Page 46 of Puck Lust

I mean, come on? What kind of bad karma did I dredge up in the past to deserve that?

I use my keycard to get into the room and step inside the darkness. I kick off my shoes and drop my bag on the floor before turning on a light.

Damn. A drink does sound good right about now.

Maybe I’ll hit the mini bar after my shower.

I really could use some mind erasing, come to think of it.

Stripping off my suit, I heave a deep sigh. I can survive a season of this. I can lock shit up nice and tight. I’ve done it plenty of times. Once we get back to Oakland, maybe I’ll try to find a hot, tattooed, distraction, someone to keep my bed warm…someone I don’t “randomly” meet in a fucking bar.

Grindr can help with that.

I just need to make a fake fucking account so whoever is watching me stays the hell away.

I pull open the clear glass door and turn on the shower. I already took a quick shower at the arena but I’m so damn tense. Steam rises out of the enclosure and I step under the hot spray, letting it rush over my head and aching shoulders. I lean back against the tile wall, my eyes floating closed.

And fuck my life, it has to be Carter’s face that springs to my mind.

This time, when he corners me, I don’t cut him off.

This time, I let him finish.

“You make me feel things I don’t understand, Jack,” he murmurs, bringing a hand to the back of my head and dragging his fingertips through my hair. “And I need to tell you that I’ve never forgotten that night. Never forgotten that kiss.” He smiles. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

With a racing pulse, I grip my hard cock, imagining that it’s Carter’s hand stroking it. I jerk my hips, thrusting against my hand, imagining his lips on mine, his muscled chest pressed against me, the delicious friction of his dick rubbing against mine.

The bathroom door creaks and my eyes fly open, a choked gasp catching in my throat.

Carter walks into the room in nothing but his black boxer briefs, his deep set eyes searching for my face. He doesn’t say a word, just watches me. Through the water-splattered glass, I watch him strip off his briefs, my heart thrashing in my chest from the fantasy that seems to have miraculously come to life.

He then pulls open the door handle and steps inside, his massive cock thickening as he joins me under the hot spray.

I can’t speak. Fuck, I can barely breathe.

I want to ask him what the hell he’s doing, what he’s thinking.

But I can’t even make my mouth move because I’m too mesmerized by him.

All of him.

“I told you before that you make me feel things I don’t understand,” he says, the deep timbre of his voice making my body hum. “And I need you to make me understand. I want you to show me.”

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My heart lodgesin my throat, hammering hard, choking me as I wait for Jack to say something…anything.

He stares at me for the longest minute of my damn life, his dark gaze igniting sparks that make my blood boil. Water runs over his muscled body, his skin glistening and flushed from the heat.

“You don’t really want this,” he finally says. “You don’t want me. You’re confused. And I can’t?—”

He starts to push past me but I grab his arm, stopping him before he can get out. “You can’t what?”

Pushing his wet hair back, he turns his head away, his jaw tight. “I can’t give you what you need. I’m no good to anyone right now, do you get that?”

Heat rushes up the sides of my neck, my skin pebbled with goosebumps despite the hot spray of water filling the enclosure.

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