Page 49 of Puck Lust

The man I’m…

I grit my teeth.

No.

Fucking.The man I’m fucking.

My ears ring, sweat beads exploding along my prickled skin. I’m not prepared for it, but when it happens, holy shit. My brain short-circuits, my skin is on fire. The orgasm charges through me, sizzling every cell in its path as I lose myself inhim. Hot ropes of cum from his cock shoot across my heaving chest, coating us both.

Oh my God.

Did that…?

Yeah, that just fucking happened.

Suddenly, the ringing gets louder, my lungs tight like they’re being crushed by a vise.

I swallow hard, words escaping me when Jack opens his eyes then narrows them at me when I still don’t speak.

Because I can’t.

My dick slips out of him when I sit back on my knees, trying to calm my breathing and silence the screaming voices in my head.

It’s deafeningly silent in the room, but my mind is a mess of noise that I can’t unhear.

After a minute or two, his expression shifts, hardens, the mask suddenly back in place. His heated gaze ices over, chilling the blood in my veins.

He sits up, then swings his legs around me to get off the bed.

“And I toldyouI didn’t need to be saved.” His spine tenses, muscles in his legs tightening as he walks toward the bathroom. “Consider your good deed done and leave me the fuck alone.”

Then he slams the door shut, the force shattering the photos on the wall as well as my heart.

What…thefuck?

SEVENTEEN

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It’s been three days,three excruciating days filled with pent-up longing and desperation to relive what Carter awoke in me when we were in Minnesota. After an endless number of cold showers to rid myself of the memories, I still can’t scrub Carter’s phantom fingerprints off my body. I can feel them dance over my skin, tenderly trace over the lines of my scars, each touch scorching my soul like tiny erotic flames that I can’t fucking figure out how to extinguish.

I lower myself to the ice at the Play It Forward rink, gripping my hockey stick as I lean into a stretch before our afternoon session begins. The chill in the air does nothing to cool down the X-rated fantasies that have looped through my mind since that night at the hotel.

Thoughts of Carter’s lips capturing mine, of my mouth wrapped around his perfect pink cock as he gave himself to me in a way I’d only dreamed about, of him inside of me making me feel…

I grit my teeth, give the ice a good slam with my stick, and change positions to work my calves.

Making me feel more afraid than I’ve ever been in my life.

And trust me, I know fear. Hell, that was probably the most normal and common part of my fucked-up, crazy, dysfunctional childhood.

Saying those things to him and walking away like that…yeah, it was a shitty thing to do, but I had no choice. I saw the flicker of doubt in his gaze after he gave me the most insane orgasm of my damn life and immediately shut down to keep my heart from being ripped out of my chest when he decided he’d made a mistake.

The look on his face confirmed it.

I get it. You don’t just go your whole life being straight and then boom, decide you’re gonna be gay to help a teammate out.

No matter how much of a savior you are.

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