Page 12 of Pucking Tangled

TWELVE

Mia

“Honey, we’re home,” Casey’s voice echoed through the house a few days later.

Skeeter barked, then excitedly ran toward the sound of his master’s voice.

“Who’s a good boy?” Mia heard Casey coo. “Did you keep Auntie Mia company while she studied?”

“Woof!”

“I bet you did. Where’s she hiding?” Casey asked, his voice growing closer.

“Oooo, Mia.” It was Owen’s voice this time as two sets of footsteps echoed toward the kitchen while another set stormed up the steps.

“Found her!” Casey called out, rushing over and picking her up in a hug like they hadn’t seen each other in years. He spun her around three times while Skeeter danced around them, barking and yipping at the excitement .

“Put. Me. Down,” she giggled and smacked his shoulders. “Did you even shower before you came home?”

“We left before the rest of the team. We were all eager to get home to you,” he confessed.

Owen smiled at her when Casey set her back on the ground. “How was it without us here?”

“Peaceful,” she teased. “No parties. No loud boys hanging around.”

He snorted. “Nice. Glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“Well, fellas, welcome home. I have some studying to do, so I’m just going to go to my room and let you guys get settled.”

Luca rounded the corner and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before playfully bumping into her. “Hey, Mia.”

She gasped when she got a good look at his face. “Luca! Your eye!”

“Owen didn’t say anything about fighting on the ice.” He smirked. “At least I didn’t lose a tooth.”

Mia saw the scuffle on TV but didn’t realize the Firebirds’ center got such a good hit in.

She shook her head. “Boys will be boys, I suppose.”

“I think I’m going to go sit in the hot tub for a while. My whole damn body aches,” Luca said.

“Wait until you’re my age,” Owen said with a snort.

Casey barked out a laugh. “You’re not even thirty yet, old man.”

“And you have a personal masseuse.” Luca nodded toward Casey.

“Okay. I’ll just see myself out now.” Mia rolled her eyes and made a beeline out of the kitchen before she lost all common sense with thoughts of Luca’s ripped body in the hot tub and Casey rubbing down Owen .

“Catch you later?” Luca called after her.

“Yeah. You know me, I’ll be around,” she called over her shoulder.

She was almost to her room when the bathroom door that separated her room from Waylon’s opened. Steam billowed out into the hallway, and the devil himself emerged wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

The bowl with Mia’s lunch in it clattered to the floor.

Their text exchanges played on a loop in her head, taunting her.

Hell, if she was being honest, all of the guys' messages had her feeling off balance and confused.

“Shit,” she cursed and knelt down to pick up the bigger pieces. At least the bowl wasn’t glass and the floor was hardwood. A quick sweep and wet mop and the mess would be good as new. So much for lunch, though.

“You scared the crap out of me.”

“Don’t blame me.” He squatted down to help her.

“Rule number 1. Addendum 2…where is your shirt?” Mia looked up, meaning to glare at him, but caught an eyeful of what Waylon was hiding under his towel. She quickly averted her gaze as her cheeks heated.

No wonder the man was so damn…cocky.

“No one wears shirts in the shower, Mia.”

“I…uh…I…should go get something to get all the…”

Waylon stood and adjusted his towel. “I’ll clean it up. Leave it.”

“You don’t…I can…” Mia fumbled over her words while the mental image of Waylon’s package stayed seared in the forefront of her mind.

He held out his hand to help her up. “I said, I’ll clean it up, Mia. Since it’s my fault and all,” he added with a wink .

“Ugh.” She rolled her eyes. “Pain. In. The. Ass,” she grumbled as she relented and stomped down the hall to her room before she could say or do anything stupid.

Dropping her lunch and getting a peep show felt like enough for one day.

Waylon

Waylon ran into his room and threw on a pair of gym shorts, then quickly finished cleaning up Mia’s mess before jogging downstairs to make her another salad.

He jazzed it up some with fresh strawberries and candied walnuts and added half a sandwich to it. His own stomach growled, reminding him that he needed to eat as well.

Leading by example, he made the same meal for himself, grabbed two bottles of the diet sweet tea he noticed both he and Mia liked to drink, and turned to make his way back to Mia.

“Jeez, hungry much?” Owen asked from the living room, where he and Casey were watching game highlights as he passed on the way to the stairs.

“Mind your business,” he grumbled and continued on his mission.

He got to the end of the hallway and knocked on her door with his foot. He waited a moment for Mia to answer, but when she didn’t, he carefully set her plate on top of his and reached for the door handle .

“Oh. Fuck. Yes,” he heard her moan as the door creaked open.

Waylon swallowed hard and nearly dropped everything he was holding when he caught a glimpse of her.

Sassy little Mia was lying in the middle of her bed, her legs spread with a vibrator between her thighs, her eyes closed, and earbuds in her ears.

I’ll be damned.

Was she thinking about him?

His cock instantly hardened as he glanced around the room for somewhere to put down the plates. Then he kicked the door closed behind him.

Mia’s eyes snapped open, and she scrambled to cover herself up. Her earbuds fell from her ears.

“Don’t stop on account of me,” he said, licking his lips.

“Get out! Get out! Get out!” she shouted.

“No thank you, dirty girl.” He stalked closer to her.

“Waylon, I mean it. Get out,” her voice softened to a breathy whisper that had his cock begging for attention.

“You really want me to leave, Mia? Because it doesn’t sound like you do.”

He reached the foot of her bed and tugged gently on the sheet she had wrapped around her body.

“I thought I locked the door.” She watched him with hooded eyes. “You should have knocked. Rules, Waylon. We have rules for a reason!”

“I did knock. You didn’t hear me,” he replied, leaning in to pick up the white earbuds. He slipped one in his ear.

Bad idea.

The sound of a couple having sex greeted him.

“Damn, Mia,” he growled. “You are such a dirty girl.”

“Waylon,” she pleaded .

Fuck. He wanted to touch her. To taste her. But he knew he couldn’t.

If he dared, he’d be screwed in more ways than one.

He was so fucking close he could smell her sweet arousal and it was driving him wild.

“I think I’ll keep this,” he tapped his ear. “I remade your lunch for you, and brought you a bottle of tea. Sounds like you might need a little nourishment when you’re done.”

It took every ounce of his resolve to pick up his food and walk out of her room. “I’ll lock the door behind me. Wouldn’t want any of the other guys walking in.”

Waylon locked himself in his bedroom and sat his stuff down. Then he did the same thing he hoped Mia was doing on the other side of the wall.

He dropped his shorts and his hand went straight to his cock.

The last thing Waylon needed to add to his arsenal was a mental image of Mia’s pussy.

He was a fucking goner. Willing to break every single one of the rules for a taste.

For….forever.

The orgasm he wished he was sharing with Mia in his bed hit him like a ton of bricks as he pictured her laid out underneath him. His release coated his abs in long ropes of white. Over and over again, until he had nothing left.

Waylon collapsed on top of his bed and blew out a shaky breath.

He never got tied up over women and here he was, covered in cum, panting and yearning for a one he could never have. At least not the way he truly wanted to.

He was willing to put money down that Casey would never allow it.