Page 53 of One Good Puck
That’s it. No more filthy fantasies about Abby.
As I crawl into bed and try to fall asleep, I know that’s going to be next to impossible. But I need to try.
Chapter 21
Abby
“Want another glass of wine?” Dakota asks.
I shake my head. “No, thanks. I’m sticking to one drink for the night.”
“Oh, come on. We’re in celebration mode. It’s Blomdahl and Bella’s engagement party! Look at all the champagne they’re serving!”
I chuckle at her cheery tone and glance at the champagne table at the center of Bella’s coffee shop, which is the setting for their champagne-themed engagement party tonight.
It’s an impressive setup for sure. There are dozens of beautiful glass flutes sitting on the table at the other end of the restaurant, along with tons of champagne bottles on ice. The dessert table is dotted with trays of pink champagne cupcakes and pink macarons. And there are clusters of white and gold balloons hanging throughout the space that look like champagne bubbles.
“After all the wine I had when you and Sophie came over last week, I’m limiting myself,” I say to Dakota.
“Oh no, were you hungover?” Dakota asks. “You didn’t seem that drunk.”
“I wasn’tdrunkdrunk,” I say, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “But I was tipsy. And, um, I almost kissed Gavin.”
And I was so turned on that I grabbed my favorite vibrator and got myself off in the shower to the thought of kissing him…and doing a million other filthy things with him.
My cheeks heat just thinking about what I did. It was so naughty. The naughtiest, dirtiest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I’ve never, ever fantasized about a guy friend in that way. The thought never even crossed my mind.
But just being that close to Gavin, feeling his hot breath on my mouth, feeling his hands on my body as he hauled me onto the kitchen counter and touched my skin…it all set me off. My whole body was on fire with the need. And lust. I wanted to kiss him so bad.
But then Emma woke up, and I had to focus on soothing her. I thought that would be the distraction I needed to quell the fire inside of me. It wasn’t. I was still so turned on. And I needed to do something about it.
So I got in the shower and under that stream of hot water, I used my vibrator and imagined kissing Gavin. I imagined sinking to my knees and taking him in my mouth. I imagined him in the shower with me, fucking my mouth, telling me how sexy I was, how much he wanted me…
That led to the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had while masturbating. And then I went to bed feeling like a filthy sex freak. What kind of person dreams up an X-rated fantasy over a kiss that didn’t even happen? I bet Gavin didn’t do that.
“You almost kissed Gavin?” Dakota asks, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looks at me.
Sophie, who I just now noticed is standing next to us, grabbing a mini-baked brie tart from the appetizer table, spins around to face us. “Wait, what?”
I cover my face with my free hand. “Oh, god. I’m so embarrassed.”
“What happened?” Sophie asks.
I drop my hand and wince at her. “Is this gonna be weird? Me telling you how I almost kissed your dad?”
She just smiles. “Probably. But I’m nosy, so I wanna know. And I’m also your friend. I want to support you by being a good listener.”
I let out a breath and tell them both how I was so tipsy that I tripped and cut my knee and how, while Gavin was fixing me up, I told him how hot it was that he hauled me up on the counter. I skip the part about being so turned on that I pleasured myself. I’ll never, ever tell anyone about that, ever.
“Okay, yeah, that’s a hot move for sure when a guy picks you up,” Dakota says, then looks at her best friend. “Sorry, Soph.”
Sophie sighs. “It’s okay. I grew up my whole life hearing my friends and women around me commenting about how hot my dad is. I should be used to it by now.”
“Hang on, we’re talking about hot dads?” Bella says as she walks up to us.
“Yup,” Dakota says. “Specifically, Coach Porter.”
