Page 67 of Not the Puck Bunny

“I figured it would be better to get some air out here,” I said. “Firstly, so I didn't punch what's his name for being anywhere near my woman. Secondly, because—" I spread my hands and gestured out at thebeach and the people walking and enjoying the late autumn sunshine. “I figured it was past time we were seen in public again. You know, so everyone knows you're my girlfriend.”

I leaned over to wipe a tear from her cheek. “Why are you crying?”

“Because Xander tried to convince me you were only with me for the endorsements, but then I realized something. He would have said anything to get under my skin.” She sniffed. “And he never would have sent me a teddy bear.”

“You got that, hmmm?” I smiled softly. “I still want to win one for you, but I figured in the meantime he'd do. He's kinda cute, don't you think?”

She smiled. “Not as cute as you. But thank you, that was very sweet.”

“You're sweet,” I told her. “For the record, it never occurred to me that being with you would lead to additional endorsement offers. I don't care about shit like that. All I care about is you.”

“I know,” she said. “I second-guessed everything for a few moments, then I remembered how you looked at me when you told me you were falling in love with me. Nothing in my life has ever felt so real.”

I leaned over and whispered, “I might have lied.I'm not falling in love with you, Andi Welling. I'm already head over heels in love with you. I think I have been since that first night in Shells, but I was too scared, or too dumb, to figure it out. I think I always knew you weren't a puck bunny.”

“I'm more of a puck nerd,” she said with a laugh.

I grinned. “Me too. I'll also accept puck geek.”

“I love you, puck geek,” she said.

I pressed my forehead to hers. “I love you too, puck nerd. You make me feel alive, like no one else ever has. I want you in my life forever. Maybe a bit longer. I mean, I've seen Supernatural. How many times did those guys come back to life?”

She didn't tell me that might not be how it worked, she just kissed me like there was no one in the world but us.

“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispered.

“You are beautiful.” I slid my tongue across her lower lip. “I want to show you just how much.”

“I know you mentioned us being seen out in public,” she said slowly.

I chuckled against her mouth. “Some things are better kept behind closed doors.”

We barely made it through the door of my apartment before we started to tear off each other's clothes. My hands were under her blouse, pushing it up over her head and letting it float to a puddle on the floor.

I kicked the door shut, pressed her back against it and kissed her, tasting her mouth and tongue.

“I want you so much,” I whispered.

“I want you too.” She slid her hands up my sweatshirt and over my flat stomach to caress the muscles of my chest.

Holding her in place with one hand, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up and off.

She cocked her head at me. “Are you real? You feel real.” She poked her finger into my chest.

I grinned. “I'm definitely real.” To prove it, I unhooked her bra, freeing her glorious breasts, before I leaned down to draw her nipple between my lips and suck.

She moaned, the sound almost enough to make me come way too soon.

I gripped her ass and carried her into my bedroom. I undid her skirt, and pulled it down her legs, before doing the same to her emerald green panties.

I sat in front of her, admiring her beautiful pussy and dark red curls. “So fucking gorgeous.” I lay downbetween her luscious thighs and tasted her pussy with the tip of my tongue. “Delicious.”

“Cam,” she whispered. That was all she said in words, after that she spoke in moans, pants and soft sighs, while I slid my fingers into her wet heat and fucked her with my mouth and tongue.

I marveled at the way she writhed and trembled the closer she got. Finally, she shattered on my tongue, calling out my name as her whole body flushed pink. I went on licking her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as I could, before she finally sank back down to the mattress.

“Wow,” she whispered. “That was?—"

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