Page 48 of Puck Love

“I am not talking to you about this.” I continueplaying.

“Why not? Afraid you might likeit?”

“Maybe I am.” I open my mouth and start singing the chorus to thesong.

Van rests his head against the back of the couch and smiles. “I’d rock your world, country. I’d fuck you sogood.”

“Okay. I think you need to rest now.” I set the guitar down and get to my feet. “I’m going to go get a glass of water. You wantsomething?”

“You know I’d make you come first, right? I mean, I know it hurts the first time, but I’d take care of you, babe. I’d make you come so hard you’d forget your name, and why you’ve been ignoring the way you feel about me the last twoweeks.”

“Van,” I warn. “I don’t have feelings foryou.”

“Bullshit. You just admitted to thinking about fucking me.” I raise my brow at him, but he just keeps talking. “You think about me. You think about me all thetime.”

I turn and walk toward the kitchen, but he calls out after me, “I think about you too, Stella. I thought about you just this morning when I was rubbing one out in theshower.”

“Oh my god, stop.” I turn and glare athim.

“Look at you, with your cheeks all pinked up. So fucking hot,” hesays.

I can’t stand here with my mouth hanging open any longer, so I leave the room and walk into the kitchen. Once there, I run the tap and splash my face with water to cool the flames. My whole body feels as if it’s on fire.What is wrong with me?Van is high as a kite, and likely doesn’t mean any of the things he’s saying, and yet all I want is to go back to the den, climb into his lap, and ride him like a pony. I need to get agrip.

I take two glasses from the cabinet and fill them with water, and place a straw in one before returning to the livingroom.

I offer him the glass, and he beckons me closer. I know he can’t really move his shoulder, which is the reason I got him a straw. I bend over in front of him and hold it close to his lips. He drinks, but when I move away, his gaze is firmly fixed on my boobs. He reaches out, and with the lightest touch he traces the soft fabric of my flannelette shirt, fingering the button just above my cleavage. He’s touching skin as well, and I swallow hard and exhalenoisily.

“Country?”

“Uh-huh?”

“You’re spilling water in mycrotch.”

I glance down and sure enough, the glass I’m holding is tilted at an angle that forces the water into his lap. “Oh shit. I’m sosorry.”

Hechuckles.

“Just wait. I’ll get a towel.” I run off to the hot tub, because though I haven’t had a chance to use it just yet, I know there are towels in a closet nearby. I grab two and race back to Van. He attempts to sit up, but he can’t really move without causing himself pain. I gently push him back against the sofa and pat down his lap.This isn’t awkward atall.

“You’re gonna have to help me out ofthem.”

“Yourpants?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, okay. You don’t wanna wait forEli?”

“I love my best friend, but not in that way. So, if it comes to a choice between a hot blonde and a sweaty hockey player, well, I’m sure you can figure out which I’dprefer.”

“Er . . . okay.” I set the towels aside and gingerly lift the hem of his T-shirt. I can’t be one hundred percent sure, but it looks as if he’s hard. Surely not? I mean, I’m such a klutz that I just poured water all over him, and there’s nothing sexy aboutthat.

I unfasten his belt and push it out of the way, and then I undo the button of his jeans. Van grins from ear to ear, he is having way too much fun with this. I swallow hard, then I remember that bent over like this, he’s got a perfect view to my cleavage. I grasp the zipper and yank it down while I glare athim.

He hisses. “Easy, country. You’re gonna decapitate my dick doing things likethat.”

“You know, you can quit staring anytime youwant.”

“I don’t want, but thanks for theoffer.”

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