Page 103 of Puck Love

A beat later, Stella comes out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel. I fold my arms behind my head and admire the view. She meets my gaze and grins, and then she drops the towel, and all the promises I just made to her manager fly out of the window because my cock goes from flaccid to hard in all of three seconds as Stella straddles myhips.

“You’re late,” Iwhisper.

“I don’tcare.”

I laugh. “I just told the ballbuster I’d have you there on time. She’s waitingdownstairs.”

Stella cocks her head. I listen, too. The ballbuster appears to be on the phone, involved in a heavy conversation, if her suffer-no-fools tone of voice is anything to go by. “She’ll be another tenminutes.”

“I can work with tenminutes.”

Fifteen minutes later, Stella is on orgasm four and I’m enjoying her mouth as she finishes me off when the ballbuster knocks on the door. “Stella, your ass needs to be in the car on the way to the studio five minutesago.”

“Coming.” She chuckles, removing my cock from hermouth.

“No, but I am. Suck it, baby,” I whisper as I thread my hands in her hair and guide her back to my dick. Seconds later, she’s swallowing down my come as Lana pounds on the door.Fuckingkilljoy.

It takes me a beat to get my bearings after that amazing blow job, but in less than two minutes, Stella dresses in jeans, a tank and heels. She looks just as fuckable in this outfit as she did naked, which pisses me off because I’m all too keenly aware that I’m not the only man who’s going to be looking ather.

“I don’t like this outfit,” I mutter, more to myself than to her as she’s putting on a pair ofearrings.

“Er . . . thanks,Van.”

“No, I mean, I don’t like you wearing this outfit outside thisroom.”

“Why? What’s wrong withit?”

“What’s right with it? I can see your tits, your ass, every fucking curve that I just had my hands and mouth all over, and if I’m looking, so is every other goddamn man on theplanet.

“Well, I won’t be wearing this on camera, so I think most eyes are safe fornow.”

“What about all the people between here and thestudio?”

“Van, no one is looking at my . . .tits.”

I shake my head. “Iam.”

“You’re allowedto.”

“Men are gonna look, country. How could they not when you’re the living embodiment of every American teenage boy’s wet dream?” I say, jumping out of bed and searching for my jeans. I’m pretty sure I left them downstairs. “And are we sure the ballbuster isn’t alesbian?”

Stella rolls her eyes. “Yeah, pretty sure she has a thing for yourteammate.”

My brows shoot skyward. “Really?”

“Uh-huh,” she says. “There was something weird going on between them that night you almost got arrested for breaking into myhouse.”

Interesting. I hadn’t noticed the tension between them at lunch, but then she was pretty drunk and did wander up to one of Stella’s spare rooms to sleep it off before driving home. I’ll have to make sure Eli and the ballbuster spend a little more time together. It’ll be his payback for bringing a puck fuck to Christmaslunch.

I pull my girl up against me. I need to grab a quick shower, but I want to smell like Stella. I’m not sure my teammates will appreciate that through the five-hour-long flight to Arizona this afternoon though, so I kiss her hard and deep and then I walk away before my dick can get any more excited by this infuriatingly fucking beautiful woman. “Make me somecoffee?”

“Make your own damn coffee.” She frowns, moving toward the door. “I’ll be in the kitchen, but I don’t think I can stall Lana muchlonger.”

I speed through a shower, and when I go downstairs dressed only in a towel because my clothes are strewn all over Stella’s lounge, the ballbuster gives me a thorough onceover and then clears her throat. “Breakfast usually isn’t a clothing-optionaloccasion.”

“Damn, really? Nudity is compulsory at myhouse.”

Stella laughs. “God, that accent is so damncute.”