Hot as Puck(36)
“Nah, I’m arranging to have a few eligible bachelors thrown in her path so she can see what’s out there. She needs to start dating again. I know she’s got her heart set on this guy she works with, but if he’s too dumb to see how adorable Libby is, then she should move the hell on.”
“Agreed,” I say, giving Laura a good-bye hug and telling her, “Drive safe.”
When she’s gone, I start to text Libby, but then realize it’s too late and she’ll already be sleeping, and put my phone down. I try to convince myself to hit the sack early, too, but instead I end up back on the couch, watching the sappy romance and trying not to stress about Libby and I ending up on bad terms. Thankfully, the dog isn’t as bad as Laura and I thought it would be. The romance isn’t half bad, either. I’m not usually a fan, but tonight, love entertains, and by the time I head to bed I’m nearly too tired to jerk off.
Nearly.
But I manage to work up the energy to tug one out to mental images of Libby riding my cock, her hands braced on my chest and her breasts bouncing fetchingly each time she slams home. It’s not nearly as good as coming in Libby’s hand this afternoon, but it’s enough to send me off to sleep, where I dream of Libby under the mistletoe at a holiday party, kissing a man in glasses who isn’t me, and refusing to so much as glance my way.
Chapter Fifteen
From the texts of Libby Collins
and Justin Cruise
Libby: Are you in Seattle yet?
Justin: Yeah, we just landed a few minutes ago. We’re waiting on the bus to the arena. What’s up?
Libby: Nothing. I just wanted to wish you good luck. I know you had a bad practice the other day, and sometimes things like that get under your skin. But there’s no need to get weird or superstitious or start thinking the rest of your career is going to suck or that you’ll be mocked for the rest of your life for having the worst scoring drought in NHL history.
Justin: This isn’t making me feel better, Libby.
Libby: Well, it should. I have complete faith in you.
You’re going to have an amazing game. There’s no doubt in my mind.
Justin: And what if I don’t? What if I miss every pass and fuck up every shot?
Libby: Then you’ll do better next time.
Either way, I’m still going to do naughty things to you tomorrow night.
Justin: Oh yeah? Want to describe some of them to me?
Libby: LOL. Are you trying to get me to sext with you?
Justin: It would help quiet my nerves so I can score goals, and I know you want me to score goals, don’t you, Libs?
Lots and lots of goals…
Libby: You wanted that to sound dirty, didn’t you?
Justin: Absolutely.
Now sext me, Collins. Use those sweet fingers to tell me all the wicked things you’re going to do to my body tomorrow night.
Libby: Well, I’m going to get you naked…
Justin: Yes?
Libby: And I’m going to get serious…
Justin: Yes?
Libby: And then I’m…
I’m probably gonna…
Ugh! I don’t know how to do this! I’ve never sexted before!
Justin: YOU’VE NEVER SEXTED BEFORE?
Libby: NO, I HAVEN’T! DON’T MAKE FUN OF ME!
Justin: I’m not. LOL.
Libby: And don’t laugh! I’m fully capable of sexting with the best of them, buddy.
You just caught me off guard. But by the time you finish the game tonight, I will have written you lots of excellent sexts. You just wait.
Justin: I look forward to reading them.
And I can’t wait for tomorrow, beautiful.
Libby: Me either…
I dreamt about you last night.
Justin: Good dreams, I hope.
Libby: Filthy dreams. I’m going to use them as inspiration for my sexts.
Get ready to have your mind—and your dick—blown, Cruise.
Justin: I’m hard just thinking about it.
Libby: Good. That’s the way I like you.
Justin: Nice sass level, Libs.
Libby: Thanks! I told you I’m going to be good at this. I minored in English Lit, man. Me and words on paper—or on a screen—are all good. So please have an amazing game and return to your phone refreshed and ready to fully appreciate my dirty brilliance.
Justin: Will do. And thanks for texting. I appreciate the vote of confidence.
Libby: Of course! That’s what friends are for.
I’m always here for you, and being friends with benefits for a little while isn’t going to change that.