Page 18 of Dirty Puck

“We’re taking my truck.”

“No, we’re not. I need my car.”

While she shot daggers at me, I hit the fob to unlock my truck.

“Get in, or I’ll carry you there myself. Your call.”

She must’ve realized I wasn’t bluffing, because with an annoyed huff, she popped her door open and climbed out. Slammed it shut like it had insulted her, then stomped toward my truck.

Her hips swayed naturally. Zero effort, no intention. And somehow that made it worse. Made me want her more.

My dick definitely got the memo.

The streets were pretty clear. She wouldn’t even look at me on the ride back to her apartment complex. I parked close to her building and she got out, demanding her keys.

“You’ll get them when I get you up to your apartment safely.”

“Oh, my god, Reece. You don’t like me. We’renotfriends. Just give me my keys and go.”

I could’ve walked back to my truck—but I had no plans to leave her tonight.

She might not have liked it, but when I took her hand to guide us toward the front door, she didn’t pull away. Didn’t fight me.

And that said more than words ever could.

We walked to the back of the hallway to her apartment and Bree turned to me with her hand out, waiting for the keys. I tipped my chin down at the door handle and unlocked the door myself, pushing it open. I grabbed her hand to lead her inside, shutting and locking the door behind me.

“What’s going on here, Reece?”

“I think you know damn well what’s going on here.”

She held her hand up in front of her. “Whoa… you humiliated me in front of my neighbor and my son. We’re not having sex.”

“Babe,” I said, stepping closer, “we are. You had to know where this was leading. I know you want it as much as I do.”

Bree looked to the heavens and then took a step toward me. “This is the last time.”

“It’s not. Listen—you caught me off guard,” I said right before pressing my lips to her pulse point pounding in her neck. She sucked in a sharp breath.

“Reece,” she breathed my name, melting in my arms.

“Right here, babe.” I gripped her ass, squeezing tight, shoving her against my crotch for her to feel my erection.

“Sofa.”

“No.” The last time, I had her in her bed.

She slammed the bedroom door behind her, arms crossed, jaw tight. “You don’t get to act like a caveman and then waltz in here expecting forgiveness.”

“I’m not expecting it,” I said, stepping closer. “I’m earning it.”

She didn’t move when I crowded her space. Just looked up at me, defiant as hell. “This isn’t a reward, Reece. This is goodbye.”

“Say that again after you come on my face.”

Her breath caught, eyes flickering with the kind of heat that contradicted every word out of her mouth. She wanted to fight. Fine. I’d take every swing she had and still pin her to the mattress.

She grabbed my shirt and yanked me in, kissing me like she wanted it to hurt. Teeth clashed. Tongues tangled. She was trying to take control, trying to fuck the goodbye into me—but I wasn’t having it.

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