Page 103 of Puck'n Bully
Hayden blinks, too stunned for a second. Next moment, though, a slow, wicked grin spreads on his face. “Is this how you want to play?”
Before I know what he’s planning, Hayden springs to his feet and comes over to me. He doesn’t give me a moment to prepare as he lungs at me, hugging me tightly as he rubs his cream-laden nose all over my face.
“Hayden, stop!” I scream through the laughter escaping me.
“There,” he says, finally stopping and staring at me with a satisfied look. “You’re good enough to be savored now.” Leaning in, he swipes a tongue over my cheek.
The feel of his warm, velvety tongue sends a tendril of heat through me. A moan escapes me as I meet his dark gaze.
My stomach plummets.
This is no longer about brownies or chocolate ice cream. They’ll never be enough to satiate the hunger we’re both feeling right now.
“Come on, I’ll help you clean up,” Hayden says in a husky voice.
“Uhh—I,” I hesitate but Hayden’s already grabbed my wrist and tugging me out of my chair. “Hey, hold on!”
Hayden guides me to the back of the dining area and down a darkened hallway that has a sign “Staff only” on the wall. Pushing open a door, he leads me inside a single-stall restroom.
“I look like such a mess,” I groan, glancing at my reflection in the mirror over the sink.
“Nah. You look good enough to eat,” Hayden croons, leaning in to lick some cream off my cheek.
“Hayden, don’t,” I groan. “All this cream is making my face too sticky and greasy.”
“Okay, fine,” he says, moving away from me. He grabs some tissues from a box and starts wiping my cheeks.
At first, I stay still, letting him help me.
“Close your eyes,” Hayden mumbles. “You’ve got some stuff on your lashes.”
I obey, closing my eyes for him.
A moment passes before I realize Hayden’s no longer concentrating on my face. Opening my eyes, I find him kneeling on the floor, wiping the front of my jeans.
“You had a little mess here too,” Hayden says, grinning up at me. His fingers brush over my crotch and suddenly it doesn’t feel like an innocent act of helping me “clean up”.
“Hayden,” I mutter in a low, warning tone.
“I’m just cleaning up the mess,” he says, massaging over the hardening tent at the front of my trousers.
My breath hitches. “There’s no mess there,” I say in a choked voice.
His lips quirk into a cheeky grin. “You sure?”
I grip the edge of the sink behind me as he slowly rises to his feet, crowding me in the tight space. The smell of soap, chocolate ice cream, and whipped cream wafts into my nostrils, messing with my brain.
“What’s happened to you?” I mumble. “You used to be so damn scared of being found out by people. And now, you’re doingthisin a public restroom!”
“No one on my team minds,” Hayden says, leaning in. “So, I don’t care anymore either.” With that, he captures my lips in a hot kiss.
This is such a bad idea, my mind screams as I melt into him and pull him closer by grabbing a chunk of his hair.
Deepening the kiss, Hayden slides his hand under my hoodie, his palm warm against my skin. I gasp into his mouth as he continues kissing me.
“You’re more addictive than chocolate,” he croons against my lips before devouring me again. His hand slides down my stomach and over my waistband.
“Hayden, not here,” I moan as his fingers dip inside my waistband and grab hold of my hardened shaft.
