Page 88 of Pucking Grey

I grip her tighter, letting her know I’m serious. “I promise, Maddie. You’re not just… that… at all to me, okay? Me and Matt had our issues for a while, but it’s far in the past. Our parents have been divorced for a few years, and all that links us is this hockey team. But that’s it.”

“And then here I come along hoping to get revenge.”

I glance at her. “Are you happy with your revenge? Did you fulfill it?”

She gently pushes me. “Yeah, if you would’ve kissed me more. Gosh, you were the worst fake boyfriend.”

My eyes flutter as I look at her. I’m nervous as hell, but I have to say it. I mutter, “And I’ll be the best real boyfriend, I promise.”

She smirks, pressing her lips together. My stomach is flipping and twisting as I watch her. Fuck driving, I just want to stare at her. But I have to pull my eyes away before I crash this truck. I steal another glance at her. She’s looking at me like she never has before, so I adjust myself in my driver’s seat. “Maddie, if you keep looking at me like that…”

“What?”

I shake my head.

She flirts, “What are you going to do with me?”

I suck in a breath, feeling my body react to those words. “Watch what you say, bunny, or we won’t make it home.” I remove my sweaty palm from hers now and wipe my face.

“Then pull over.”

I look over at her, shocked. “What?”

She nods, pink pinching her cheeks. She whispers, “Pull over.”

“Aren’t you tired?” I ask.

“Didn’t you drive three hours just to see me?”

I gulp and nod, checking my mirrors to pull over. “Okay.” On a shoulder, I pull my truck off the road. I throw the truck into park as my heart pounds in my chest. A nervous chill has taken over my entire body, and I’m shivering as her fingers graze the top of my skin. I glance at her hand and my eyes travel up her arm until I’m met with her beautiful eyes. She’s already leaning into me. Her lips touch mine, and I have to close my eyes to be in this moment. A beautiful girl like Madison Wilder thinks I’m worthy.She’skissingme. It’s the second time this has happened, and this time there’s no audience. She only pecks my lips before smiling. I open my eyes, grabbing her neck with my hand. She inhales, dropping her smile. Her eyes look at my lips, so I lean in now and tease her with my tongue. She pushes me with hers as she crawls onto my lap. I’m feeling fucking faint as her hair acts like a curtain. In the entire world, only her and I exist right now. Her eyes are glistening as I force my seat to lean back. She laughs on top of me as I eat a mouth full of her hair. She adjusts herself, and I feel the warmth of her ass on my lap. I have to think about hockey right now, or she’s going to feel my hard dick under her because this is fucking hot. She’s going to drive me fucking crazy. Her eyes are back on my lips as she leans in.

Yup, hockey.

We start making out as I grab her head full of brown hair.

Think about hockey.

Now my hand is back on her neck, and I feel the muscles she’s using to kiss me tense and release. I feel the force she’s using, the coolness of her tongue on mine, and fuck thinking about hockey.

I told myself this was never going to happen with her. I expected her revenge plan to win Matt back was working, but now that I have one hand on her neck and another rubbing her lower back, I know this isn’t a dream anymore. My dick is hard under her, and I’m not stopping it because this is me. This is how she makes me feel. It doesn’t mean I want to have sex, but holy shit, she turns me on. This is the hottest kiss of my entire life. And the most meaningful one.

She sucks on my lips, pulling back with a smirk. The pinch of pain as she sucks them between her teeth makes my dick even harder.

“Thanks for pulling over,” she whispers, chewing on her bottom lip.

I grab her chin to pull her face up. I run my thumb over her mouth. “I want to know what you’re thinking.”

Her eyes flick to mine as she continues to bite her bottom lip. Time stops as I wait for her answer. She’s nervous, anxious on top of me. I love staring at her.

I say, “I thought I lost you.”

She looks down at her hands, releasing her bottom lip. “I can’t tell you how endlessly I think about you, Grey, but I’m scared.”

“I will do anything and everything to make sure you don’t feel scared when it comes to me,” I reassure her.

She exhales. “No, it’s not that.” She’s playing with the logo on my shirt. Her fingers are tickling me, but I let her continue. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and that scares me.”

I smile because fuck, I am so happy to hear that. I cup her cheek as she looks at me. She’s hiding her smile.

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