Page 6 of Pucking Around

He’s looking down, but he’s not looking at me. No, he’s looking at the thing in his hands. His expression is frozen on his face, totally unreadable.

Andthingis right because—

Oh my fucking god.

My heart drops out of my chest. Someone bury me in the earth right here in this airport loading zone. And make sure to dig a hole for Tess right next to me, because I plan to haunt her to death! Surfer Boy is holding a dildo.Mydildo. It was a gag gift from Tess, and it’s most certainly a gag that she packed it for me. It has to be, because the dildo is large and purple and shaped like an octopus tentacle.

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I’m standing in the ‘no parking’ zone of the Jacksonville airport with a tentacle dildo in my hand. It’s electric purple and rubbery, and I can tell from the weight its battery operated.

Holy fucking shit.

How the hell did I get here?

I’ve been waiting for this woman for almost an hour, getting myself more and more worked up about entitled doctor types who have no consideration for others. I was ready to hate her. Hell, I was ready to drive off and leave her ass here.

But then my phone finally rang, and this walking hurricane of a girl swept through the automatic doors, sucking me into her vortex. She talked at me so fast, I could barely make out the words. All I could do is watch the elegant arch of her throat as it moved. Then Sy had to go bouncing around, distracting us both.

She’s gorgeous, I’ll give her that. Her curvy body is clad in high-waisted black leggings and a cropped hoodie unzipped to show her cleavage. She did the world a favor by strapping her purse between her breasts and running towards me like a Baywatch model. Once she’s close enough, I see the little glint of gold at her nose.

Fuck, she’s got a septum piercing.

I’m a sucker for a pierced and tatted girl. Does she have tats too? I can’t tell. What I can tell is that the guys are gonna go crazy. She’ll be breaking hearts by day’s end tomorrow. Coach is gonna have to put up an electric fence around her office. We’ll probably have to make the rookies take cold showers before she examines them.

And here I am, still holding her dildo.

She’s on her knees, scrambling to gather her shit, cursing under her breath. She looks up at me and I’m still just fucking standing here, like I’ve been turned to stone. Her dark gaze drops from my face down to my hand and her lips part in an “O.”

“Oh my god,” she shrieks, launching to her feet. “Giveme that—”

She all but slaps the dildo out of my hand.

Say something, asshole.

“Just trying to help,” I mutter, slipping my hands in the pockets of my board shorts, decidedlynothelping. I’m afraid to help now. Afraid of what else I might find…what else I might touch. Does she actually use that thing or—

“It was a joke gift,” she says quickly.

I hope she can’t read my thoughts, because I won’t deny the moment where I just pictured myself flipping that little switch and turning it on. I’m curious to test the toy’s range of motion.

“My roommate’s idea of a going away present,” she adds, shoving the toy deep inside her bag. “I don’t—I’ve never—god, will you just get down here and help me before we get towed?”

I don’t bother hiding my smirk. So, she’s never used it before?

Don’t go breaking my heart, Hurricane.

I bend my good knee, dropping down with a slight wince, and help her shove things back inside the broken bag. The rest of the plunder is innocent enough—books, random chargers, and cables. I pick up a snow boot. “You expecting snow on the beach?”

She huffs and grabs it, shoving it inside the split in the bag. “Always good to be prepared. Thought I might need to pack snow gear for an away game or something.”

That’s smart. I wouldn’t want to be stuck with just my flip-flops in Toronto either.

We finish gathering her stuff quick as we can and team-lift the bag into the back of the Jeep. Whatever wouldn’t fit back inside is tossed unceremoniously on top. She tucks her backpack safely in the backseat, keeping her purse with her as she climbs in the front.

I slide in on the driver’s side and slip my sunglasses on. “Any preferences on the music?”

“No,” she replies, helping herself to my phone charger. “Sorry, my battery is dying.”

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