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Hot as Puck(11)

By:Lili Valente


“Tell Laura,” Libby finishes, nodding. “Agreed. It would be too embarrassing.”

“I’m not worried about being embarrassed. I’m worried about her kicking my ass when she decides I’ve given you bad advice that’s going to get you in trouble.”

Libby arches a brow. “Are you going to give me bad advice that’s going to get me in trouble?”

“No, I’m going to get you laid,” I say, silencing the voice in my head that insists it wouldn’t mind being the one doing the laying. “On the regular, with as many men as you want to take home.”

She blinks faster. “Oh no, I don’t want to take home a bunch of men. Just one. His name is Roger. He’s the vice principal at my school. I’ve been interested for a long time, but he only thinks of me as a friend.”

Roger. It’s a stupid name, and I decide immediately that I hate this tool who doesn’t have the sense to see that Libby is adorable, sexy, girlfriend material, but I force a smile and assure her, “By the time we’re finished, he’s going to be begging you to be his steady date.”

A cautious smile curves her lips. “Really? So you don’t think I’m a hopeless case?”

“No, I don’t think you’re a hopeless case.” The usual friendly affection I feel for Libby fills my chest as her dimples pop in response to my words, making it seem okay to add, “If you weren’t like a sister to me, I would totally be trying to get into your pants.”

“Right.” She rolls her eyes before pinning me with a hard look. “I have another condition, okay? No lying. I don’t want you to lie or flatter me, Justin. I want the truth, even if it’s hard for me to hear.”

But it is the truth. For tonight, anyway.

If she were a stranger with big, brown eyes, a heart-shaped mouth, and a curvy little body rocking black leather and lace, I would be doing everything in my power to get her back to my place, into my bed, and underneath me as soon as possible. The thought of Libby—tank top off, pants unbuttoned, her breath coming faster as I let my lips play across her breasts—is enough to make that semi I’ve had all night become a raging, throbbing condition.

And just like that, I’m suddenly hard for Libby. Rock hard. So hard that if I give her a good-bye hug, there’s no way she’ll be able to miss the effect she’s had on me.

So instead of hugging her good-bye, I lean in, pressing a kiss to her cheek before I assure her, “No lies. I’ll swing by your place tomorrow around lunchtime. We can have our first lesson before practice.” Then I bail. I bail so fast that I’m off the stool and headed back toward the party before Libby’s “thank you,” passes her lips.

Her sweet, full lips that I want to leave bruised and swollen because I’ve kissed her so hard and deep and well that there will be no doubt in her mind that she’s a red-hot fucking piece of ass.

But she’s not a piece of ass, she’s Libby, and I’m clearly more wasted than I realized. Time to cut the scotch, load up on carbs and water, and hope I can sober up enough to avoid being completely hungover tomorrow for Libby’s first lesson.

Surely I can be back to normal by then. Especially if I can find a woman willing to come home with me and finish celebrating my birthday with a large pizza and half a dozen orgasms—for her, at least. I’m a generous man, and I’m happy to spend an hour with my face buried between a woman’s legs, getting her off again and again.

Anything to keep my mind off imaginary naked Libby.

But an hour later, as the party begins to wind down, I’m still alone. None of the women rubbing up against me on the dance floor arouse more than the dimmest flickers of lust, and when I finally fall into bed around midnight, I have to fight the urge to fantasize about a certain brunette’s incredible breasts as I jerk off.

The struggle is real, but I manage, and drift off to sleep hoping things will be back to normal when I wake up, though deep in my gut I know that my relationship with Libby may have changed forever.

It feels like something wild has been let out of its cage, and it’s not going back in without a fight.





Chapter Five





From the texts of Libby and Laura Collins









Libby: Good morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?







Laura: *puking green face emoji*

*vampire emoji*

*stabbing knife emoji*







Libby: You’re a puking vampire who needs to be put out of your misery?







Laura: No, I’m a puking vampire. The stabby emoji was for you.

Why are you texting me at the butt crack of dawn, you freaking sadist?