Puck (Broken Hill Boys 1)

“Tell me this isn’t because I ditched you on our first day of school?”

Courtney’s head whips in my direction with her eyes as wide as saucers. She sucks in a surprised gasp. “You remember that?”

“I sure fucking do, babe, but you can’t seriously hold something against me that I did when I was five. That’s one hell of a grudge.”

“I sure fucking can hold it against you,” she snaps, once again setting herself apart from the other chicks at Broken Hill High. “You were an ass then and you’re an ass now. So, why in my right mind, would I ever give you the time of day again?”

I watch her for a brief moment before leaning forward in my seat. My fingers trail over the bare skin of her shoulder, giving me that same electricity that I felt on Friday night.

Her body tightens, telling me that she’s affected by my proximity, just the way I like it. “Because I felt the way your body reacted to mine when you were rubbing that fine ass of yours all over it. I felt the way your nipples hardened beneath your dress when you pressed your tits into my chest, and I saw the way you were silently begging me to fuck you,” I whisper. “You’re intrigued. Curious. You want to know what it would be like to dance with the devil and have him scratch that itch that’s been burning you up.”

Courtney grins, leaning back in her chair and turning her face into mine, close enough that if I moved even an inch, my lips would be on hers. “You think you’ve got us all figured out, don’t you?” she whispers in a tone that has my dick begging to jump out of my jeans to say ‘hello.’ “You talk a big game, Puck. A real ladies man. In fact, I think you could get any girl you wanted into bed, but you know what?” she continues, making me wait with bated breath, desperate to know what she’s about to say. “When it comes down to it, and comes time to actually satisfy a woman, I’d dare say that you’d fall short. You’re all talk, Puck. I bet you’d have absolutely no idea what you’re doing and I bet everything that I have that you’ve never made a woman scream and leave her begging for more.”

My hand curls around the back of her neck and she sucks in a breath, once again proving how affected she is by my touch. “Baby, that’s a dangerous game you’re playing,” I tell her, knowing damn well that she’s wrong and wanting nothing more in this world than to prove it. “Why don’t you come with me and find out?”

“Over my dead body,” she says, pulling away.

Miss Blakeley stands from her desk, cutting off my response. “Alright, now that all of you are accounted for, you have ten minutes to get to know the person sitting beside you as these will be your seats for the remainder of the school year.”

Hell yeah. Maybe Miss Blakeley isn’t so bad after all.

“What?” Courtney shrieks, flying up out of her chair. “No way. I’m not sitting next to this…this animal every single morning of my senior year. That’s not fair.”

“Tough luck, Courtney,” Miss Blakeley says, making a grin spread wide across my face. “Had you shown up to a little earlier, you could have chosen a seat more to your liking, but unfortunately, you didn’t.”

Miss Blakely sits back down, putting an end to the conversation which pulls a frustrated groan out of Courtney. She drops back down beside me and props her elbow on the desk, resting her chin on her hand with an unimpressed scowl marring her pretty face.

Courtney’s eyes flick toward me. “Don’t look so happy about this.”

My hands fly up in innocence as I relax back into my seat, kicking my legs out in front of me. “Hey, I didn’t say a thing,” I laugh, loving this unexpected and interesting turn of events.

Courtney slumps a little more in her seat, looking as though her whole world is coming to an end. She sits in silence for a minute or so and despite the way I like to watch her, I also love her snappy comebacks.

“So,” I start, “If you were home alone and you had to take a shit. Would you leave the door open or close it?”

Courtney’s head slowly turns to face me with her brows creasing in disgust. “Excuse me?”

“Blakeley said we had to get to know each other. I’m just doing what I was told.”

“And how does that question have anything to do with getting to know me?”

I shrug my shoulders. “The answer to that question would tell me a whole lot about a person, don’t you think?”

She scrunches up her face, shaking her head. “I can’t wait to hear your reasoning for this one,” she grumbles under her breath.