Page 38 of Just my Puck (Love & Laughter #1)
JASON
S omething is different with Carter. He is less intense and more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. He hasn’t explicitly said, but I’m pretty sure he had sex with Lucy on his date the other night.
I get why she is waiting with me. She doesn’t trust me not to hurt her because my reputation is that of a dog, and I get it.
I’m waiting with her because I need to know if this is it for me.
The very last thing I want to do is to end up hurting her.
But I know. I knew since I first kissed her that I wanted her and no one else.
She has broken down some of my walls, and I know I can trust her to break the rest of them down when I tell her about my childhood and share private things with her.
Unfortunately, we are stuck in this hotel in the middle of Snowy Ridge, which is about two hundred miles away from Coe Bay, but you’d think it was about a thousand. It’s colder, rainier, and pretty much everything Coe Bay isn’t.
It sucks without Lucy here, and I know Steele feels the same way.
He lost out on being with her before we left because she was spending time with Carter.
He doesn’t resent it, nor do I, but it still is pretty shit to be sitting here with a hard dick when there is a girl back home who can take care of it.
Having won tonight’s game, just barely, we are chilling in our rooms when the phone buzzes on the bed next to me.
Smiling, I answer. “Hey, princess.”
“Storm,” she murmurs. “How was the game?”
Staring at the wall in surprise that she didn’t call Steele first, I lick my lips, wondering why she called me Storm. “Pretty well,” I said. “We scraped by with a win.”
“Awesome!” she says. “I wish I could be there.”
The pang of regret that Lucy isn’t with us grows deeper. “Same.”
“I’ll make it up when you guys get back.”
My heart skips a beat. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I was thinking maybe the four of us could have a sleepover.”
My mouth goes dry. “Lucy…”
“I’m ready. I miss you more than I can say, and I want to be with you.”
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. “Really?”
“Yes,” she says.
“I know why you’ve been holding back from me, so I need to make sure that you want this one hundred percent, Lucy. Once I accept that you do, there will be no going back for me.”
“I understand, Jason, and I’m one hundred percent sure. I promise you. When you get back from playing away, we will all be together.”
“Lucy,” I rasp as my cock goes hard, just thinking about being with her. “I have been waiting to have sex with you for a long time. No more waiting.”
“Baby,” she whispers back. “You don’t know how much I want you. I want you to know how much I need you and how much you own me.”
A shiver of anticipation fills my veins. “Own you,” I murmur. “Yes, princess. I want to own you.”
“Are you hard?” she mutters.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, princess, you’ve done it now. I’m twitching.”
She giggles. “It won’t be long, baby.”
“I like that.”
“Baby?”
“Yeah.”
“Touch yourself for me.”
Turning, I crush the phone to my ear and slip my hand inside my pants. “Lucy,” I rasp. “I am.”
“Can you play with yourself in silence?”
“No,” I growl.
Her raspy laugh makes my cock jerk in response.
Grabbing the sheet and twisting it in my fist before plunging my hand over my cock with a single, hard thrust. Fucking my hand hard and fast, cum bursts from the tip of it, coating my hand and the fitted sheet underneath me as I grunt and squeeze my eyes shut.
“Jason?” she says breathlessly. “Next time we have sex, you’re going to use your lips on me.”
“Oh, God, Lucy…where is this coming from?” Groaning, I wipe up the mess with a tissue and lean back on the pillow.
“You are so bad.” She laughs again. “I just wanted you to know I’m thinking about you.”
“Are you playing with yourself?”
“Mmm.”
“Princess?”
Her gorgeously slutty moan makes me groan in response.
“Lucy?”
“Ah,” she cries out softly.
“Did you come?” I ask, sitting up. Phone sex has never been so good. Fuck, she’s turning me on again already. I’m shocked that she is being this way, but I fucking love it. I want more. I want it every day when I’m not with her to plunge my dick into.
“Oh, yes,” she purrs. “I came all over my hand thinking about your huge dick riding my wet pussy, baby.”
Open-mouthed, I drop the phone at the dirty words pouring from her mouth. Who knew?
Picking up the phone from the floor where it landed, I clear my throat and manage to get the words out. “Fuck me, princess. You’re perfect.”
“You think so?”
The note of apprehension in her voice makes me narrow my eyes, and suddenly a rush of love for her comes out of nowhere.
She was doing this all for me. She stepped out of her comfort zone and did something she has probably never done before, just to please me.
This woman is a goddess, and I know without a doubt that I will treat her like one every day for the rest of our lives.
I want no one else. No woman has even come close, not even Swann, to making me feel like a king and for selflessly taking care of me.
I can’t wait to see where it leads, I can’t wait to show her how much I appreciate her.
“I know so, Lucy. You are everything.” My heartfelt remark causes her to breathe out heavily.
“I can’t wait to see you, Jason.”
“Yes, Jason,” I murmur. “Don’t call me Storm. That’s not who I am with you.”
“I know.”
“I’ll see you when we get home.”
“Can’t wait.”
We hang up, and I know that despite not even spending that much time with her yet, I’ve fallen like a rock for her, and my heart feels light and full at the same time as the darkness of being betrayed and hurt so badly retreats.