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“I’ll get her, E. She can tell me to my fucking face, otherwise, she’sourlittle puck bunny.” I storm off, leaving him standing there. He doesn’t say another word.

Freshly showered, I head to the library, still damp in places, my hoodie clinging to my skin. The whole place smellslike old books and overpriced lattes, but I ignore all that the second I spot her.

My puck bunny is sitting near the window, head thrown back, lips slightly parted as she sips on a Diet Coke. Headphones in. Eyes closed. Completely lost in whatever she’s listening to. I don’t even think she notices the way her mouth wraps around the straw.

Fucking hell.

I take my time studying her. Pretty lips, soft skin. My mind drags me straight to last night — her under me, squirming, moaning my name. My cock twitches at the memory. I could make her sound like that again right now.

I walk up, lean in. “You always this fuckin’ pretty, or is it just when you’ve been thoroughly fucked?”

She chokes on her drink, eyes flying open, face going scarlet. “Caleb—”

“Yeah, baby?”

Her eyes narrow. “What the hell are you doing here?”

I smirk, dropping into the seat across from her, stretching out. “How are you, bunny? You sore?” I glance at her thighs, then back up to her eyes, my voice dropping lower. “Aching?”

Her throat moves as she swallows. I watch every second of it.

“Jesus, you’re insufferable,” she mutters, standing too fast, like she needs to escape.

I grin. “Eli’s probably already back in the locker room. Let’s go.”

She walks ahead of me, but not before I catch the way her breath hitches when my hand brushes the small of her back.

The locker room is quiet, empty except for the lingering scent of soap and sweat.

“I shouldn’t be here,” Sienna says, arms crossed. “What if someone sees me? My dad is still around. What if—”

Her words cut off as I step closer, eyes locked on hers. She’s still thinking about what I said earlier. I know it.

“You felt so fucking good, Sie,” I murmur, voice rough. “Bet that cunt is still tight.”

She makes a sound low in her throat, eyes flicking to my lips. I reach up, brush my thumb over her bottom one. She drags her tongue over the pad of it, and my cock twitches.

“Careful, bunny,” I warn.

She surprises me right back, grabbing the front of my hoodie and pulling me down until our mouths crash together.

“Still don’t like you,” she whispers against my lips.

“Liar.”

The kiss turns explosive. Her hands thread into my hair, yanking me closer. I back her up against the lockers, pressing into her, letting her feel how hard I am. She gasps, and I swallow the sound. This is all the answer I need right fucking here.

We collapse onto one of the benches, my hand pushing up her skirt. She’s already wet. Fucking perfect. I groan against her mouth, fingers sliding under the fabric, teasing.

“You got the prettiest pussy, you know that?” I murmur against her skin.

She whimpers, arching into me.

My cock is aching, demanding more. I grip her hips, pressing her down against me, grinding slow. She makes this desperate little sound, and I’m ready to lose my fucking mind.

Then—

“Goddamn it,” a voice snaps.