Pucked Over (Pucked 3)

“I’m deflecting.”

“Deflecting what?”

“I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

The hand on my boob stills, along with his knee between my legs. “A disappointment? How the fuck is that possible?”

I cringe. “I don’t know why I said that. You make it hard to think.” I wish I could stop embarrassing myself.

“You don’t need to think about anything other than how good I’m going to make you feel as soon as we get to a bed.” He cups my cheek in his palm—it’s rough, and warm, and tender all at the same time. “Where’s your room?”

I tell him, as best I can, in clipped, nervous directions.

“I’ll meet you there in five minutes.” He kisses me again, hard. When he’s done owning my mouth, he opens the door, checks things out, and sends me on ahead.Chapter 9No DisappointmentsRANDYI need a minute to gather myself.

I watch Lily rush around the corner as I adjust my hard-on. Her dress is driving me insane. When I was ten I took a year of figure skating. Me and Miller went together. We thought it was stupid. We could already skate; we didn’t need to learn leaps and spins and twirls.

Then we met our coach and stopped thinking it was such a waste of time. Her name was Deanna. She was a hardass, and she was hot as sin. She was probably only seventeen or eighteen at the time, but she was the first chick I ever got a hard-on over, and eventually, she was the reason behind my first wet dream. Lily’s even hotter, and this time I get to live the fantasy, not just make a mess in my sheets over it.

Lily is a riot, and she’s been dishing it out as good as she can take it all week in our messages. So I came tonight with a preconceived idea of how this would go. And then she drops this little gem: “I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

That’s a serious screeching-tires moment. I don’t think I’ve ever slept with a chick—at least not since I was drafted—who seemed at all concerned about her ability to please me, let alone expressed worry about potentially disappointing me.

Most of the time, the women who get in bed with me have zero inhibitions. They get naked and offer themselves up any way I want them. It’s a little fucked up, to be honest. Lily doesn’t fit into the bunny mold. So I’m having a few reservations about what’s about to go down—not enough to back things up, but enough that I need to re-evaluate my strategy.

I don’t get how someone who looks like Lily and moves like Lily could have as little self-confidence as she seems to. Unless she’s playing mind games. I don’t see why she would, though. I also feel like maybe I need to find that ex-boyfriend of hers and beat on him a little. Or a lot. I bet he’s directly related to her sometimes shaky self-esteem.

All week I’ve been fixated on getting to this point: the one where she’s naked again. But this time I’ll be privileged enough to experience that tight little body from the inside. Tonight needs to be about more than a good time. She needs to come out of this situation feeling like a damn porn star—okay, maybe not a porn star, but she needs to feel sexy. It needs to be good for her. And above all else, it needs to be fun.

Checking the hall again, I turn off the light in the bathroom and head for the stairs, making a right at the top and counting the doors as I go. Waters has a sweet pad in Bridgeport. When I get to the right room, I look over my shoulder to make sure no one else is around before I turn the knob.

“Psst.”

I turn and find Lily peeking out of the room on the opposite side of the hall. Oops. At the same time, I hear footsteps. I rush past the stairs, and she grabs my shirt and hauls me inside, closing the door with a quiet click. Then she stealthily turns the lock. I hit the lights.

“What are you doing? I can’t see anything!” she whispers.

“Someone was coming up the stairs,” I whisper back.

“Oh.” Her hands move over my chest. “Who was it?”

“Don’t know. I didn’t wait to find out.”

“Sunny might be looking for me,” she mutters as she finds the hem of my shirt and pulls it free from my pants.

“Is that li—”

She mashes her hand over my face and almost sticks her finger up my nose. I lick her palm and feel her nails tickling their way up my ribs. I grasp her forearm before she can reach my nipples, so she rubs her damp palm over my face instead. I grab that hand as well, so now she has none free. Clasping them together behind her back, I drop my chin and bonk the top of her head.