Pucked Over (Pucked #3) (31 page)

“My mom used to take them all the time.” Sunny rubs my back and puts an arm around my shoulder. Her smile is sad. “I don’t want to do this without you.”

Being here in this gorgeous house, knowing Sunny’s staying and I have to go back to Guelph at the end of the holidays, makes me seriously evaluate my options.

“Okay. This is way too premenstrual for me,” Violet says. “We need more drinks!”

“Totally!” Charlene agrees.

We end up spending way longer than we intended to at Sunny’s new place, partly because we polish off the rest of the champagne. Violet only has one glass, but she’s paranoid about driving Alex’s car, so we hang around in Sunny’s living room while Violet caffeinates herself and the rest of us keep drinking.

It isn’t until everyone’s phones start pinging that we realize it’s late afternoon.

“Oh, shitballs!” Violet jumps to her feet. “We gotta go! The guys are already on their way back to the house!”

Charlene, Sunny, and I chug the rest of our drinks and leave them on the coffee table.

“Why is winter so painful? Why are there so many zippers!” Violet says as we scramble around each other, trying to get our boots on.

“Our bags are still in the trunk,” Sunny says as we climb into the backseat.

“You’re staying at Alex’s tonight anyway. We’re all gonna be too drunk to go anywhere.”

“But I wanna sleep in my new bed.”

“They’ll be plenty of opportunity, trust me.” Violet pulls out and tears down the street.

She’s a freaking menace on the road. Sunny and I white-knuckle it all the way to Alex’s. I get a text about halfway there. It’s from Randy:

I can’t wait 4 pussy prison.

Other phones start dinging ten minutes later. Sunny checks her messages. “They’re already at Alex’s, Vi.”

“Fuckerdoodles.”

“I can always tell Alex I asked you to pick us up in the fun car,” Sunny suggests.

“He won’t believe you, and I can’t lie.”

I’m actually kind of interested to see how this is going to play out. Alex has a temper sometimes. I can’t see him getting super pissed about the car, but then maybe it’s a bigger issue than I realize. Or Violet’s being dramatic. Either option is possible.

We pull into the driveway, and Violet hits the button for the garage. She creeps in, checking the side mirrors a million times. The car jerks as she hits the brakes repeatedly, inching forward until she taps the garbage can in front of it.

She puts the car in park and cuts the engine. Shrugging out of her coat, she flails around. “I’m so sweaty.” Then she opens the top two buttons on her black-and-red plaid, fitted button-down shirt. “Watch how it’s done, ladies.”

Alex opens up the door to the garage as Violet gets out of the car. “Hey, baby!” she exclaims. “We totally lost track of time. I’m so glad you’re home!”

She runs over to him. It’s awkward; she’s got her shoulders back and her chest pushed out. She nearly trips up the three steps on the way to meet him as he comes down. She falls into him, throwing her arms around his neck. She’s practically popping out of her shirt.

“Hi, baby.” Alex isn’t looking at the car anymore. His eyes are right where Violet wants them. He runs his hands down her sides and stops at her ass.

Maybe they’ve forgotten we’re all here.

I look at Charlene and Sunny. As usual, Sunny’s focused on her phone. Charlene is grinning. I open my mouth to ask a question, but she puts her finger to her lips, signaling for me to wait.

Violet kisses the bottom of his chin, because that’s as high up as she can reach, even on tiptoes. “I missed you.”

Alex makes a noise, but dips his head and kisses her lips. “Me too. I hate being gone more than a week.” He rubs his nose against hers. It’s so sweet I want to gag. “You know I don’t drive The Colonel in the winter, baby.”

“I changed purses and couldn’t find my keys. I’m sorry.” Violet pushes away from him and his eyes go back to her rack. “Oh, the buttons on this shirt are the worst. I’ll put these away until later.” She winks.

“I can help.” Alex sticks his finger into her cleavage.

Charlene gives me a raised eyebrow and slams her car door shut. Alex jumps, like he’s just realized we’re all here. “Hey! Hi!” He jams his hands in his pocket and turns to the side. It doesn’t hide what’s happening in his pants. He untucks his shirt to cover the issue.

There’s a flurry of action and hugs, then Alex yells out for a hand bringing bags inside. I get as far as the hallway before I’m tackle-hugged by Randy. He lifts me right off my feet and buries his face in my neck.

“Hi.” I giggle-moan at the feel of his beard and his lips parting against my skin.

“I can’t wait to go to pussy prison,” he murmurs in my ear.

And just like that, I’m ready to get undressed and take him. Except we’re standing in Alex’s hallway, and our friends are here. Randy spins around and for a second I think I’m going to end up against a wall. Instead he carries me down the hall.

Everyone’s staring. Lance is slack-jawed. Miller’s got a frown going on, and Alex’s expression matches. Darren cocks an eyebrow.

“No way, Balls!” Miller shouts. “You and Lily aren’t allowed in bathrooms together!”

Randy doesn’t listen. He sidesteps through a door. It’s not a bathroom, though; it’s a laundry room. He tries to shut the door, but Miller’s leaning against it. He makes Alex look small and Randy skinny, which he’s definitely not.

Randy leans back, his arms straining. “I need a little something right here.” He sets me down and taps his lips.

I push my fingers through his hair. It’s grown out in the past two weeks, hitting below his cheekbones. I rise up on my toes and press a soft kiss to his mouth.

“Seriously, Balls, can’t you wait, like, five minutes?” Miller asks.

“I’m just saying hello, and I’m looking for a little privacy to do that.” Randy gives the door a hard shove with his shoulder. Miller shouts and Randy turns the lock. “And now we have some.”

His smile holds anything but humor as he lifts me up and sets me on the dryer. It’s the perfect height. I part my legs and scootch forward so I can feel his hard-on. And he’s definitely hard. Randy leaves wet kisses on my neck as he cuts a path up to my mouth.

“You’re terrible.”

“I know. We don’t have to stay here long—like fifteen minutes, and then we can go back to my place where we can play until you have to go back to Canadia.”

Miller knocks on the door. Or maybe it’s Alex. I don’t care. All I know is Randy’s tongue is in my mouth, looking for something to tangle with.

“Why’re you wearing pants? They’re so inconvenient,” he complains.

I laugh into his mouth and wrap my legs around his waist. He’s dry-humping the hell out of me, and the seam of my jeans is hitting the right spot. Like that time in the bathroom at the exhibition game, I get that shimmery feeling—the one where I’m sure if we keep going I’ll probably come. Randy finds his way under my shirt. Tickling along my ribs, he slides his finger under my bra until he reaches my nipple.

“I seriously need you naked. It’s not even funny.”

I keep rubbing up on him, grinding harder. I’m whimpering and yanking on his hair. Randy breaks the kiss to look at me. “You’re gonna come aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

He gives me that smile I used to love-hate and now I just want to suck off his face. With my vagina. “I should be inside you for that.”

That’s all it takes—and the friction, and the way he pinches my nipple. The orgasm slams into me like a linebacker on crack. It’s a toe-curling, mind-numbing, full-on quiver attack. I try not to make a sound, because there are people on the other side of the door—and if I can hear them they can certainly hear me—but I fail. It’s a high-pitched moan that includes Randy’s name.

I’m not even close to being over the crest of it when the door bursts open. All my muscles are locked like I’ve been dipped in liquid nitrogen. Randy doesn’t even bother to look at them, his focus is singular: me.

I bite my lip, a whole-body tremor making my eyes roll up.

“Oh, wow.” That’s Sunny.

“Is she—” Charlene starts.

“Oh, definitely,” Violet interjects. “Check out her toes.”

The commentary kills the end of the orgasm. I glance over at the three of them gawking at us. Randy seems totally unfazed. In fact, he’s smug as fuck.

“Um. You should stay there. Both of you.” Sunny holds her hand out to the side. Lance collides with it, and she pushes him back. “All of you.”

Violet fans herself. “I feel like I just watched porn.”

“Close the damn door!” I finally croak, collapsing against Randy’s chest.

He’s laughing. I’m so mortified I could die.

“Kinda pointless now, don’t ya think?” Violet asks. “Seven minutes in heaven is up, Balls. I hope yours aren’t too blue right now. Either that, or you need a change of pants, and I need a drink.” She turns away. “Alex, baby, can you make me those shots I like? The ones you call panty removers?”

When I look back, Sunny has her hair twirled around her finger, and she’s brushing it across her lips. Randy helps me off the washing machine. I slide down the front of his body and feel his hard-on against my stomach. I don’t know how he can still be so smirky. He pats my ass as we step out into foyer. Thankfully, most of the crowd has already moved on. It’s only Miller and Sunny. He gives Randy a look, then puts an arm around Sunny’s shoulder and guides her down the hall.

My face feels like I have the worst sunburn in the world. I’m usually a private person. Private about sex, about my life, about pretty much everything, so knowing all these people heard me in the throes of ecstasy—because that’s exactly what it was—is the pinnacle of embarrassing. Randy picks me up and sets me on a stool at Alex’s breakfast bar, then he hugs me from behind. I don’t know what to think about all this affection. Apparently neither does anyone else, because it’s not me getting weird looks—despite my loud orgasm—it’s Randy. Maybe I’m not alone in thinking this thing between us doesn’t seem totally casual anymore.

Alex makes us all shooters, which we drink. Then the guys have beers, and Violet offers us cocktails or wine. Since we’ve already been drinking wine, we decide it’s safest to stick with the same thing. I feel a little bad for Lance, since he’s the only one without a girl—not that I’m Randy’s girl or anything. Even if it feels a little like I am.

Violet mentions her plan to get rid of the guys. There’s some serious protesting, mostly on Randy’s part, but also from Miller. Violet whispers something to Alex, and his eyebrows rise. He slaps his thighs and stands up. “All right, guys, guess we’re going out to watch the game since the girls are watching
Magic Mike Two
.”

“It’s XXL,” Violet corrects.

“I don’t like your friends very much right now,” Randy mutters in my ear.

“I’ll be here when you get back.” I pat his cheek and get off the stool.

He gives me a look. “No sleep tonight.”

“It’s totally overrated.”

Once they’re gone, we order takeout, change into comfy clothes, and get back to drinking wine.

A little while later, Violet’s sprawled out on the floor, rubbing her belly after plowing through an entire box of chicken balls. “I hope these digest before Alex gets back, otherwise I might have to backtrack on the blowy tonight.”

Charlene snorts. “Nothing screams sexy like puking on a dick.”

“Has that happened to you?” Sunny asks, eyes wide.

“No. Thank God.” Violet pulls a face. “But it might if my stomach doesn’t settle down soon. You don’t think there was dairy in any of this, do you?”

“It’s Chinese food. I don’t think they do dairy,” Charlene replies. “You ate too much.”

“I totally did.” Violet nods.

“Once I choked on Kale’s hair,” Sunny says. Her nose crinkles. Anything related to her ex-boyfriend, Kale, warrants that reaction.

Violet props herself up on an elbow. “You mean a ball hair?”

“Ew. No. I never would have put Kale’s balls in my mouth. They were way too hairy.”

“So, like, you mean his bush? Didn’t he trim?”

“No. I’m talking about shaft hair. It got caught in the back of my throat. It was so gross.”

Talking about Kale makes me think about Benji and his similar lack of grooming in the dick department.

“Hold the phone.” Violet puts out a hand. “He had shaft hair. Like hair on the
shaft
of his penis.”

“Uh-huh.” Sunny nods. “Miller’s so good about maintenance, though. I don’t mind sucking on his balls at all.”

Violet spits out her wine. “Can we not talk about Buck’s balls?”

Sunny shrugs. “I’m just saying. It’s nice. And Miller loves blow jobs. He says I’m awesome at them, and he always eats my cookie afterward because he appreciates it so much.”

Charlene is laughing so hard she’s curled in a ball holding her stomach. Violet looks a little green, but I can’t tell if it’s because she ate too much, she’s had too much to drink, or because Sunny’s talking about blowing Miller. Again.

“What about you, Lily? You like sucking on Balls’ balls?” Violet’s snickering so much that her wine sloshes over the side of her glass and lands on her boobs. She frowns and rubs at it, then looks up at me expectantly.

“Uhhh ...”

“Come on, you don’t have to be shy. We’ve all watched you come,” she adds.

I guess it’s meant to be encouraging. Mostly it’s embarrassing. There are lots of things I’ve shared with Sunny over the years, but a front-row seat to my orgasm wasn’t one of the things I ever intended to put on the list. I puff out a breath. “Well… uh, I’ve never given him a blow job.”

Everyone goes silent. I lift my eyes from my glass to find them all staring at me. I gulp my wine.

“How have you managed to get away with that?” Charlene asks.

“It’s not like I haven’t offered, he just… I don’t know… Maybe it’s not his thing?” I have no idea what to say to this.

“Not his thing? Every guy likes blow jobs.” Violet seems mystified.

Charlene and Sunny both nod in agreement.

I lift one shoulder and then down the remaining contents of my glass. I jump up off the couch. “I need more wine. Anyone else need more wine?”