Page 93 of Puck Love

“I just didn’t want to incite any moretalk.”

“Then why sing theanthems?”

“Because they asked me months ago. I didn’t know you’d beplaying.”

I narrow my gaze. “Why not pullout?”

“Because that would have set more tongues wagging than staying for the game,” she says, and she almost looks guilty. “Look, it’s a small world. We’re both in the public eye, and we’re bound to run into one another from time to time. I think the best thing we can do is just be cordial and professional, and stay out of each other’sway.”

“Is that your manager talking, oryou?”

“Why are you asking me so many damnquestions?”

“What are you running from?” I say, echoing the me from several months ago when this strange and beautiful creature had arrived on my doorstep, lost, and seeking refuge from a world that might have destroyed a lesserwoman.

She takes several steps back until there’s nowhere left to go but on top of the counter. “I’m not running fromanything.”

I press against her. She’s stiff as a board.That makes two of us. “I miss you, Stella. I jack it every day thinking about you, sometimes twice a day. I wantyou.”

“You can’t have me,Van.”

“Bullshit,” I hiss. I slide my hand into her hair, and pull her closer. I lean in, but I don’t kiss her. “Tell me you miss me. Tell me you’re thinking about me,too.”

“I don’t . . .” She shakes her head, but her breath is hot and heavy against my face. “I’mnot.”

I close my eyes and rub my cheek against hers. My stubble is likely scratching her delicate skin, but she doesn’t pull away, and I slide my hand under her shirt. She’s braless. I groan. All those long days and nights she tortured me at the cabin by wearing only my flannel shirts with no bra, and probably no panties either, for all I knew.This little cock tease needs a taste of her ownmedicine.

I roll my thumb over her nipple. It beads beneath my touch. I pinch. It isn’t hard, just enough to let her know who’s in charge. Stella throws her head back with a moan, exposing her neck to me. I kiss a trail over her jaw, and down her neck to the collar of her shirt. When the fabric doesn’t stretch as far as I want it to, I lift it over her head and devour her full, luscious tits with my mouth. She drives her hands into my hair, and I trail my lips lower until I’m at the waistband of her sweats. I yank them down and slide them off her feet. She steps out of them and kicks them away, and I know she’s mine, at least for tonight. I know she won’t ask me to leave. Which means I get to touch her, taste her, and fuck her the way I’ve wanted to formonths.

There’s a wet spot on her cotton panties and I slide my fingers over it, savoring the way her hips move towards me reflexively. I cover her with my mouth, panties and all, and then I yank them out of the way with my teeth—or I try to—but they snap back against her, and she cries out. I do it again. I hook my fingers into the sides of her underwear and slowly slide them down her hips. They fall at her feet and Stella discards them, but I snatch them up, bring them to my nose andinhale.

A strangled gasp escapes her, and with a grin I tuck them into the back pocket of my jeans and cover her with my mouth. I don’t give a shit if I just freaked her out. I’m keeping them. I shove her legs apart and fasten my mouth to her clit, sucking gently, and judging by the way she moans, she’s forgotten all about my pantyfetish.

Her hands tug at my hair, and if I didn’t know any better I’d think she was both trying to pull me away and push me closer. I eat her delectable little pussy until her breath turns labored, and she’s begging me to make her come. My dick throbs, my balls ache with longing, and I gotta get inside. My woman always comes first, though. I alternate between licking and sucking, and when she’s riding my face and begging me not to let her come just yet, I slide two fingers inside her warm wet heat and hook them towards the front wall of hervagina.

Stella doesn’t make a sound as her orgasm rips through her body. She jolts, her legs shake, and she drives her hand into my hair and pulls me closer, riding out the high before she collapses against me. The tremors continue, and a sob escapes her. I stand and take her face in my hands. “Hey, baby, what’swrong?”

“I want you toleave.”

I wipe my face on my sleeve. “What?”

“I need you to leave. I can’t breathe when you’re looking at me like that. I can’t breathe when you touchme.”

“Country,” I say, and even I can hear how dejected my voicesounds.

“Just getout!”

“No. You may get to order a whole bunch of people around, but darlin’, I’m not one of them. I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell is going on in that pretty head ofyours.”

“God, Van, don’t you get it? We can’t betogether.”

“Whosays?”

“Everyone. The whole goddamn world. You live in another country, and I’m here,and—”

“And where has that gotten you, huh? Living here. Sure, it’s a nice house, full of all the best shiny sparkling things, but is it home? Is your life really as perfect as you want the world tobelieve?”

“Idon’t—”

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