Prince Pucking Charming

by Quinn, Jillian

  Max frowns. “Duke! That’s too easy!”

  “Hey, you never said I had to make the clues hard.”

  Max blows out a breath of air, her eyes narrowed. “You can do better. Try again.”

  “What was the answer?” I challenge.

  “A puck,” she groans. “A first grader could’ve figured that one out.”

  “Fine,” I say. “New, harder clues. Ummm…” I think for a second and decide on a riddle. If she wants a harder clue, she’ll get it. “It belongs to you,” I say, and Max leans closer, “but other people use it more than you do. What is it?”

  She scrunches her nose. “Huh?”

  “It’s a riddle, baby,” Lila says, looking over at me. “And I know the answer.”

  “No!” Max whines. “I don’t know it.”

  “You don’t have to know every answer,” Lila says as she spells NAME on her plate with noodles and holds it up for Max to see.

  Max’s eyebrows raise. “Name? I don’t get it.”

  “It belongs to you,” Lila repeats, “but other people use it more than you do. It’s your name.”

  “Oh,” Max says, eyes wide and mouth open. Then, she taps me on the arm. “Good one, Duke. But you cheated.”

  I snicker. “How did I cheat? I gave you clues?”

  “You’re supposed to describe it.”

  “Next time, you should spell out the rules.”

  “Duke likes breaking the rules,” Lila says with a bright smile. “One point for Mommy. You can go next,” she says to Max.

  “Are we ever going to eat?” I lean in to say the words under my breath. “Because I’m starving.”

  She tips her head toward the stove. “Yeah, I have more on the burner. This is just for fun.”

  “Let me guess,” I say, “this game was Ted’s idea.”

  Lila chuckles. “No, it was mine. I couldn’t get her to eat macaroni when she was younger. So, I told her it was a game.”

  We play a few more rounds of Mac and Clues before we eat our dinner. Max wins because we let her. She announces her victory by taking a lap around the kitchen, and then runs into the living room, begging to watch the movie. After I help Lila clean up, we join Max on the couch. Max jumps on top of us, forcing us to different ends of the sofa. She lounges across both of our laps and kicks me with her shoes. I strip them off, and she wiggles her toes.

  I love nights like these, hanging out with two of my favorite girls. Max is growing on me, and with each day that passes, I’m slowly falling in love with Lila. With both of them. I never thought I would find someone who allows me to be myself, someone who understands why I am this way. Lila isn’t afraid to get close to me. She hasn’t run yet. Still, my fear is there, brewing at the surface.

  I promised Max we would watch Aquaman together because she loves sea animals. With the lights dimmed, we watch the movie like we’re a family. I haven’t done this since Kat and the twins were younger, and I miss it.

  We get halfway into the movie before Max taps me on the arm. Her blonde hair is fanned out around her head on Lila’s lap.

  “Did you know that sea otters hold hands while they sleep?”

  I shake my head. “No, I didn’t.”

  “They hold hands, so they don’t drift away from each other.”

  “Aww,” Lila says.

  I tilt my head to the side to look at Lila. She has no idea I’m watching her as she watches the movie. I can’t wait for our sessions to end, so I can make this official, so I can announce to the world I’m with her. I’ve never wanted anything more.

  “Where do you get all of your facts from?” I ask Max.

  “Google,” she says without hesitation. “Wanna watch a cool sea otter video I found on YouTube? Baby sea otters can’t swim on their own. They have to make a raft to keep their family together.”

  “After the movie,” Lila says.

  Max settles in again, getting comfortable as she moves across both of us. I could get used to this. In fact, I am used to this and don’t want it to end. I love spending time with both of them. With other women, I only wanted to rip their clothes off. But with Lila, we have a real connection. She gets me and tries to understand me.

  The movie ends forty minutes later. Max is snoring, dead to the world as the credits roll down the screen. I lift her in my arms and follow Lila into Max’s bedroom. She stirs when I set her onto the mattress, rolling onto her side. Max mumbles a few things under her breath.

  “She’s been sleeping better since she started hockey,” Lila says. “Skating tires her out.” She kisses Max’s forehead and whispers, “Night, baby. Sweet dreams.”

  Lila closes Max’s door and then leads me into her bedroom, locking the door behind us. She stands on her tippy toes and presses her lips to mine.

  “I’ve been waiting all night to do that,” she says.

  I wrap my arms around her, holding her warm body against my chest. My lips crash into hers, and she parts them for me to sweep my tongue inside her mouth. She tastes like chocolate syrup. And now, I’m thinking about running into the kitchen to grab the bottle. Not with Max here, not tonight.

  Once our lips separate, we get into bed together. Lila curls up against my chest, and I slip my fingers between hers, thinking about what Max said about sea otters. I’ve never done this with another woman. Lila is the one. And as I fall asleep, I hold her hand tight—because I never want us to ever drift apart.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Delilah

  Tonight is the night. I’m a nervous wreck, running around the house like a lunatic. I keep obsessing over every detail. Our first night together has to be perfect.

  I flip through the pile of clothes on my bed and sigh. I’m going to have sex tonight. Without any kids in the house. With a man who turns me on. So, why do I feel like my heart is about to explode?

  The doorbell rings, and full-blown panic mode sets in. Gah! The panic is real. I glance at the clock, surprised I spent an hour looking for the perfect outfit. The bell rings again. Okay, pull yourself together, woman. You got this!

  Dropping a shirt on the bed, I rush down the hall to answer the door. Duke is on my doorstep, with a bottle of wine in hand, looking like a GQ model. My mouth falls open. Damn, he looks good. A dark long-sleeved shirt stretches across his muscular chest, making his strong arms and big shoulders look more prominent. He appraises me with eyes that are clearly undressing me. Yeah, and here’s the best part. I’m still wearing the same black sweatpants and red tank top I threw on after my shower. My hair is damp and piled on top of my head, my face free of makeup.

  “Don’t mind me,” I say, tugging on my shirt. “I’m going for homeless person chic. It’s a new look I’m trying out.”

  He laughs and steps inside, hooking his arm behind my back. “You’d look good in anything.” Duke kisses me, and my head spins. “Who needs clothes, anyway?” He breathes the words against my lips. “They’ll be on your floor soon enough.”

  After we pour ourselves two glasses of wine, we head into the living room. It’s unusually quiet, the television off for once. My pulse is so fast I can feel my heartbeat throbbing in my neck, like a vein ready to pop. I seriously need to chill out. Tonight means something to him, too, except Duke looks as cool as a cucumber, completely unfazed.

  “I have a secret,” I admit, taking a sip from my glass.

  His eyebrow raises. “Let’s hear it.”

  “Before we met, I used to fantasize about you.”

  He smirks. “Oh, yeah? And what did you think about?”

  I blush ten shades of red, now wishing I didn’t mention it. Yes, I have experience with sex. I was married for ten years. But my sex life is limited to one man. So, maybe I’m a little bit of a prude, at least I am compared to Duke.

  “You can tell me, Doc.” He runs his tongue slowly along his bottom lip. “I want to make all of your fantasies come true. Correction,” he says, his voice deep and sexy, “I will make every fantasy come true.”

  I
struggle to catch my breath. “I didn’t have much of a sex life with my ex. We sort of became roommates by the time Max turned five. I’d be stuck sitting on the couch, forced to watch your games, and my mind would wander. I’d imagine you licking my pussy while I watched you play. And then, later that night, I’d get off to the thought of you.”

  He wiggles his eyebrows. “I like where this is headed. Keep going.”

  “You’ve probably heard this before.”

  He rolls his shoulders. “Not from you.”

  “I always imagined you being rough with me. You’re so aggressive on the ice…” I can’t even look at Duke I’m so embarrassed.

  He slides his finger beneath my chin and lifts it until our eyes meet. “I tell you all of my secrets without judgment. You can tell me yours.”

  I bite my bottom lip, attempting to still my nerves. “Maybe I should show you what I would think about… What I still think about.”

  His lips curve up into a wide grin.

  I slide off the couch and extend my hand to him. Duke lifts me up like I weigh nothing and hooks my legs around his back. His lips brush against mine. My heart is racing so fast it slams into my chest. He kisses me as he carries me down the hallway and into my bedroom.

  “Uh,” he says, looking at the bed that has tons of clothes on it. “What happened here?”

  “I couldn’t decide what to wear. Hence, why I ended up wearing homeless chic.”

  Laughing, he sets me on the floor and helps me gather my clothes. Duke follows my lead and throws them into the closet. I guess I’m doing laundry tomorrow.

  Once the bed is cleared, I stand in front of Duke, my breathing erratic. Nerves shake through me, causing my legs to tremble. Duke must sense my fear because he cradles me in his arms like a delicate flower. He holds me like I could break at any second.

  “We can wait,” he says. “If you’re not ready.”

  “I’m ready,” I say without hesitation. “Just kinda freaking out.”

  “How about we start with your first fantasy?”

  I lick my lips in response.

  Duke guides me by the hips to the edge of the mattress. Gripping the waistband of my sweats, he rips them off me within seconds. Duke is like the Houdini of sex. Now you see my pants, now you don’t.

  I look at him with my mouth open in shock. He winks and then drops to the floor in front of me, spreading my thighs to make room for himself.

  “What was I doing on the ice the first time you thought of me licking your pussy?”

  “Not surprisingly,” I say with a wicked smile, “you were fighting someone.”

  He bends forward and pushes my tank over my breasts. “Take this off.”

  I throw the shirt on the floor, now bared to him. His eyes travel over my naked body, and then he hovers his mouth over my pussy. A moan rips from my lips as his breath warms my skin. He’s not even touching me, and yet I can feel him everywhere.

  “What do you like about the fights?” He peeks up at me with a wicked look in his eyes. “What turns you on when you watch me?”

  “You,” I say, fisting a chunk of his dirty blond hair in my hands. “You make the sexiest faces when you fight.”

  He laughs, and the simple movement makes my toes tingle. Duke is too close to my aching core, tormenting me with his questions. Touch me, I want to yell. But I have a feeling Duke is planning to make this an all-night thing.

  “And I bet you make the same determined faces while you’re having sex.”

  He wiggles his eyebrows. “Only one way to find out.”

  Duke raises my right thigh and rests my leg over his shoulder. Because I’m pretty sure he’s trying to kill me, he slides one finger inside me. He pushes it in and out of me, so painfully slow my insides clench around him. I lean back on my elbows, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I watch him withdraw his finger and add another.

  “Duke,” I moan. “Mmm… That feels so good.”

  “Wait until you feel my cock,” he says with fire behind his words.

  “I want to touch you,” I choke out, reaching a hand out in front of me.

  He shakes his head and swats my hand away. “Not yet. Patience, Doc.”

  “In my dreams, you didn’t torture me.” I lean back, and my eyes slam shut from the sensation rocking through my body. “Oh, my God. Keep doing that… I’m so…”

  Duke slams his fingers into me, hitting every pleasure point at once. “Come for me,” he groans, rolling his thumb over my clit. I moan in response, and he adds, “That’s it, baby. Strangle my fingers like they’re my cock.”

  I’m on the edge of losing control, so close my entire body trembles. Duke clutches my thigh in his big hands, his mouth dangerously close to my aching clit. His fingers glide in and out me, slick with my juices. He looks up at me with an evil grin on his lips, and then he rolls his tongue over my sensitive skin.

  “Duke,” I groan, running my hand through his hair, desperately needing more of his tongue as I pull him closer.

  His eyes flicker with heat, giving me tentative licks as he watches me. His eyes haven’t left mine from the second we stepped into the bedroom. A rush of excitement spreads up my thighs with each flick of his tongue, and when he slips his tongue between my folds, an intense wave of pleasure washes over me.

  I grip his hair, greedy for more, and his tongue slides further inside me. My toes curl. My body is wound so tight I feel like a rubber band about to snap. Heat courses through my veins, sending a brush of fire up my legs and arms. I ride out my orgasm, and Duke sucks on my clit as I hit the peak of my climax.

  “Damn, Doc,” he says, rolling his thumb along his bottom lip. His mouth is glistening with my juices. “So, was that how you’d imagined it?”

  “My dreams don’t even do you justice,” I say, out of breath.

  He smirks. “What’s your next fantasy?”

  I tug on his shirt. “Take this off.”

  His shirt hits the floor a second later. I run my hands over his strong shoulders and down his thick arms. He’s built like a boxer, his muscles so hard it’s like touching steel. His skin is so smooth I get a little carried away, running my fingers over his chiseled stomach.

  “In my dreams,” I say, gripping his shoulders, “you made me get on my knees.”

  “Oh, I like where this is going,” he groans.

  “I figured you would.”

  He lifts me up from the bed, his fingers digging into my back. I stare into his eyes as I strip off his belt and flip open the button on his jeans. His pants and boxers are on the floor along with mine a few seconds later.

  “You want me to take the lead now?”

  I nod, and his eyes illuminate.

  He likes this game.

  I like it, too.

  “Get on your knees,” he orders, and I do as he says.

  He’s so long and hard that my mouth falls open at the sight of him. Since this is now his show, he takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his thick shaft. I stare up at him, awaiting my next instruction.

  “Lick the tip,” he says in a husky voice that sends a chill down my arms.

  I flatten my tongue and lick him. He hisses in response, and then his fingers slip through my hair. I had expected Duke to like everything hard and fast. But he seems to like taking things slow, which surprises me.

  I suck the head of his cock into my mouth, and he lets out a guttural groan. “Fuck, that feels good.” He looks down at me, pushing my hair out of my face. “Did I come in your mouth in your dreams?”

  I shake my head and shove more of him into my mouth. His hand falls to the back of my head, and his grip tightens on my hair. A few seconds later, he pulls his cock from my mouth and extends his hand to me. I’m on my feet, my chest pressed against his, with his cock digging into my stomach.

  He grabs his pants from the floor and rips open a condom, quickly rolling it down his length. He holds my arms above my head, caging me against the wall with his muscular body.

  “
Is this what you want?” His breath on my earlobe sends a wave of heat down my arms.

  “Yes,” I whisper, wondering if he can read minds.

  His kiss is intense and aggressive, the angriest kiss he’s ever stolen from me. Every woman fantasizes about hockey players fucking them up against the boards. Wall sex, baby! But how many women get to reenact their fantasies with their favorite players? I never thought my dirty dreams would become a reality… until now. And the real thing is a million times better.

  I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me up, slowly sliding me onto his cock. He moves his hand to my back to brace the impact as we slam into the wall. Without breaking the kiss, Duke rocks his hips. I moan into his mouth, moving my hips in unison as he fills me. His muscles flex around me, holding me so tight I can’t move an inch.

  My body is on fire from the heat coursing through my veins. I dig my fingernails into his back, and he groans in response. He peels his lips from mine, and our eyes meet. Duke looks like he wants to devour me as he pounds into me.

  “Hold onto my shoulders,” he says.

  The moment I clamp down on his shoulders, he slides me up and down like I weigh nothing, slamming into me with each thrust. I scream his name, and a wild look crosses his face. An orgasm shakes through me so fast and intense it hits me like a hurricane. I can tell Duke is just warming up. This is foreplay for him. I’m a sweaty, tired mess, and he looks like he could go all night.

  “Can you handle more?”

  “Uh-huh.” I lean my head back against the wall. “Don’t stop.”

  In one swift motion, he spins us around, and my back hits the mattress. Duke rocks into me, planting soft kisses on my neck and jaw before making his way to my lips. He moves slower than before, taking his time with me. I appreciate the change of pace because I’m already sore and biting back the pain. Duke slides deeper and deeper, and my body tingles from head to toe.

  He kisses his way from my mouth to my breasts, sucking my nipple into his mouth. His teeth graze the tiny bud, and my moans turn to screams. The combination of his teeth and tongue set off every pleasure spot at once. He quickens his pace, still licking and sucking on my nipples as he digs his fingers into my sides. Our bodies move together, his thrusts matching mine.