Page 6 of Dumping the Puck (Men of Havoc #4)

I could die this morning, and be the happiest son of a bitch on the planet. When my eyes opened, I was tangled with Wren in the small bed on the jet. Her legs wrapped around mine, her arm thrown across my chest, and her hair tickling my face. Of course this isn’t how we started the night. She made it a point to stay as far to the edge as she could when we decided to settle in for some sleep. And when she had to wear my tee to sleep in, fuck me. I’ve never seen anything sexier than her in the plain black tee I bought at the store before we left.

“Sir, I hate to wake you but we’ll be landing in about forty-five minutes.” Lucy gently taps my shoulder, letting me know.

“Thank you,” I grumble out in my sleepy haze.

I push her long blonde waves off my cheek, and gather it in my hand to move off her own face. The temptation of having her hair wrapped around my fist, to just tug it gently to get her face toward mine, has my cock painfully hard first thing this morning. Instead of following through with my fantasy, I gently stroke her cheek.

“June, it’s time to get up.” One eye half pops open. “We’ll be landing soon.” Her other eye pops open. “We have about forty minutes until we land.”

Once it dawns on her that we’re in bed together she moves quickly, bumping my cock with her thigh, muttering something about this being a dream. The contact catches her attention, drawing her eyes to my lap.

“Jesus.” Her eyes pop wide at the tent in the sheet. I know I’m well above average and this is the typical reaction. But he twitches at the thought of Wren Kaydell ogling his size. “That’s…your…holy moly the genes aren’t the same.”

She continues muttering to herself as she climbs over me to get off the bed, connecting her pussy to my cock with very little fabric between us. Her sharp intake of breath lets me know that she’s just as affected by the contact as me.

“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry. I just need to…” She finally climbs over me, placing her two feet on the floor. “There we go. Sorry. I’m going to just go, uh, go. I’m going.” She scurries off to the bathroom with her clothes from last night, cheeks redder than the cherries we used to steal from old man Red’s farm.

Rolling over was the wrong move, because after her little morning chaos, my dick is screaming for some form of release. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and scrub my hands down my face, then adjust myself before leaning over to dig around in my bag for something other than my tux I wore onto the plane last night.

Wren emerges from the bathroom, her cheeks still red from our encounter. I don’t make things any better when I stand and he’s at full mast tenting my boxer briefs, garnering her full attention with a slack jaw as I walk past her.

“Take a picture, June. It’ll last longer.”

A pair of socks comes hurtling at my head as I walk to the bathroom, making me chuckle before closing the door. The space is small but I pull my boxers down to my thighs, bracing myself with one hand on the wall as I palm my cock in the other. After twelve hours of constantly being this close to Wren, the pain is unbearable and I need release.

I conjure up images of Wren over the years as I stroke myself, gripping myself tighter the closer I get to the familiar tingle creeping up my spine. The last image I bring up in my mind is her perfect ass on display in my tee this morning. I’m so close cum is dripping from my head.

“Kayce?” Wren calls me from outside the bathroom door.

Her sweet voice sends me over the edge as I growl my release, spilling into the small sink in front of me. “Fuckkkkkk.”

As I ride out the orgasm I hear her small feet pad away from the door, no doubt she knows what she just heard. Not like this plane has much sound proofing.

I clean up and change into a pair of joggers with another plain tee before leaving this small room to face the music with Wren. I’m not ashamed of what happened, but this is the first time she’s been witness. At least she doesn’t know it’s her face I fantasize about.

I’m bent over putting my stuff away in my bag when she comes up behind me and clears her throat.

I stand and turn to face her, “I didn’t know you were such a voyeur, June.”

“I don’t even know what that means.” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“It’s someone who gets off watching other people.” I wink.

“I wasn’t watching! I didn’t—” She huffs out a breath when I start laughing. “I just wanted to tell you that the flight attendant brought some muffins.”

She spins around on her heel and goes about five feet away to her seat where she begins unwrapping a muffin, picking at small pieces. Her leg shakes a mile a minute, the tell tale sign she’s embarrassed or pissed off.

I plop in the seat across the aisle from her, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” She says curtly. “It’s good to know my pussy barely touching you can have that effect.” She looks over at me with a broad smile on her face and I burst out laughing.

She scowls at me, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pressed into a thin line which only pushes me to laugh more.

She was a virgin when she started dating Cameron. And the thought that she hasn’t learned anything from him about pleasure pisses me off as much as the thought of my brother touching Wren for the first time. That thought sobers me quickly.

When I reach for a muffin, she turns to look out the window, not making eye contact with me.

“June, I’m sorry. Really. I shouldn’t have teased you. I know you don’t like talking about sex. Or anything related to it.” I pinch her side.

We get an aerial view of the coast as we fly in, And it’s absolutely breathtaking. Watching Wren lean closer to the window, before just sliding over to the window seat makes my heart speed up. Knowing that I’m the one who can make her happy, give her the dream vacation she’s been planning since we were kids puffs my chest out with pride.

Shortly after, the plane jolts as we land. Once we pull up the hangar we are met with a black car to bring us to our villa. I looked up the listing that Charley sent me last night as I laid in bed trying to keep my hands to myself. It’s literally described as a private love nest. Charley is pushing hard.

Besides Viktor Karlsen, my teammate, she’s the only one who knows how I feel about Wren. I should have known she’d take this chance to push me into telling her how I feel. She was all for me stopping the wedding and confessing my love for her mid- ceremony. I denied that request. If Wren felt the same way, I’d know.

“Ciao, welcome to Italy!” Our driver greets us, then takes our luggage to load into the car.

The ride to the villa is quiet, Wren’s face is pressed against the window, taking in the scenery surrounding us. The narrow roads are giving me more of a panic attack than appreciation but this is for her, not me.

The car stops outside the most gorgeous hotel I’ve ever seen. It’s on the cliff overlooking the sea. The view is stunning now that I’m not in a car speeding down narrow roads with drop-offs.

“You’re all checked in Signore Bicknelle. Here are your keys, you are in Suite Principessina. Follow this hall and it’s the fourth door on the left.” He nods, dropping two keys in my hand.

“Grazie.”

He walks back to the car and drives off, leaving me with Wren.

“Are you ready to see your room for the week?”

“Hell yeah!”

I reach out my hand for her luggage, but instead she laces her fingers with mine and I’m not about to argue with her. So, we walk hand in hand to our room.