Page 94 of Puck Love

“Do you think about me,Stella?”

Tears run down her cheeks and she sobs. “What does that have to do withanything?”

“Answer the fuckingquestion.”

“Yes, okay? Yes, I think about you all thetime.”

“And just now, when I touched you, did it feelright?”

“Yes,but—”

“Then fucking kiss me, babe. Forget about what everyone else wants, what the world wants. If you want me, I’m yours.” She doesn’t say a word. A tear glances off her jaw, and I wipe it away with my thumb. “Please? Put me out of my damn misery,country.”

Her features crumple, and tears glide down her perfect face as she leans up to kiss me. I don’t question it. I just slide my hands beneath her ass and lift her so that she wraps her legs around mywaist.

I walk us into the lounge. I lay her down on the plush white sofa that practically swallows her whole, and I unfasten my belt and pop open the button on my jeans. She jumps up and shoves my hands out of the way so she can take over what always seems like such a menial task. Her hands unzipme.

Stella pushes the denim off my hips. She squeezes my ass while she’s back there, and my dick bobs and practically slaps her in the face inexcitement.

She chuckles and slides one careful hand up my shaft while she lowers her mouth to my dick. She draws the head between her lips. I groan and grip her hair, resisting the urge to fuck the back of her throat. I have to count to ten and force myself to think of priests and dead beavers and my teammates’ sweaty junk in the locker rooms to keep from coming down her throat. It does the trick—a little too well,unfortunately.

She looks up at me with big aquamarine doe eyes. “Am I not doing itright?”

“No, baby. You suck me sogood.”

“Then why are you goingsoft?”

I can see the disappointment in her gaze, and I cup her chin and whisper, “Because I was thinking about myteammates.”

Her eyes widen. “Oh . . . um is that maybe something we should discuss? I mean, I’ve never had a problem with men and other men, but I would like to keep you all tomyself.”

I chuckle. “Oh country, I’m not gay, and if I was I certainly wouldn’t be fantasizing about my fucking teammates. They’reanimals.”

“Then I don’tunderstand. . .”

“I was trying to keep from coming down yourthroat.”

“Oh, well, I already told you I’d swallow,” she says with a grin, and I can’t help it. I shove her back against the soft couch and kiss herstupid.

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