Page 55 of Wilder Puck

Ryan: How about I rub your feet instead

Baddie: Tempting

My imagination immediately ran wild with all the ways I could massage her. I'm half hard in my jock just thinking about getting my hands on her again. Jesus, I'm pathetic.

Ryan: Be prepared to melt into a puddle. I've been told these hands are very perfect. ;)

Baddie: Ryan Wilder, are you flirting with me over text?

I smirk.

Ryan: Just know that I’m looking forward to your list. Is it done yet?

Baddie: I think so

Ryan: Yeah? Are you ready to hit send?

Baddie: Okay

Fuck, my dick is fucking pulsating now.

Here it goes.

Baddie: DO NOT JUDGE ME

1.I’ve never been eaten out before because the idea freaks me out, but I would like to know what all the fuss is about

2.How to be better in bed (which is why we’re doing this)

3.Maybe the unusual place can be you bending me over the kitchen counter

Ryan: That’s a short list

Baddie: I could say the same about you. Plus so simple. Don’t you have any crazy ones?

Ryan: I need to level up past vanilla first

Baddie: True

Ryan: I’m heading back

Baddie: Maybe I’ll meet you at your place for that congratulating hug

I thought I was hard before? Now I'm vibrating out of my skin the whole trip back, my knee bouncing with anticipation.

Chase asks, “Everything all good?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Everything’s good. What’s going on with Baddie Addie?”

“She’s meeting me at my house.”

He grabs my shoulder and smiles. “See, bro. The feeling is mutual. You just need to crack her open a little bit more. She’ll get there.”

It's late by the time the bus drops us off at the home rink, but I'm keyed up, with zero hope of sleeping.

I shoot Addie a text letting her know I'm back as I climb into my truck. I'm tempted to ask her where she is, aching for her in every way possible. But it's the middle of the night and I don't want to assume she stayed up to give me that hug.