Page 99 of Secret Puck
“We are. Your brother is fantastic, and I really like him, but I’m transferring at semester and neither of us really wanted to try to manage a long-distance thing.”
“Oh.” Well, shit. “I didn’t know.”
“I just decided before Thanksgiving break. I got into a really competitive design program at my dream college.” Her face lights up.
“Wow, well, congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
For the next half hour, I listen as she tells me about her plans and the program at her new school. The more we talk, the more I like her and the sadder I am that she’s leaving. We part with a hug and a promise to keep in touch. I don’t know if we actually will, but it’s more than I can say for my relationships with most of Adam’s ex-girlfriends.
I’ve got a bunch of texts from Adam apologizing for not being able to make it. This night is a giant failure.
I call Heath on my way to his apartment, but he doesn’t answer. Since he got sick, he’s been keeping me away for fear I’d catch it, but right now, I’m willing to risk it to lay in his arms.
Noise filters out, laughter and loud voices, as I head up the stairs to their door. I knock twice before walking in. Rhett, Maverick, and Heath are in the living room. All eyes are on the TV and whatever video game they’re playing. Beer cans line the coffee table. It’s far from the scene I was expecting.
When they finally notice me, Maverick and Rhett’s glassy stares and big smiles give me some idea of just how drunk they are. Heath doesn’t look drunk, but I’m still a little irritated that they’re all hanging out together when I tried to plan a night out with all of us.
“Genevieve!” Maverick calls. He’s got a bottle in one hand and a controller in the other. “Come be on my team. They’re kicking my ass.”
Rhett puts his controller down and runs a hand through his dirty blond hair. “You can take my place. I’m out, boys. I need to call Carrie.” He stands and heads to his room, leaving me with Heath and Maverick.
“Need another?” Mav stands, sways, and then walks to the kitchen. He grabs a beer and holds it up.
“No, thanks,” Heath says. He motions me over to him and holds his arms out.
I go to him and climb into his lap. As he wraps his arms around me, I snuggle in close and breathe him in.
“Hey,” I whisper into his jaw. He’s unshaven and I love the way his scruff feels against my smooth skin. “Feeling better?”
“Mhmm.” He places a thumb under my chin and lifts my mouth to his and places a quick kiss on my lips. I melt into him. “I only had two beers and look at me, I’m a lightweight now. Sorry that we didn’t make it out. How was it?”
“A total bust. You didn’t miss anything.”
“You two wanna cuddle?” Maverick asks. “Make a little Mav sandwich?”
“No chance,” Heath says and stands, holding me in his arms. He’s unsteady on his feet, but somehow he carries me without falling or dropping me.
“Night, Mav,” I call over Heath’s shoulder.
He kicks the door closed and deposits me on his bed and lies on top of me, burying his head in my neck. He kisses the spot. “You smell nice.”
“You feel nice,” I say, lifting my hips into the hard bulge in his pants.
I slip my hands under his T-shirt and up over his pecs. He leans up enough for me to pull the material all the way over his head. I love Heath’s body. Every muscle and every ridge. The light smattering of hair covering his chest and the defined abs and V that disappears into his jeans.
A shiver of pleasure shoots through me as he kisses my neck and collarbone, first on one side and then the other.
I unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. As my palm meets skin, I chuckle.
“Had to freeball it,” he says and leans up to give me a sheepish grin. “Haven’t done laundry since I got back.”
I free his cock from his pants. “Convenient.”
He hisses and then moans as I slide my hand down his length. “I may never wear boxers again. Fuck. I missed you.”
My insides are total mush when he voices his feelings. Even if I am touching his dick while he’s saying it.
