Page 23 of Sweet as Puck

Water poured down my back, and I moved my hand frantically over my steely length. Behind my closed eyelids, my fantasies ran wild. Cara lifted Roe’s tee and peeled it off him so that the only thing covering his chest was that sexy leather strap he wore around his throat. Then Roe’s hands were on Cara, turning her and unzipping that cute little dress she wore. He pushed it off her shoulders to reveal a white bra and cotton panties with a little bow at the front. Damn, those thick legs and wide hips were so fucking sexy. Her rounded belly jiggled as she moved. I wanted to bury myself in all that softness and get lost in it.

I shuddered as my balls drew up tight, and I imagined that bra coming off. Her generous breasts tumbled free from their restraints. Her nipples tightened as Roe reached around her and pinched them gently between his fingers. They turned a darker dusky pink from his touch. He presented them to me, holding her breasts together so I could drop to my knees and taste her. Worship her.

The me in my fantasy didn’t hesitate—I fell down right there. I dragged her panties down and leaned in, inhaling the strawberry scent of her body wash. I pressed open-mouthed kisses to her belly and worked my way up to her nipples, my stubble scraping along her soft skin. I left red marks on her, beard burn marking her up so perfectly. They’d soon fade, but she’d feel the sensitive spots for hours after. When I reached her nipple, I closed my lips over it and sucked and licked as I smoothed my hands backup her body. Her nipple tightened in my mouth and my dick throbbed. She was so responsive, so sensitive to my touch.

She moaned long and low as I wrapped my arms around her and gripped her butt. She overspilled my hold, her ass way more than a generous handful. I groaned and wished that my dick was getting in on the action.

Roe was behind her, and he hitched her leg over my shoulder, opening her up. I moved my hand, sliding it between her legs and savouring the slickness there. I thrust a finger inside her agonizingly slowly, and her breaths turned to pants as I pressed my thumb against her clit.

I needed to taste her. I sank lower, lining my face up with her pretty pussy. I lapped at her, flicking my tongue over her clit, and she cried out. She rocked her hips, riding my face. It was a good thing too. One taste of her wasn’t enough. I moaned, desperate for more as I licked and suckled her.

Roe gripped her hips and swirled his dick through her juices, lubing up the tip before he rocked himself into her. She moaned, her voice all breathy as her pussy pulsed under my tongue and stretched wide by Roe’s cock.

I shuddered, the tingling at the base of my spine spreading through my body as I pushed past the point of no return. I tightened my fist around my cock and shuttled my hand faster. My balls let loose, lightning rocketing through me and the resulting wildfire burning every one of my nerve endings. I came, shooting out stripes of cum from my pulsing cock. I blinked open my eyes and watched as my cock painted the tiled wall. I grunted and struggled to catch my breath as I watched the evidence of my desire swirl down the drain.

My legs were jelly and my hands shook with the force of the orgasm that had hit me. Exhaustion swept over me, and I groaned. Instead of enjoying the warm water, I flicked the tap to cold and tilted my face up into the stream. It sucked thebreath out of my lungs and tempered the fire inside me, instantly waking me up from my post-orgasm sleepiness.

Guilt swept over me. There I was, fantasizing over two people who I had no business lusting after. Roe and Cara had potential. Me stepping between them was a recipe for disaster. My interference could only cause problems, just like the ones I’d caused between Chris and Kamirah.

The high faded fast, and the little bit of breakfast I’d eaten soured. I ground my teeth together. Why did they have to fuck this up as well? Why couldn’t I indulge in a little fantasy without being constantly reminded of the two people who’d betrayed me? Their message was clear: they never wanted to see me again—and I was fine with that. Angry as fuck, but fine.

I didn’t linger in the shower. I washed myself off quickly and got out of there before I put my fist through the glass door.

Fuck.

I wrapped the towel around my waist, then yanked the bathroom door open to storm out of there. The door bounced against the wall, and I shouldered past it, striding out into my room. I kicked my suit out of the way and opened my suitcase, looking for the gym shorts I’d packed.

I needed a run to work off this energy.

Or maybe a punching bag.

But I was hungry too.

I exhaled and dropped my chin down to my chest, stretching out the tightness in my shoulders and neck. I closed my eyes. Memories of my fantasy played through my mind’s eye like a reel.

The gym was on the third level, overlooking the river, but the view outside wasn’t what held my attention. It was what was inside.

Roe was there, shirtless and sweating. The patch of silver hair on his chest was sexy as fuck. I wanted to rub my face on it likea cat. He was punching a bag bare knuckled. He held his fists high, protecting his face while he bounced lightly on his toes. His legs tensed and released with each step, the power in his corded muscles reassuring me that my fantasy wouldn’t have been far off.

Moving left and right, he ducked and weaved, throwing sharp jabs and a few punches that would have knocked most guys on their asses. But all I could think about was stripping him out of those shorts and licking every inch of him.

My mouth went dry. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his tight body glistening with a sheen of sweat as he worked out. He was completely oblivious to my predicament, thank fuck.

Roe gripped both sides of the punching bag and brought his knee up, connecting hard with it. His shorts barely covered to mid-thigh, and they stretched up, showing even more of the tight lines and cut muscles of his legs.

Unconsciously, I reached down and adjusted my dick, trying to hide the tent in my loose gym shorts. Fuck me, he was beautiful.

Too beautiful for me to work out next to him without blowing in my shorts.

I backed out, letting the door click closed after me. But I couldn’t bring myself to turn away. I watched him through the glass panel in the door as he spun around, and kicked the bag, nearly toppling it. He reached out to steady it, and I groaned. Jesus fuck that was so sexy.

Lightheaded with lust, I sucked in a breath and forced myself to back away.

When I turned, I came face to face with the one person I didn’t want to see—Minns. My dick shrivelled, and I stared him down, waiting for him to say something. We were alone in the corridor, no one else around. But the coward didn’t say a single word to me. No asking if I was okay, no saying he was sorry, nothing. Helooked like a deer in headlights, his gaze darting left and right as if he was looking for an escape route.

I huffed and shook my head in disgust. I wasn’t going to waste another breath on Minns. I wouldn’t give Kam a single thought either. If it wasn’t blatantly obvious before, it was now. We were officially done.

I didn’t need to say anything to him. I had nothing I wanted him to hear anyway. Instead, I walked away, and it was as if a weight lifted from my shoulders. It was the most freeing experience I’d ever had. With my head held high and satisfaction running through my veins I headed to the ballroom that had been set up as the team’s dining room and lounge area. I needed food to tide me over until my date tonight—7:00 p.m. with a certain sexy silver fox and our sweet woman.