Page 11 of Dirty Puck

Not until he made good on every promise that sound whispered down my spine.

It was happening.Now. I pressed one hand to the headboard, locking my arm in place as he slowly pushed inside me, filling me completely, a sensation that defied words. The slowness surprised me. I didn’t take him as a man who did slow or a man who took his time to let a partner adjust to the size and feel of him, but he gave me that moment. His strong fingers dug into the skin of my hips and he started to thrust. Each one came harder and faster than the one before. The roughness of his jeans abraded my most sensitive flesh. Instinctively, I squeezed, tightening my grip around him. The friction built like a static charge waiting to ignite.

Harder.

Faster.

The headboard thumped against the wall hard enough to dent the drywall. The slapping of our skin filled the room along with the tiny grunts he made and my own whimpers. Each pivot of my hips to meet his oncoming thrust resulted in his grunts growing louder. I squeezed my eyes shut, drinking in the feel of the moment. I needed him tonight more than I’d realized and I was deeply grateful to be living this life. The recognizable scent of good sex filled my nose and I breathed it in along with my revelry.

Despite how glorious it felt, nothing about this coupling was tender or sweet. He’d promised fucking and he made good on that.

“Back,” he grunted, flipping me onto my back, pressing my knees wide and up to my shoulders. It felt uncomfortable until he slid back inside, now able to thrust up. He balanced himself by bracing against one of my knees, which allowedhim to press down on my pubic bone. He remembered. A sheen of sweat glistened over my skin, but I clamped down around his shaft with everything I had left in me.

Reece continued to pound, causing me to scream out his name. In the pure ecstasy of the moment, my body arched, seizing up every muscle, and I lost my breath. He thrust in once more, losing himself, and slumped, pressing his head to my breastbone. His breaths came as heavy as mine.

When he pulled out, I felt bereft of him, wanting to repeat that for the rest of the night.

But as soon as his breaths calmed, he patted my hip and pushed up out of bed. I lay there naked and confused watching him walk out of my room. It took me a second for my body to catch up to the situation, but I moved out of the bed, reaching the living room in time to see Reece slipping back on his T-shirt.

I opened my mouth to ask, “You’re leaving?” but closed it before the words slipped out. He’d come to fuck. We’d fucked. Transaction fulfilled. Reece walked over to me, pulling me in for a hard kiss.

“Thanks, babe. I’ll catch up with you later. We’ll plan another one.”

Again, I said nothing. He didn’t really give me the time. The front door clicked shut and I had enough frame of mind to turn the deadbolt and slide the chain lock. Then I showered for a second time that night, threw on some clean panties and a sleep shirt, then went to bed.

Tossing. Turning. My bed smelled like sex. It smelled like him.

At a time when I should’ve been sleeping, I pushed up out of my bed yet again to strip the comforter. I shoved it into my hamper, but the thing was so thick that the lid couldn’t close all the way. Then I pulled my “wash day” comforter from the linen closet, tucking it under one arm to give me a hand tograb a fizzy water from the fridge before heading back to my room.

Despite the workout my body just received, I knew my mind stood zero chance of settling on its own. I popped a couple of over-the-counter sleeping pills into my mouth, chasing them with the water.

Finally, I lay back down, covering myself with the clean blanket, and waited for the sleep to take me.

CHAPTER

THREE

BREE

When my eyes cracked open, I realized it happened because of the knocking on my front door. Still groggy, I got up to answer it. I opened the door to Mrs. Grazia and my little Benny boy smiling up at me.

“Mrs. Gra—shoot! What time is it?”

She laughed. “Eleven.”

“Oh, man. I’m so sorry. I forgot to set my alarm. Let me throw on some clothes real quick.”

“No rush,” she said, but half the day was gone. I only got so much time with the two of them. Hurriedly, I splashed water on my face in the bathroom sink before throwing my hair up in a quick, messy bun. After wrangling on my bra, panties, a soft-pink V-neck T-shirt, and my gray joggers, I tied on my cross trainers and walked out to the living room.

“Hopefully, I didn’t take too long.”

“You’re fine,” Mrs. Grazia said. “You look very pretty.”

I looked down at myself. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“Then it’s a good thing you have me around.”

Absolutely the truth, for so many reasons. Embarrassingly, I noticed my phone on the floor where I’d dropped it whenReece called on me last night and bent down to pick it up, swiping my purse and keys up off the table.

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