Page 121 of Puck Love

I glance around the small space. There’s barely enough room for one person on this damn bus. I don’t know how she does it, existing in such confined quarters. I’m no stranger to hotel rooms or living out of suitcases, but even I get to go home every few days. I glance at the plush leather couches lining the wall and run my hand over the table top in front of me. I grab the edge and yank it hard, testing its strength. “So, this is your world,eh?”

“Yup.”

“And there’s abedroom?”

“Uh-huh.” She moves toward me and leans up on tiptoes for a kiss, lightly brushing her lips over mine. “You wanna seeit?”

“I do, but first I wanna bend you over this damn table and fuck you right here so that every morning while you drink your chamomile tea, you remember how good it felt with my cock buried deep insideyou.”

Her jaw drops—and if I didn’t need to fuck her so bad, I might even find her doe-eyed innocence cute. Right now, I’m too goddamn impatient forcute.

I grab her waist and turn her, pulling her body tight against mine. Squeezing her breasts until her nipples form hard peaks beneath the silky fabric of her top, I grind my hips, my hard-on pressing against her ass. I encircle my fingers around the nape of her neck, lay my other hand flat against her back, and push her upper body down on the table. Groaning, I shove the skirt up over her hips, and yank her panties down, exposing her sweet ass to theair.

“Spread your legs for me,Stella.”

She does as she’s told, and I lean back so that I can see everything. Jesus fucking Christ. She’s perfect, and all mine. I slide a finger down her crevice and play with her clit in gentle circular motions. She opens her legs wider. Releasing my cock from my jeans, I slide the head through her slick flesh, and when I’m confident she’s wet enough, I drive it inside her. She gasps, clutching the edges of the table as I pump into her. Later, I’ll take my time. I’ll kiss every inch, lick and taste all of her gorgeous body, but for now, I need to fuck her before I gocrazy.

I slide in balls deep. Stella hisses. I don’t know if it’s too much so I ease out and rock gently back in as the bus pulls away from the stadium. Keeping my footing proves difficult as we sway back and forth, but I plant my feet and eventually find a rhythm as I pump in and out. Stella hangs on to the table, and I grab her hips, but it’s not close enough. I lean over her, bracing my weight on my forearms placed either side of her body. Her back is pressed against my chest, and my cock is so deep inside her that it’s impossible to believe we aren’t one, that we weren’t always meant for one another, meant to be just likethis.

I don’t know if it’s the angle, the long absence, or the vibrations from the bus, but Stella’s legs start to shake. Her breath labors, and I know she’s close to coming. I am too, but I hold off because I want to witness her orgasm. She tightens around my cock, her eyes fall closed, and her mouth opens as her cries rip through the cabin, and I whisper, “I love you,Stella.”

My own orgasm grips me and I rock into her tight pussy, and lose all sense of awareness, until we turn a sharp corner and I almost lose my footing. I’d hate to think what might happen if we fell while I was insideher.

I lean up and stroke the hair back from her face. Her cheeks are flushed with a fresh-fucked glow and her skin breaks out in gooseflesh as I cover her body again, careful not to crush her beneath myweight.

“Come on. You promised to show me this bedroom of yours.” I ease out of her, and Stella gasps, which of course has my cock growing hard again. It bobs against her ass. I grab my shaft and rub the crown over her puckered asshole. She stiffens all over and lies completely still, unmoving. I tease us both a little more, sliding my cock’s head across the sensitive flesh, pushing without actually seeking entry. “One day, country, I’m gonna be all up inhere.”

“Er . . .”

“Not now. Relax. I won’t do it until you ask meto.”

“And if I never askyou?”

“Then you never ask. But it would be an awful shame because you have one very fuckable ass.” I groan and smack it. She jolts upright and glares at me, but there’s excitement in her eyes. I grab her around the waist and throw her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and then I smack her ass again for good measure. She squeals, and I walk to the back of the bus, because that just seems like the most logical place for a bedroom.Where the hell else are they going to put it? I slide the door back only to realize halfway through that it’s automatic, and it jerks back inside the frame with a juddering whoosh. “Shit.”

“Did you just break my bus, Ross?” She’s all-businessnow.

“Maybe.”

“God, you and your giant paws are why we can’t have nicethings.”

“Hey, my paws aren’t giant, and you have plenty of nice things I haven’t broken. Like this, for example.” I grab her ass, then I slide my hand lower and cup her pussy. “Andthis.”

I push the door the rest of the way open and toss her on the mattress as if she weighs nothing. Stella feigns disgust, until I climb on the tiny bed and lower my body down onhers.

In the morning, Stella begsme to stay before I’ve even fully opened my eyes, and I want to. God, how I want to, but as exhausted as I am, I also have this renewed vigor to get back on the ice and win the motherfucking Stanley Cup. My hand is twitching to hold my stick, and not the one I had in Stella until the wee hours. “I have to be at the airport atnine.”

“So you’ll stay and have breakfast with me? We have a waffle-maker. I can makewaffles.”

I crack open my eyelids and frown at her. “Country, baby, you’re good at so many things, but cooking isn’t one ofthem.”

“Well, we’re parked at the stadium now, and this is where the busses will stay until tonight, so we could order in? Or we could get a hotel room, with a bed that you actually fit on, and roomservice?”

“I tell you what. You let me eat you again and I’ll make us waffles forbreakfast.”

“Done,” she says, and straddles my waist. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her closer, until she’s clutching the headboard against the wall. She maneuvers her legs a little more until she straddles my face, and then I pull her down to me and devour her over and over until she begs me tostop.

She takes a shower as I lie on the uncomfortable-ass bed that’s two sizes too damn small for a two-hundred-pound hockey player. I don’t bother with the shower because I want to smell like Stella long after I’ve left here. This woman’s my lucky charm. Stella Hart is everything. And I plan on keeping it that way. Maybe not right now, but eventually, I’ll ask that question again, and this time I’ll mean it with everything that Iam.

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