Page 3 of Just my Puck (Love & Laughter #1)

STEELE

T rudging into the house, aching from the body slamming I took during the game, which somehow ended with me up in the penalty box, I grimace and rub my ribs.

The bruise is already showing, but I only need a good soak in the outdoor hot tub, under the stars.

The garden is my favorite aspect of the villa overlooking the bay.

There is a large deck that leads to an expanse of lawn dotted with palm trees that ends with an infinity pool.

Although we lost the game, I can still hold my head high. Apart from being sent into the penalty box more than once, I knew it was only because the other team knew I was a threat. It happens every single time, and I’m used to it.

My thoughts return to the cute girl from the game.

She is so familiar to me, yet I had never seen her at a game before.

She is that one that you admire from afar but never try to engage with or find out anything about them.

She lives in the area as I’ve seen her around, but I’ve never attempted to get to know her.

The fear of rejection is pathetic but very real when it comes to this particular girl.

She is way out of my league, so tiny and delicate, and way more intelligent than me, or so I imagine.

I’d probably break her in half if I held her too tightly.

But sitting in the box earlier, I felt her gaze on me, and our eyes locked for a split second before she pulled hers away.

Seeing her there, it was like the fates had aligned, but she didn’t join her friends when the team came out of the locker room, and then she fell straight into Jason’s lap.

Of course.

There isn’t a girl on the planet that hasn’t thrown herself at him in some way or another. Literally, though, I think it is a new one, even for him. She didn’t even notice me.

Her face is so beautiful and perfect; she is almost unreal in her perfection. There is something about her that is so oddly familiar, it’s like we have met before in some other lifetime.

Stripping off, feeling exhausted both mentally and physically after such a gruesome game. I grab the book she dropped and my phone from my backpack, crossing naked through the villa and out to the deck, lit with tiny spotlights built into the wooden flooring.

Holding in my hand, I have the perfect excuse to track her down so I can return it, but I probably never will. Laying it carefully down, I haul my ass into the hot tub, sitting on the edge and soaking my feet while I flick quickly through my phone.

Groaning as the first thing I see is a video going viral of the girl falling into Jason’s lap.

I’ve been tagged, Jase has been tagged, but the girl…

no one knows her name. Comment after comment asking who she is.

Something inside me pushes me to keep scrolling.

Someone has to know something about her.

Coe Bay is a large city, but it’s not that big that someone can fly under the radar in these types of circumstances.

Then I see it.

Lucy Watson. She works at the library, I think.

“Lucy.” It rolls nicely off my tongue. It suits her perfectly.

My heart goes out to her. She will be hounded day and night until the next thing happens, and everyone will forget for a while, but this video will live with her forever.

Picking up the book again that Lucy had left behind, I flick through the pages. My heart starts to race as the soft scent of a light floral perfume wafts off the pages.

For some strange reason, the aroma arouses me, and my cock stiffens.

The fantasies of her consume my thoughts.

I can't stop thinking about her and all the things I want to do with her.

I throw the book down and grab my cock, closing my eyes as I imagine riding her pussy with my fat, long dick until she screams my name so loudly the whole town can hear her.

I groan as I feel my shaft harden further against my palm, tugging wildly as visions of our passionate lovemaking fill me up.

I can almost feel the warmth of her body against mine as we eagerly explore one another's mouths.

My hands move to her breasts, feeling their softness, and then lower to between her legs, where I caress her clit before entering her with a slow thrust that sends pleasure coursing through both of us.

We move together in unison, our bodies merging as we reach a frenzied peak of pure pleasure.

She cries out in delight at the same moment that I come with intense pleasure that reverberates throughout my body.

Pulling out of my fantasy as these thoughts flood my mind, a sudden wave of energy rushes over me, and reaching for a towel just in time, I spurt my cum all over it with a loud grunt of satisfaction.

It’s been a long six months since I got any.

Not out of a shortage of women throwing themselves at me, but it all just felt hollow, and puck bunnies aren’t doing it for me anymore.

I want substance, depth, something real.

I want Lucy.

Sighing, I dump the towel on the side and sink further into the hot tub, a small moan of relief escaping my lips as the hot, bubbly water eases my aching muscles.

“Lucy Watson,” I murmur. “Your life is about to blow up something crazy. I hope you’re ready for it, sweetheart.”

Already knowing that my admire-from-afar tactic has been shot to hell and back, I plan to head to the library tomorrow to see if she’s there and return her book.

And I hope to fuck she’s okay when I find her.