Page 108 of Puck Love

“Why get a room when we have a perfectly good backseat here?” I give ballbuster the finger. Stella chuckles as I kiss my way up her arm to her neck and nibble on the sensitive flesh of her earlobe. “I’m gonna miss you so much, baby. My cock is gonna missyou.”

I set her back on the seat, open the door, and climb out. She follows, and I push her up against the side of the SUV and cover her body with mine. Mostly because I don’t want my asshole teammates to see her in this dress. It doesn’t work, and they hang their heads out the tinted windows like dogs, whistling and shouting shit that they know is going to rile me up. The driver sets my bag on the ground beside us. I zone everyone but Stella out, because I don’t know when I’ll have this time with her again, and I wanna memorize every little detail of herface.

“When will you be back?” Those big, sad doe eyes of hers about slayme.

“I don’t know. Depends on the season.” I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, and caress her cheek. “God, I hatethis.”

“Me too.” She nods, and I can see she’s fighting back tears. “We knew it was going to be like this, though. We just have to find a way to make itwork.”

“I know.” I pull hercloser.

“Ross!” Coach climbs off the bus. He looks like he’s ready to start spewing steam like a tea kettle. “Get your ass on the fucking bus right now or it leaves without you, and you find another team to playfor.”

“God, I never realized how pushy coaches are,” Stellawhispers.

“Not so different from ballbuster there, eh?” I wink at her, and shelaughs.

“I guessnot.”

“You know I can hear you?” I can feel Lana’s psycho glare fromhere.

“You better go,” Stella says, and I kiss her hard. I don’t care that my teammates are witnessing and shouting out asshole comments like “stick it in”, and “just the tip.” I don’t care that my coach is going to tear me a new one, because this is the last time I’ll see my girl in I don’t know howlong.

“Ross!”

“Coming.”

“Bye,” Stella says, and I pick up my bag and grin as I back away, running toward my impendingdoom.

I’m met with wolf whistles, and then I meet Coach’s cold, black eyes. He is pissed. “What the fuck time do you call this, Ross? We got a plane waiting on the tarmac, and we’re sitting here playing with our dicks while we wait foryou.”

“I’m sorry, Coach. It won’t happenagain.”

“You’re damn fucking right it won’t. You disrespect me and this team like that again over a quick fuck and you’ll be traded so goddamn fast you won’t know what hityou.”

“That’s my woman,Coach.”

He turns and throws up his hands, and I climb onto the bus behind him. “She’s a fucking distraction, and I told you that you don’t need any distractions this season. I need your head in thegame.”

“It is. It’s in the game,sir.”

“It betterbe.”

“One hundred percent,” I say adamantly. Coach shakes his head and sits in his seat and I push past into the throng of myteammates.

“Nice one, Ross.” I’m slapped and tripped more times than I can count as I make my way toward the back of the bus to sit beside Eli, who looks up at me and then continues staring out the windowagain.

I realize he’s grinning at Stella. “What the fuck,man?”

“What?”

“You’re looking at mywoman?”

“Calmdown.”

“Don’t tell me to calmdown—”

“I’m not looking at Stella. I’m looking at the hot piece of ass besideher.”