Page 34 of Arrogant Puck

Lexi.

She’s in stilettos and a leather mini, glossy lips already curled into a satisfied smirk.

Sage doesn’t even glance at her. Just keeps walking like she didn’t just come out of a man’s house at 8:55 p.m. after being pulled between his legs and told she was full of shit.

Lexi watches her for half a second before slipping inside like she owns the place. She’s already talking before the door shuts behind her.

“Who was that?” she asks, stepping into the kitchen, eyeing the half-full glass of water Sage didn’t touch.

I click my phone off and toss it on the counter.

“Some bullshit from work.”

Lexi’s eyes narrow just enough to tell me she doesn’t buy it.

I don’t care.

She leans into me, her perfume thick and familiar, nails dragging over my abs like she’s tracing everyone she missed last time. I grab her waist and lift her clean off the floor, setting her ass down on the counter without breaking stride.

“You missed me or something?” she purrs.

“Shut up.”

I yank her thighs apart and step between them, tugging her thong aside with one hand and pulling my dick out with the other. No warm-up. No buildup. I’m already hard.

I slide into her in one rough thrust, her body jerking from the force of it.

She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders, but she doesn’t tell me to stop.

“Fuck, Slater,” she moans.

I bury my face in her neck and fuck her hard enough to rattle the glass behind her. Her moans bounce off the tile, and it’s loud, messy, raw.

But not enough.

My brain won’t quiet.

All I can think about is the weight of Sage’s stare, the curve of her mouth when she refused to back down. That little fucking pulse in her throat when I touched her. That pause—like her body wasn’t sure if it wanted to run or stay.

Lexi arches into me, lips at my ear. “Jesus, what the hell’s gotten into you? Always just a fuck then done.”

I don’t answer because that’s exactly what this is, what this will always be.

She doesn’t want the truth anyway.

And I’m too busy trying to exorcise a ghost I shouldn’t even have.

Lexi exhales hard when I pull out of her, grabbing for me like she’s expecting post-game cuddling or some shit.

I back up, shoving my dick back into my shorts, grabbing paper towels to clean her up and then I wipe my hand.

She doesn’t hop off the counter right away.

“What the hell was that?” she finally demands, breathless, panties still shoved to the side. “You usually treat me like an asshole but tonight you’re—what—even worse?”

I don’t answer. Just grab the glass Sage didn’t touch and pour it down the drain.

Lexi huffs. “You just used me.”

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