Page 50 of Dirty Puck

We got Claudia settled inside her apartment and then Reece helped me get Benny to bed, grabbing his Pull-Up and Buzz Lightyear pajamas for me. Then he left me to get my boy situated. After Benny’s room, I walked to the living room to lock the front door, but Reece had already done it. The lights were off as well.

He waited for me in bed. I was too tired for sex tonight and he’d just have to understand that. While he lay in bed watching, I changed into my comfortable sleep shirt and climbed into bed with him. Reece looked good lying there with his hands tucked under his head, showing off those bulging muscles.

“How are you doing now that we’re back?” I asked.

He sighed. His sighs really spoke volumes. Whole conversations without uttering a word, but I wanted the words. And generously, he gave them. “Honestly, I want her here with me even more now. I want her to get to know Benny more. He’sthe closest thing she’ll ever get to a grandkid. I want her to have a friend in Claudia.”

“Well, we’ll have to work on her more. You’re very persuasive. I mean, look at all the things you’ve gotten me to try.”

“Youwantedto try them. You just didn’t know it.”

“Keep telling yourself that, buddy.” I laughed, but it died quickly when he pulled me in for a kiss.

“Thank you,” he said. “This weekend meant a lot to me.”

Then, without letting me respond, he switched off the bedside lamp and settled down to sleep.

Of all the sides I thought this arrangement would bring out of Baker Reece, sensitive wasn’t on that list. Wow. I had a feeling life was about to get very interesting from here on out.

CHAPTER

NINE

REECE

Fuck.She was beautiful doing nothing more than lying next to me wearing a damn sleep shirt. When she stretched, pushing those tits out, she got me as hard as a rock.

I shook her awake. “Hey, Bree, got to fuck you, babe.”

Without hesitation, she asked, “How do you want me?”

“Just let me do what I got to do.”

“Okay.” She yawned and tore the shirt up over her head, tossing it onto my pillow.

The smell of her desire for me—damn. I wiped my hand over my face, spread her legs wide, and sucked her clit into my mouth.

She moaned this loud, sweet, sexy moan. It was addictive and man, I got off on that. I sucked harder, making her squirm. I ripped my mouth away, slapping her pussy.

She widened her legs for me.

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

I knew it.I just wanted to hear her say it. As a reward, I bent in to suck her again. The second moan sounded even sweeter when it left her mouth and I tore mine away again,slapping that pussy hard enough to turn it bright pink and pucker.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?”

“I need more.”

“Not until I’m ready.” I teased her, drawing my cock through her lower lips, using the tip to rub her clit. She cried out.

At this point, I could’ve done anything to her and she’d have taken it—begged for it—and loved every goddamn second. Women didn’t fake it with me, but Bree? She was something else entirely. Raw. Responsive. Real. Every moan, every tremble—nothing about her was put on. And it hit me all over again that this little fake arrangement we’d made might’ve been the best damn decision of my life.

Things were heating up fast—seconds away from going from hot toholy hell—when the doorknob started to twist.

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