Puck (Broken Hill Boys 1)

I grin. “Open door; you’re a risk-taker, someone who takes advantage of an opportunity. Closed door; you’re a pussy, someone who’s probably self-conscious and terrified of being caught with their pants down around their ankles. So, what’ll it be, Courtney? Door open or closed?”

The slightest smile graces her lips and I’m surprised when she actually entertains my questions and considers her answer. “Neither,” she finally says, gaining even more of my attention. I raise a brow, waiting to hear what she has to say. “Haven’t you heard? Girls don’t poop.”

I shake my head, unsure why I’m finding her so endearing. “Answer the question, babe.”

“How many times am I going to have to tell you not to call me ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ or any of those bullshit names?”

“Answer the question, sweet cheeks.”

Courtney groans again before letting her hand drop to the desk, unintentionally making her palm slap loudly against it. “Fine, I’ll answer your ridiculous question, if you answer one of mine.”

I consider her proposal for a moment before my curiosity gets the best of me. “Fine,” I tell her. “What is it that you’re so desperate to know about me?”

Courtney grins and her eyes become intense as she watches me closely. “You’re in a pool, does it float or sink?”

An unexpected, loud, booming laugh comes tearing out of me and has Miss Blakely glaring at me from across the room. “What the hell do you want to know that for?” I ask her, wondering how it’s possible for a chick to make me laugh like that. No girl has ever done that.

My reaction has the smile spreading wider across her face and it has something inside of me wanting to see it more. Courtney shrugs. “Call it an odd curiosity.”

“Alright,” I laugh. “In that case, yeah. You could say it drifts with the current.”

“And what about when a girl gags while giving head. You guys don’t seriously find that hot, do you?”

“Ahh…fuck yeah, we do. It shows determination, that you’re willing to go to extraordinary lengths just to get us off. What’s not hot about that?”

She shakes her head but now all I can think about is what she’d look like with her lips wrapped around my dick. “That’s gross.”

“Maybe, but you’re avoiding my question.”

The bell sounds and Courtney flies up out of her seat. “Well, would you look at that? Saved by the bell, huh?” She grabs her things and without another look, starts making her way toward the front of the classroom.

“You’re a door closed kind of girl,” I call after her, knowing her type all too well.

Courtney looks back over her shoulder as she reaches the door. “You couldn’t be more wrong,” she says, opening the door and as though trying to prove a point, she steps through and leaves it wide open.

Well, damn. She’s been proving me wrong and surprising me with every single move she’s made, and for some unknown reason to me, I like it way more than I should.

Chapter 5

Courtney

‘Does it float or sink?’

What the hell was I thinking? What kind of well-respected girl with morals asks a guy like Puck Jones what happens to his dick when it’s in the water? Not to mention, following that question up with another as stupid as, ‘if gaging while giving head is hot?’

Fuck. I must be out of my damn mind.

I’m stuck with the guy until the end of school and my only goal is to get him to leave me the hell alone, but asking ridiculous questions like that is only encouraging him. I don’t know what was wrong with me, but the second he started talking about the way I felt while dancing with him on Friday night, all I could think about was sex, and not just sex, but sex with Puck.

Damn. Sex with Puck…my God! That would be something else. I lied. I told him that I thought he’d be a dud in bed, but there’s simply no way. Girls all over the school throw themselves at him and I’m sure he doesn’t have the reputation he’s got by being a disappointment.

No, there’s just no way. Puck Jones would be dynamite in bed.

“Earth to Courtney,” Brylee says.

Why can’t I stop thinking about him though? Maybe I just need to get between the sheets with him and get it over and done with then we can both move on because he’s making it crystal clear that’s what he wants from me. Though he’ll probably crush me in the process and I don’t know if that’s something I could handle, but then, maybe I could. Puck isn’t exactly the type of guy I’d fall for. In fact, he’s the exact opposite. Maybe my heart would be safe.

Shit. Am I seriously considering sleeping with Puck? The guy is a walking STD for fuck’s sake. I need to get myself tested just from allowing him that close to me this morning and especially on Friday night. Who knows what kind of diseases I could have picked up from him after rubbing myself all over him like some desperate slut?