Charming as Puck by Pippa Grant

Author:Pippa Grant [Grant, Pippa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Eight

Kami

I don’t know how I make it back to Nick’s Cherokee before I completely and totally lose it. We both hop in the car, look at each other, and start laughing so hard my eyes burn.

“Oh. My. God,” I gasp. “That poor couple.”

“Did you—hear—bowling—for roosters?” Nick howls.

“The flaming poop bomb!” I cry.

“The hay—in the car!”

Tears are streaming down my aching cheeks, and my stomach is cramping, but I can’t stop. Until a sudden thought strikes me.

I bolt upright and point at Nick. “No,” I declare so forcefully that he stops wiping his eyes, and his chuckles roll to a stop.

“No?”

Oh, shit. The puppy dog eyes. Not the puppy dog eyes. “No what?”

“No, you are not going to use any of those pranks on your teammates.”

There’s a subtle tug of his lips and a barely-noticeable lowering of his lids that very clearly says challenge accepted.

“If I get wind of even a hint of you pulling anything mentioned or inspired by tonight, I’m cutting you off sex.”

He tilts his head, all of his cockiness coming out to play in that smile spreading over his face and lighting his green eyes, and god help me, he’s so stupidly irresistible. My panties are already wet.

Just from one look.

“So you’re telling me I get to have sex with you again.”

My body cries out an oh, fuck, yes. “I d-don’t put out on the f-first date,” I stammer.

Because I really shouldn’t sleep with him tonight.

I should resist.

I should make him earn me. I should demand more than one day of him saying what I want him to say.

“It’s technically over,” he tells me. “So you could put out after our first date.”

“You haven’t taken me home yet.”

“What if I want to take you on a second date right now?”

Yes, please. “You have a game tomorrow.”

He pulls my hand into his, dwarfing mine. Thick veins run from his knuckles to his wrist, and the heat off his skin is warming my entire body. “Way I’ve been playing, I don’t think anyone would know the difference.”

“You’re going to play amazing tomorrow night.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’ll have sex with you if you have a shutout. But only if you have a shutout.”

He groans and squeezes my hand. “Fuck, Kami.”

“No pressure or anything,” I add, “but I really miss your cock. And I’ll be really, really sad if I can’t have it tomorrow night.”

“Are you coming?” he breathes.

“Um, not at the moment,” I breathe back, but holy hell, my body’s primed and ready for it.

“To the game,” he clarifies.

“I—yes,” I decide. I’ve given away every set of tickets so far, but tomorrow, hell yes, I’ll be at the game.

He’s suddenly crushing his mouth to mine, and I fall into his kiss.

I do miss this.

For all the ways he’s dense sometimes, he knows how to kiss me. When to go hard. When to go soft. How to stroke his tongue into my mouth to make my nipples so hard and my clit so achy that I have to straddle him.

My ass hits the horn as I climb into his lap.

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