Pucks & Penalties (Pucked) - Helena Hunting Page 0,37
crosses her arms over her chest and cocks a brow.
“Uh, yeah, that’s not going to happen. Ever, Violet.”
She shrugs. “That’s fine. But if you won’t let me try it on you, then you don’t get to try it on me.”
“Okay.”
“That’s it? Okay? You’re not going to argue over this?”
“Baby, c’mere.” I pat my lap.
Violet doesn’t straddle me, but she sits on my hard-on, so that’s okay. I tilt her chin up. “Do you remember what I said to you the first night we met?”
“Am I looking at her beaver?”
I smile. “Later. When we were in my suite, and we ended up in the bedroom.”
“It isn’t that big—which is lie, because it really is that big.” She shifts so her ass rubs against my still-growing dick.
“No. I mean just before that.”
She bites her lip and thinks for a few seconds, playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Oh!” Her smile is soft, shy almost. “That we didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. But you had to know at that point I was going to give it up for you.”
“Well, I hoped, but it was never an expectation. I mean, fuck—I really wanted to get you naked and get all up in there, but I would’ve been perfectly fine with some slip ‘n’ slide or the blow job. The sex was—” I close my eyes, remembering exactly how being inside Violet for the first time felt. So tight, so hot, so… “—much more than I probably deserved at the time.”
“I was pretty nervous.”
“I was, too. I’m not really a one-night-stand guy.”
Her smile is warm. “You got attached to my beaver rather quickly.”
“Mmm.” I sweep her hair over her shoulders and push the robe down with it. “And the rest of you.”
I slip an around her waist and pull her closer so I can kiss her. “What I’m trying to say, Violet, amidst all these distractions, is that I will only take from you what you offer me willingly, and only if it’s going to make you feel good. And that goes for everything.”
“I love you. But all your sweet-talking still isn’t going to get the Super MC Area 51 access.”
Chapter One
DESIGNS
LILY
RANDY’S ON THE couch stroking Wiener. Not his wiener, but the wiener we’re dog-sitting for the weekend. Sunny’s been having some trouble sleeping thanks to being pregnant, so we’re taking Wiener off their hands for a few days. Also, Randy loves dogs, and so do I.
Wiener sits to Randy’s left, making little whimpery noises while he alternates between patting Wiener’s butt and scratching under his chin. Meanwhile, he’s using his free hand to flip through a magazine in his lap. Randy, I mean. Not Wiener.
I flop down beside him, fully expecting it to be hockey-related, since Randy’s a professional hockey player and all. Except it’s not. It’s a tattoo magazine. I curl into his side, checking out the designs along with him. Some are pretty and colorful, others are dark and macabre. Randy’s mostly a landscape and nature guy, based on his sleeve, but there’s a lot of empty canvas, so maybe he’s looking to diversify.
“Is this for entertainment or research purposes?” I ask.
The Vagina Emporium really, really likes the idea of Randy adding to his ink. She’s already preparing to open the doors and give him an all-access pass based on the thought alone. I didn’t put on underwear before I pulled on my sleep shorts, so it isn’t going to be much of a problem.
Randy folds the page over and flips to the next one. “Me and the guys planned to get some ink together a while ago. I have a consult with my artist, ’cause I’m thinking about incorporating it into a new sleeve, and he’s got a few design ideas he wants to go over.”
“Oh?” I remember Randy and Miller talking about tattoos last week, but I didn’t think anything of it because, well, Randy has an arm full of them. I look over at his sleeve, and that warm feeling spreads from between my legs through my whole body. “Another sleeve?”
He stops leafing through the magazine to look at me. “Are you okay with that?”
At first I think he’s kidding, and then I realize he’s actually quite serious.
“Are you asking for permission?” I glance at the flower on his right hand. His dominant hand. His fingering hand. “Or just my blessing?” I try really hard not to sound all breathy and excited.
“Is this you giving it?” He’s wearing an odd expression.