Page 102 of Puck Love

Iwaketo a hotmouth on my cock, lick my lips, and thread my fingers into Stella’s hair, helping to guide her down more of the length ofme.

“Oh fuck, baby. Yeah, just like that,” I say. A murmur escapes her throat, and the sound vibrates around my dick. “Jesus, country. I missed your mouth so goddamnmuch.”

“MerryChristmas.”

“Christmas was two days ago.” Her mouth bobs on my cock, and I grip her hair harder. “But I love how generous you are with gift-giving.”

She makes another noise, a chuckle maybe, and her pace quickens. I have to keep from thrusting my hips, because I want so badly just to let loose and fuck the back of her throat, but I don’t want to hurt her. I should put a stop to this. I should flip her onto her back and make her come first, but she pumps her hand around my cock in time with her mouth and I blow my load with a fucking stealth-attack orgasm.Christ. What the hell does this woman do tome?

Stella releases me and crawls up the bed, cuddling into my side. I’m blissed out and sleepy, and I wrap my arm around her and hold her close. I like her bed, but I wish we were at the cabin, hidden away from the rest of the world. Last night, we soaked in her tub. It was barely big enough for the two of us, but it didn’t stop me from making her come. Still, I want to do her in my hot tub, my bed, my kitchen, and every other damn surface in my house. She’s more likely to walk around naked there too, because there’s less chance of some paparazzi asshole sneaking around the property for the perfect shot . . . though, I guess that’s maybe not so true anymore. I may have to build a big fuck-off privacy fence around my house now that the bastards have scoped it outthoroughly.

Fuck. I’m not even gone yet and I miss her already. Stella’s heading out on tour again soon, and I’ll be . . . god knows where, playing the game that I love and missing my woman likecrazy.

Downstairs, a door opens, and I flinch because I wasn’t expecting that. “Is that yourcleaner?”

Stella fumbles around on the nightstand and turns the alarm clock to face us. “Oh shit. I’m supposed to be onNashville Morningsin anhour.”

“What?”

“Get up. You have to getup.”

“Babe, who’shere?”

Just then, the ballbuster’s voice comes from the stairs. “Stella, please don’t tell me you’re stillsleeping?”

“Stall her,” Stella says, kissing me and darting naked across the room to the bathroom where she runs theshower.

The bedroom door is wide open, and I’m on my feet, searching for my clothes, sporting a semi when the ballbuster walksin.

She throws her hands up to cover her eyes. “Oh,god.”

I cover my junk, but I’m a little larger than most, and my hands don’t really hide all that much. “Just Van,actually.”

Lana lowers her hands and stares at me for a long time. A lot longer than I’m comfortable with. “The photos don’t do you justice. Must have been all that Canadian snow,huh?”

I haven’t a single clue what to say to this woman, so I just shrug and fumble behind me for a cushion to cover my junk. Then I remember a few choice words of my own now that I have her alone. “It was your idea, wasn’t it? For Stella to stay away fromme?”

“It wasn’tpersonal.”

“Then what wasit?”

“Well, maybe it was personal. I was trying to protecther.”

“What happened? You get your heart broken by a hockeyplayer?”

One brow arches just a fraction, and for a beat I see the pain behind her eyes. “Football,actually.”

“And you think I’m going to play her?” I narrow my gaze. “I’m not. I have no intention of ever hurting Stellaagain.”

“We’ll see. For now, it doesn’t seem like she’s listening to my advice anyway, so I guess it’s all invain.”

I cock my head to the side and shoot her a questioning glance. “Maybe your advice isn’t sosage.”

Her lips twist up into a grin and I can tell she doesn’t want to, but she lets out a dark chuckle. “Maybe. At any rate, she’s late for an interview that’s supposed to repair some of the damage that you two caused, so I’m not sure you’re off to a goodstart.”

“She’ll bethere.”

“I’ll wait downstairs.” She walks to the door and I salute her as she pulls it closed, and then I flop down on the bed. I guess Lana’s desire to keep me from Stella makes a little more sense now, but that doesn’t mean I forgive her. Not all athletes are tarred with the samebrush.

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