Page 32 of Pucking Tangled
“Waylon,” she pleaded.
Fuck. He wanted to touch her. To taste her. But he knew he couldn’t.
If he dared, he’d be screwed in more ways than one.
He was so fucking close he could smell her sweet arousal and it was driving him wild.
“I think I’ll keep this,” he tapped his ear. “I remade your lunch for you, and brought you a bottle of tea. Sounds like you might need a little nourishment when you’re done.”
It took every ounce of his resolve to pick up his food and walk out of her room. “I’ll lock the door behind me. Wouldn’t want any of the other guys walking in.”
Waylon locked himself in his bedroom and sat his stuff down. Then he did the same thing he hoped Mia was doing on the other side of the wall.
He dropped his shorts and his hand went straight to his cock.
The last thing Waylon needed to add to his arsenal was a mental image of Mia’s pussy.
He was a fucking goner. Willing to break every single one of the rules for a taste.
For….forever.
The orgasm he wished he was sharing with Mia in his bed hit him like a ton of bricks as he pictured her laid out underneath him. His release coated his abs in long ropes of white. Over and over again, until he had nothing left.
Waylon collapsed on top of his bed and blew out a shaky breath.
He never got tied up over women and here he was, covered in cum, panting and yearning for a one he could never have. At least not the way he truly wanted to.
He was willing to put money down that Casey would never allow it.
THIRTEEN
Luca
Standing outsideof Mia’s bedroom door, he flexed his fists at his side and tried to shake off the nervous jitters sweeping through him like he was about to take the ice for the first time in the NHL. Except he was pretty sure that this was way worse.
He promised himself that he’d tell Mia the truth. His truth.
Tonight.
No more hiding.
It didn’t help that she skipped dinner and hadn’t come out of her room since they all got home. Luca had all but convinced himself that she was avoiding him. If she was, he’d know soon enough.
He finally knocked, softly and waited some more.
Mia cracked open the door like she was afraid of who may be on the other side. “Hey.”
“Book Club?” That sounded a lot cooler in his head.
She nodded and opened the door a little wider. Shestood there in a worn T-shirt and shorts, hair loose around her shoulders, looking like warmth and safety and every complicated thought he’d had about her since the night she moved in.
“Yeah. Sure. Come on in.”
Luca stepped into her room and leaned back against the door frame, tucking his hands into the pocket of his hoodie.
“I…uh...I had a hard time sleeping on the road.”
“Oh. Is that usually an issue for you?” she asked.
