Page 103 of Pucking Rebound

“And when do I get to meet her?”

“Never.”

He mutters through his teeth, feigning annoyance when I know he’s probably really happy for me. “You know I’ll work it out eventually.”

“You won’t.” Because we meet in secret, and I can never show her off in the way I want to. Which is just completely shit. If only I could take her out for dinner, walk in the park hand in hand together, take her shopping and buy her whatever she wants. My world would be complete. For now, I’ll take anything she’ll give me, including whatever she has planned inside the privacy of my apartment.

“I gotta go.” Becausemy girlis in my home and ready for me.

Slamming my locker door closed, I dash across the changing room distracted by everything Lola. “See you tomorrow at the same time, yeah?”

“Yeah, and I want to hear all about her then.”

“Not fucking happening,” I call back over my shoulder and pull open the door to leave.

“I will find out who she is, Jordan.”

My balls shoot up inside of my body at his words. I hope not, or he’ll chop them off and use them as hockey pucks.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Jordy

I suck in a breath, my pulse quickening as I walk into my apartment to find Lola kneeling in the hallway leading to my bedroom.

Palms facing down on her thighs, she’s completely naked except for a pair of black lace hold up stockings.

With her head slightly bowed, she smiles. “Welcome home, sir,” she says in a low, sultry tone.

Lola and I have experimented a lot in the bedroom, mainly with positions, but this… this is something different altogether. And I’m fucking here for it. All of it.

“Lola,” I reply, my mouth instantly dry, my dick thickening in my jeans.

The speed I throw my jacket on the floor, drop my truck keys on top of it, then my phone and wallet, is desperate to the point of shameful.

Confirmation that my obsession with her and the need to touch her every minute of every day if I could is real and true. My body is humming, buzzing with impatience. “Couldn’t wait until New Year’s Eve to see me, baby?” I toe off my boots and kick them to the side.

“I’ve missed you.”

My dick bounces in my boxers at her confession. “You been thinking about me?” My socks are next to go, and I toss them to the side.

“Every day,” she admits, making me smile.

I pull my Henley over my head and add it to the pile of belongings next to me, leaving me standing in only my jeans.

Walking over to her, my bare feet slap against the floor, I halt when I reach her and place my finger under her chin to lift her gaze to mine. My heart stutters because I could easily see myself falling for her. That’s already happening, I’m sure of it.

“Straighten your back,” I command.

Lengthening her spine, she does as she’s told. I love how exposed she is, giving herself to me like this.

“Good girl.” I brush my thumb across her bottom lip.

She wiggles her perfect body a little and lets out a small whimper at my praise. “Are you wet for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You want this, baby?”

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