Page 79 of Nothing to Lose: Lost Trilogy: Part 1
“I’m going to enjoy making you beg.”
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Puck
Being alive is a fickle thing.One minute you can be here, the next you can be gone. Taking anything for granted is overrated, and I promise myself not to do it.
Watching Shortie die killed something inside of me, even more so than when I watched my mother dying. The element of surprise had been on both their sides, but whereas my mother had never been a team player, anyone I could count on, Shortie had definitely been that for me. And given all the information he dumped on me on the night before it all went down, I was really looking forward to have some alone time with him so that I could get it all out of him.
Instead, the fucker went and killed himself right in front of my eyes. And over what? A hooker? Jesus fuckin’ Christ.
The chaos following us watching the clubhouse blowing up to pieces will never be matched. I had a full blown panic attack. I knew it was happening, but I couldn’t stop it. I will be forever in debt to Sully and Wrecker for helping me through it.
Once we all calmed down, we realized that we had no place to go to anymore. There was no home. Although, that was never my home anyway.
“Come with me to Montana, dude,” I told Wrecker when I read the indecision on his face correctly.
Wrecker eyed me incredulously. “I thought we were going to Utah. What the fuck are you doing in Montana?”
“It just sounds like a good place to move to,” I shrugged. “What’s keeping us anywhere?”
Even though I was born and raised in Texas, I’ll be happy if I never step one foot in the state again. The memories are bitter, and I’d rather forget them all.
And that’s how our little crew of misfits found themselves in Montana. With Devereaux’s help, we found a house to rent. Me and Sully decided to make it our home, while Wrecker has been swearing up and down that this is only temporary. The fucker wants to move to Florida, says it’ll be too cold in Montana in the winter. That may be, but I’m here because of Emily, not because of the weather.
I debated if I should wait outside for her or break into her house and surprise her like that. Breaking in sounded way more exciting, so that’s what I did.
I smile when I hear her at the door, fumbling with the lock. She finally makes it in, mumbling something about the grocery bags she’s carrying.
The sight of her is like a literal ray of sunshine. I can’t get enough of this chick. Worse yet, I don’t want to ever get enough. I want to crave her all the time.
“You need help with that, babe?” I ask, knowing that it’ll scare her. The scream she lets out proves me right.
“Oh my god,” she presses a hand to her chest. “Puck!” she eyes me in shock, then wonder. “Puck?”
“The one and only,” I open my arms wide to show her.
“Oh my god,” she repeats, then lets go of the bags. She is throwing herself into my arms before they hit the floor. “I am so mad at you,” she cries. “So angry!” But her actions prove otherwise when she grabs me by the back of my neck to pull me down to her.
“How angry, babe?” I mumble against her lips right before my tongue makes its way in.
I have never in my life missed another human being the way I’ve missed Emily Stewart. She is like a balm to my soul. Just her mere presence soothes and calms me like nothing else.
“I missed you, babe,” I tell her in between hungry kisses. “I came to you as soon as I could.”
“I’m so happy that you did. So happy!”
She lets out a small hiccup, breaking my heart with how small and pitiful it sounds.
With brisk movements, I rip the scrubs off her. Her nurse uniform is sexy as fuck, but I don’t want to waste any time with it now. I need her naked. Emily is on board with it. She moves her arms and legs to allow me access, then does the same to me with the jeans and t-shirt I have on.
We don’t need any words after that. I pick her up and walk over to the couch she has in her living room. I debate for a second if I should take her standing while leaning on it, but then decide that I need to see her face this first time. It is all I’ve been thinking about on the long trip here.
I sit down right in the middle where a blanket is spread out. Perfect for the mess we’re about to create.
“We’ll go slower next time, okay?” I whisper to her, then reach my hand down to her pussy and run my fingers through her sticky wetness.
“I just want you,” she assures me. “I need you in me.” The tears running down her face are real. I am getting emotional as well. This feels like such a huge moment, bigger than that first time we fucked in the hallway of that hotel in Dallas.
