Page 123 of Arrogant Puck

“Promise?” Her voice is small, fragile.

I grab her face more firmly, making sure she sees the truth in my eyes. “I love you so fucking much, Sage.”

Tears fill her eyes again, but these are different—not tears of pain, but of relief and joy and something that looks like hope.

She nods, then hugs me tightly. “I love you too.”

I hug her back, my mind already working through what I need to do. Because I have a plan forming, and it requires her to not question a single fucking thing.

“I’ll be back, okay?” I say, shouldering my gym bag. I have to go in to talk to the coaches, and I know I’m missing a ton of fucking homework. But I needed this past week with her.

“I’ll be here,” she promises, and that simple statement makes me smile.

“Be back soon.”

I slip out of the house and head to the arena.

When I get to the rink, my coaches are waiting with stern expressions and barely contained frustration. They demand an explanation for my absence, and I give them just enough truth to satisfy them—mental health break, personal issues, but I’m clean and ready to play.

They make me take a drug test on the spot, which comes back clean just like I knew it would. I swear that I just needed time to get my head right, and I’m down for the game tomorrow. We leave first thing in the morning for an away game.

The coaches excuse me with a warning, and I take to the rink, running drills on my own. I skate until my muscles burn, until my skates kill my right hip, until it’s fucking screaming at me to stop, until I’ve worked out the elaborate plan that’s been forming in my mind.

When I get back to my house, Sage is there on the couch with dinner waiting. The sight of her in my kitchen, in my space, making herself at home, hits me right in the chest.

I drop my things and reach for her, kissing her deeply.

“Dinner. Is. Done.” She kisses me between words.

“Thank you, baby,” I say, my hands already wandering. “But my dinner’s right here. Open your legs.”

“Slater,” she scolds, but I can see the heat in her eyes as she obeys anyway.

I pull off her shorts as she rests back on her elbows on the couch.

“Seriously? It’s already getting cold waiting for you.”

“Seriously,” I say, wetting my lips.

Her pussy is so fucking pretty. I grab her thighs and force her off her elbows.

“I’m fucking starving. Thank you for dinner.”

I lick her pussy, tasting her. Fuck, she’s delicious. Her back arches, so I run my hand up to her waist.

“Slater,” she breathes.

I enter my fingers inside of her and curl, and her moans swell my cock.

I work faster, harder against her. My fucking hip bothering me again, so to mask the pain, I pull my pants down and fuck my own dick with my palm.

Her moans get louder as she rides my face.

This.

This right fucking here.

Is my heaven.

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