Page 19 of Just my Puck (Love & Laughter #1)
CARTER
A s Lucy stands in the middle of the kitchen, Steele’s arms draped around her possessively, she scrunches up her nose again in that really cute way.
It’s almost as if time stands still, and in that moment, all the pieces seem to click together.
She is perfect; from her bright eyes to her infectious smile, everything about her radiates beauty.
Her brown waves cascade around her shoulders, her curvy luscious body is visible underneath her clothes.
Seeing what they see, I try not to let it affect me.
There is no way I can fall for the woman not only one best friend is dating but the one my other best friend also wants to date.
It’s a clusterfuck waiting to happen.
Annnnd, not the fun kind.
“Lucky Lucy?” she asks. “Why do you call me that?”
“Because you were there tonight, and we won the game.”
“But I was there the other night, and you lost.”
“Okay. Ouch. I guess I’m a glass-half-full kind of guy.”
She giggles, brazenly taking in my toned abs visible over the low-slung towel I wrapped around myself when I got out of the hot tub. But the thing about her gaze, it isn’t flirty or seductive. She admires me openly, and it makes me feel really good about myself in a weird way.
“I’m not lucky,” she says, her smile dimming slightly as she steps away from Steele. “Unlucky is more my style.”
Feeling a twinge of sympathy for her, I narrow my eyes. She’s gorgeous, but there’s suddenly a hint of sadness behind her eyes. I want to know more about her.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask, stepping closer.
She looks up at me, her gaze intense. “I’m cursed,” she says, her voice low and strained.
“I don’t believe in curses,” I say firmly, moving even closer to her. I’m drawn to her. She notices my proximity and steps back slightly, which tells me a lot about her.
She raises an eyebrow. “You don’t?”
“No,” I say with a confident grin. “I’m not afraid of anything.”
It’s almost as if the shroud around her drops, and she smiles again. “Big words,” she says softly.
Her eyes lock onto mine, and I feel like we stare at each other for an eternity, finally seeing what it is about this woman that has Steele and Jason all riled up. I can see it in her eyes when she talks to me. We are the same in that way, both vigilant and aware of those who surround us.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” Leaving without waiting for a reply, I wonder how Steele will approach the subject of dating Jason as well as him.
This thought consumes me and makes me want to go back to the kitchen, to hold on to Lucy tightly, protect her and convince her that there is nothing to be afraid of.
Instead of succumbing to the need driving me forward toward the door, I grab a towel and head straight for the shower.
She suddenly makes my heart race, my palms sweat, and gives me butterflies in my stomach. The way she smiles, the way she laughs, the way her eyes sparkle when she talks—they all now have an inexplicable effect on me.
As I scrub my skin with soap and shampoo, I feel a sense of longing wash over me.
I want her so badly it hurts. The memory of her gaze on my body is still fresh, and all I can think about is holding her, running my fingers through her hair, kissing those ripe lips, and plunging my cock into her tight pussy.
The warm and soothing water cascades over my body like a blanket. A strange warmth wraps around my heart as if I’m being transported to a different place, a place of deep fantasies, a place where I can be with Lucy.
She is my best friend’s girl, but she is suddenly all I can think about. Maybe it’s because of the plan Jason and Steele have to both be with her. Maybe, I’m just overthinking this entire thing.
But I close my eyes and let my hand drift down, stroking my stiff shaft as I think of her.
Groaning in pleasure, the water beats against my skin.
My arousal grows, along with my cock. Fantasizing about taking Lucy into my arms, undressing her, and exploring her body with my hands and mouth.
She sighs in pleasure from my touch, her moans soft as I kiss her flawless skin.
Imagining us entwined in passion and pleasure, my desire for her expands with each stroke of my hand.
My mouth turns dry, and my lungs burn with each sharp breath.
The heat of pleasure fires through my body, pulling me deeper into a vortex of sensation.
My hand works faster on my cock. Images flash through my mind, striking me like lightning: I’m inside Lucy, filling her up; I’m pounding her from behind; I’m lying by her side, gazing down at her sweet face; we’re twisting together in passion and sweat.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I cry out in pleasure as the orgasm hits.
My knees go weak, my free hand splaying out on the cold tile to keep me steady.
Finally, trembling, I let go of my erection, which is slick with cum.
I stand there, my body filled with long-denied desire, my heart filled with longing for Lucy.
But she already has two men vying for her attention, and a third would make her run.
She is delicate and sweet and should not be treated like a plaything or some prized possession.
So I will keep my feelings quiet, telling myself that they will go away and that the novelty of such a sweet girl in our midst will wear off, and I can go back to focusing on my game and not on a girl I can never have.