Page 40 of Dirty Puck

“Taking that ass again,” he grumbled into my ear, then I felt him reach over to the bedside table. He moved back to me with a condom and the lube. “Pillow,” he ordered and I moved the pillow he’d used under my pelvic region. The cold contact of the lube made me jump. Like before, he used his fingers to spread it around on the inside too. “Spread your legs for me a bit.” I did that, too, and he reached under me to begin stroking my clit. Although he went gentle at first, once he had the condom on, he started rubbing and pressing with more force to keep me feeling good while he pushed inside, stretching me.

Reece thrust in over and over at the pace he wanted from this. Not too fast, not too slow. His finger never left my center and when he started getting close, the man adjusted his hand to keep his thumb pressing while he moved his two fingers inside, bending them forward.

With the magic of the G-spot engaged, I began to shake until I felt that orgasm from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes. He roared his out and I knew I’d remember the sound of him coming for the rest of my life.

By this point, the tiredness swept through me and I could barely keep my eyes open.

“As much as I love taking that ass,” he said, “nothing compares to your sweet pussy. Gave you a break tonight because I saw you wince.”

“Well, my sweet pussy thanks you,” I slurred right before yawning, but I needed a bit of a clean-up before I could let myself drift and excused myself to the bathroom.

Yawning again as I eased my way back onto the bed, moving under the covers, Reece pulled me in close to his body, draping an arm over my waist.

“Sleep now, baby. We can pack in the morning.” Hepressed a kiss to the side of my head. The last thing I remembered was him holding me, wrapped protectively around my body.

I woke up sore as all get-out. Every muscle ached, but the memories of how they’d come to ache caused a huge smile to spread across my face.

“Morning,” Reece said and I turned my head up to face the man.

“Morning.”

“I talked to Miss Claudia. She’s getting packed.”

The man never ceased to surprise me. Up and over to Miss Claudia’s place before I ever woke up? He was excited to see his mom. It was cute. I knew it was to relieve her stress, but come on, the big, bad hockey goalie excited to bring his new “girlfriend” to meet his mom had to be one of the sweetest things ever.

“Right. I better shower. Dress code?” I asked.

“Dress code?”

“Do I bringcomfortableor do I try forupper middle class? I know nothing about your mother.”

He laughed, smacking my ass softly to get me going. “My mom wouldn’t care if you showed up in those strings and swatches of fabric you wore to dance. She’ll just be so fucking happy to meet you.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Properly, this time,” he amended.

“Have you called her yet?”

“I thought we’d surprise her.”

“No. If it were just you and me, maybe—but we’re bringing Benny and Miss Claudia. She needs time to at the very least mentally prepare for a home invasion.”

“Fine, baby.” He swiped his phone up from the table. “I’ll call.”

That was easy. Score another point on the pro side for fake dating. No reason to argue.

“Ma,” he said and I looked over at him. He smiled at me and I had to admit, my heart might’ve skipped a beat. “Putting you on speaker. I want you to meet someone.” Then he pressed the phone screen and his mother’s voice filled the room.

“Hello?” she said.

“Hi, Mrs. Reece.”

“You want me to meet someone this early on a Saturday and she’s a woman? Son, I swear if you’re messing with me, I’ll take you out of my will.”

He chuckled. Gallows humor. I respected that. “Not messing, Ma. This is Bree. You met her?—”

“At Sumpter,” she said, cutting him off. “Iknewyou had feelings for her.”

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