Page 83 of No Pucking Way
“Well—”
“And did you, or did you not, jack off another hot hockey player the other day.”
I nodded. “Both of those things “did” happen.”
“Then tonight is the next step. Where you get well fucked.”
“Well fucked?”
“I’m just assuming since you said he was amazing last night with his tongue and fingers…that his dick is going to know what it’s doing,” she explained.
“That—You’re probably right.”
“Of course I’m right,” she scoffed. “And then ya gotta tell me all about it.”
“Don’t you have enough dick from Keith?”
Her eyes went a little dreamy, and I was sure whatever sex romp she was thinking about, I probably didn’t want to hear it.
I had to see Keith all the time. And I’d rather not picture him naked.
“I havesuchgood dick,” she finally said, before pulling a curling iron out of another bag I hadn’t seen her carrying. “Now, let’s get you ready for your date.”
As I stood before the mirror an hour later, wearing the red dress, I couldn't help but feel like I was gazing at a stranger. The transformation was astounding, and I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.
The dress clung to my curves in all the right places, emphasizing my figure in a much sexier way than the skin tight dress had last night. The plunging neckline showcased just the right amount of cleavage, while the daring thigh-high slit hit just low enough not to show off my goods, but to definitely catch the eye. The silky fabric felt luxurious against my skin, and the fiery red hue seemed perfect with my coloring.
Carrie had styled my hair in loose, cascading waves that framed my face, and a subtle smoky eye and a touch of red lipstick added a sultry allure to my look.
I had never seen myself like this.
For once I stared at myself and actually felt…gorgeous.
A knock on the door a second later sent a jolt of anticipation through me, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in my stomach. Carrie squealed, doing a weird little dance. “And that’s my cue to leave.”
I took a breath, nervous energy flickering through my veins.
“You’ve got this. You look perfect!” Carrie whispered.
I squeezed her hand and made my way to the door, my heart pounding in my chest as I turned the handle. And there he stood.
Carter.
Looking good enough to eat in an all-black suit with no tie. I’d never been attracted to collar bones before...but the bare tan skin peeking out from the top of his dress shirt was doing it for me.
His presence filled the room, and my breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of him.
I’d always thought Carter was one of the most gorgeous humans I’d ever seen, but tonight, he was on a whole new level of hotness. The suit hugged his broad shoulders and lean frame perfectly, accentuating every sinew of his powerful physique. His dark hair was styled with casual elegance, and the scruff on his jawline only added to his rugged charm.
In his hand, he held a bouquet of tiger lilies, their vibrant orange petals a striking contrast against his dark attire.
My eyes locked onto the flowers, and I froze for a moment.
Tiger lilies weren’t some random flower. It’s not like every guy walked into a flower shop, pointed to them, and said, “I’ll take those.”
Roses, yes.
Tiger lillies, no.