best I’ve thought of so far, but it doesn’t solve the problem of Elle leaving behind her best friend and family.

“I…I’ll miss you,” I say instead of the other three words trying to burst free from my mouth, my heart.

“I’ll miss you too,” Elle replies, giving me a smile. Standing on her toes, she kisses my cheek.

And before I can blink, she’s slipping away, rolling her luggage through the sliding doors.

When I get home, Maya is straightening the living room from the night before.

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