Suck My Puck (Denver Bashers Series #3)

37. Braden

Chapter 37

Braden

P anic slices through me as I watch Bella march out of the party.

“Bella!”

She doesn’t hear me over the music. Or maybe she does, but she’s too upset to want to hear from me.

She disappears out the front door. Lacey runs her hands up my chest. I grit my teeth, annoyed. I grab her wrists and push her away.

“I’m not interested, Lacey.”

I had no idea she’d be here tonight. I don’t even know how she got in. Ingrid has a huge social media following though. Maybe word got out about the team Halloween party and Lacey heard about it. She has a thing for hockey players. That’s why we hooked up a few times. She’s pretty and was down for a good time.

But now my stomach churns when she touches me.

I don’t want anyone touching me except Bella.

I think about the look on Bella’s face as she stood by while Lacey put her hands on me and flirted with me. I hope it was obvious how uncomfortable I was. How I wasn’t into it at all.

I didn’t want to cause a scene though. Lacey’s drunk, so I figured the best way to deal with her was to act disinterested and not engage with her.

That stricken look on Bella’s face flashes in my mind. She looked like she was on the verge of throwing up seeing Lacey flirt with me.

God, I fucked this up. I handled this all wrong.

I need to find Bella and tell her that I’m not interested in Lacey or anyone else. Except her.

Lacey scoffs and says, “Whatever,” as I go after Bella. But the house is even more crowded now. I’m bumping into bodies left and right. I can’t even walk in a straight line, there’s so many people.

When I finally make it out the front door, Bella is nowhere to be found.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

I huff out a breath and pull my phone out of my pocket. I call Bella, but it goes straight to voicemail.

I grit out a frustrated noise before tapping the rideshare app on my phone. A minute later, the car arrives and I head back to the apartment, hoping she’s there.

When I open the door to my place, Maizie runs up to me, wagging her tail.

I close the door, then crouch down and pet her. I hear the sound of the shower in hallway bathroom. My stomach sinks. Bella’s in there. She’s never used that shower, not once since moving in with me. Even when I’m gone playing an away game, she’ll use the shower in the master bathroom. And whenever I’m home, we always shower together.

But she clearly doesn’t want to be around me right now.

Guilt throttles me. A restless feeling gnaws the inside of my chest.

Maizie follows me to the kitchen, where I grab a bone for her. I toss it onto the plush dog bed in the living room. She happily trots over and plops down before chewing the bone.

I walk down the hallway, stopping at the door of the bathroom, which is cracked open. I knock softly.

It’s a second before Bella answers. “What?”

Her voice is watery and strained, like she’s been crying.

My chest cracks in half. Fuck. I hate hearing her so hurt.

“Can I come in?” I ask gently.

“I really don’t want to see you right now.”

“Please, Bella? Will you let me explain? Please?”

It’s quiet for a long stretch.

“Fine,” she finally says.

I unzip the rabbit costume and take it off, leaving me in just boxer briefs and socks.

I push open the door and see Bella in the shower, eyes closed as she stands under the spray.

When she opens her eyes and looks at me, it feels like I’ve been punched in the gut. Her golden brown eyes are puffy and red from crying.

Every muscle in my body twitches with the need to hold her, to comfort her, to tell her I’m sorry over and over.

I walk over to her, open the glass door to the shower, and step inside.

Her eyes widen as she looks down at my soaked underwear and socks .

“What are you…”

I cup her face in my hands, cutting her off. “I’m sorry.”

Her eyes go glassy with fresh tears and her lips wobble as she struggles not to cry.

I lean down and kiss her, humming at the feel of her soft mouth.

When we break apart, I hold her face in my hands. Her arms stay at her sides. She’s still so hurt. Still guarded. It’s agony seeing her like this.

“I’m sorry for how I handled things with Lacey. She and I used to have a thing a long time ago. I’m not interested in her at all. I should have pushed her away when she put her hands on me. I should have told her that I wasn’t into her. I thought standing there and acting disinterested would be enough for her to get the message, but it wasn’t. I’m so sorry.”

Bella’s quiet for a moment. “I understand,” she finally says, her voice soft and small. “I’m sorry too, for how I reacted.” She sniffles. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

I kiss her forehead. “It’s okay.”

“I shouldn’t feel like this.” She lets out a sad, weak laugh.

“What do you mean?” I ask softly.

“I don’t have the right to feel this jealous seeing another woman flirt with you. It’s not like we’re in a relationship. It’s not like you’re mine.”

That uneasy, ugly feeling digs deeper in my gut. Everything she’s saying feels wrong.

“What if I want that?”

Her eyebrows crash together. “What?”

“What if I want to be yours?”

“You’re serious? ”

I nod. “I like you, Bella. A lot. I care about you. I don’t want to be with anyone except you.”

Her mouth falls open, but she doesn’t say anything, so I keep going.

“I don’t want this to be just hooking up anymore. I want you to be my girlfriend.”

Hot water rains around us. Droplets dot her face and cheeks and neck as she stares at me, a dazed look in her eyes.

I hold my breath, my heart pounding as I wait for her to say something, anything.

The corners of her mouth curve up in small smile. Those dimples that drive me wild appear. “I want that too.”

Joy and relief crash through me. “You do?”

“Yeah.”

I crash my mouth against hers, my entire body buzzing. She finally puts her hands on me. She grips my arms, digging her fingers into my skin harder as our kiss amps up, getting filthier by the second.

“Will you let me make you feel good? Please?” I murmur against her lips.

“Yes,” she says, breathless.

I back her against the shower wall. I drop a hand between her legs and press my palm against her pussy. She gasps as I push gently against her clit.

Her head falls back, a pleading look in her golden eyes. I press harder and her eyes roll back.

I lean forward and drag my mouth along the side of her neck. Gently, I scrape my teeth against her silky soft skin. She moans. I suck on her neck and she moans even louder.

I lean back and take her in. Chest heaving, skin flushed, hair dripping over her shoulders, eyes hazy as they roll back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur as I circle my palm around her clit .

Her breaths turn broken and desperate. For a second, I pull my hand away and readjust. I slide two fingers inside of her and press my thumb against her clit. She gasps as I pump my fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy.

Her moans turn to screams. I lean down and capture her mouth in mine, swallowing her sounds.

It’s not long before she’s coming hard. She whimpers into my mouth, her skin hot, her body shaking.

When she starts to come down, I lean back and ease my movements. She grips her hand around my wrist, a drunken look in her golden eyes.

“Will you come to bed with me?” I rasp. She nods.

I turn off the water and slide open the shower door. I grab a towel off the nearby rack and dry her off, wrapping it around her once I’m done.

When I step out of the shower, I peel off my soaking wet socks and boxer briefs and towel off. I grab Bella’s hand and lead her to the bedroom.

She stands there, looking up at me with those gorgeous doe eyes, big and bright.

I yank away her towel and stare at her, mesmerized at her soft curves and silky skin, pink from the hot water of the shower.

I lean down and capture her nipple in my mouth. She moans instantly as I tease the hard nub against my tongue. I work her in my mouth till she’s breathing hard, then move to her other nipple, moaning at how sweet she tastes.

She tugs a hand through my hair, urging me on. I suck harder and gently drag my teeth along the delicate skin.

When I pull away, the skin on her chest and cheeks is bright red. She’s panting hard, a hungry look in her eyes. Her gaze falls to my dick, which is rock hard. She licks her lips and looks back up at me, but I shake my head .

“I need to taste you,” I growl.

With my hands on her hips, I move her to the bed and lay her down. I drop to my knees and pull her to the edge.

I lower my face between her legs and swipe my tongue along her slit, groaning at how wet she is.

“Fuck, baby.” I give her another slow, long lick, then another and another. She’s writhing underneath me, her thighs twitching on either side of my face.

“You taste like heaven. I crave you constantly.”

She whimpers as I work my tongue in soft circles over her clit. I slide two fingers inside of her as I work her in my mouth.

I keep a steady rhythm with my tongue as I slowly finger fuck her.

“Braden, please…” she whines.

I pull away and drop a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Please what?”

“Please make me come. I can’t take it anymore.”

She makes a frustrated noise. It’s so whiny and cute. I smile and turn to her other thigh, and gently run my teeth along the sensitive skin.

“Whatever you say, pretty girl.”

I quickly flick my tongue over her clit while I pump my fingers in and out of her faster. It’s not even a minute before she’s coming hard against my tongue.

She’s wild, moaning and screaming and twisting her hands through the bedsheets.

When she reaches down to push my face away, I slowly pull my fingers out of her.

I fall back on my heels and just stare at her. She’s tangled in my bedsheets, breathing hard, chest heaving and skin flushed. She’s wrecked from the orgasm I just gave her.

My heart thuds in my chest. I want to see her like this again and again. I want her here with me always.

It’s not long before she leans up on her elbows and locks gazes with me.

She bites her lip, the look in her eyes shy. “Will you fuck me?”