Page 100 of Pucking Around

“Close what?”

“The distance.”

He frowns, gesturing around. “We’re in public, Rachel. No public displays of affection, remember?”

“I hate when you guys call me that,” I murmur.

“What—your name?”

“I don’t want to be Rachel in your eyes.” I step closer. “I want to be your Seattle Girl,” I say, brushing my fingers down the fabric of his lapel. “Your baby girl…yours.”

He sighs, closing his eyes. “I’m barely holding on here.”

“Then let go,” I whisper. “Jake, just let go.”

He opens his eyes, his gaze molten.

“I want you, Jake,” I say on a breath. “I need you. Find me again. Please, come find me—”

He silences me with a kiss, his free hand pulling me closer. I open to him, my head tipping back as I taste the alcohol on his tongue. In moments, he’s breaking away with a groan.

“Fuck, I can’t do this here,” he mutters, his lips brushing against my temple.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“It’s…I feel like the horse is watching me,” he admits, glancing back up to the painting.

With a laugh, I grab his free hand. “Come on.”

“What are you doing?” he says, following after me.

My heels click across the floor as I pull him into the stairwell, letting the door shut behind us with a clang. There’s no way to secure it, so we’ll just have to risk it. “Cay said your game was to try and break my PDA ban,” I say, taking his drink from his hand and setting it down on the steps with mine.

“Yeah, listen—I’m sorry, Seattle. I was being a competitive jerk. This is all new to me, and I was worried about what I said to Cay, and missing you, and I was being an asshole—”

I step forward, placing my fingers against his lips. “I’m breaking my ban,” I declare. “If I don’t have you right fucking now, I’m gonna scream. So, you just tell me what the point system is, and I’ll make sure you leave this stairwell winning. Agreed?”

He smirks down at me. “What did you do with Cay in the bathroom of Rip’s? Don’t think I didn’t notice you both disappear for fifteen minutes.”

I smile back at him, unashamed. That was a fun night. “He ate me out on the sink,” I reply, my body responding as Jake stares me down, his hands stroking my hips. “And then I sucked him off.”

His brows lower as he does the math. “So…I think that’s twenty points. Ten points for each mouth action.”

I gaze up at him. “Okay, well you’ve got exactly three minutes to claim the top score. What are we doing here, angel?”

He presses me back against the wall by the door. “For fifty points, I’m gonna rail you hard and fast,” he breathes, his lips brushing mine. “Your sweet pussy is gonna come all over my dick. And then we’re gonna walk back out to that boring party with me dripping down your thighs.”

Oh yeah, this is my Jake. Back in the game.Finally.

“Do you worst,” I tease. “Just cover my mouth when I scream.”

He growls, his hands dropping to his pants. “Take your undies off and slip them in my pocket. Every time I look at you tonight, you’re gonna squeeze those thighs, understood?”

I fist the skirt of my gown with both hands, hiking it up. “Too bad for you, angel. I’m not wearing underwear.”

He goes still, one hand on his dick. With a groan, he steps in, cupping my face with his free hand. “You are my every fucking dream.”

“I know,” I say with a smile, my hand wrapping around his on his dick. “Now get inside me.”

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