Pucked: Pucked Over Part 39

"Okay. I'm going to work. See ya later."

Randy circles his hips, slow and tight, while we wait for Tim to leave, but even after the door closes he doesn't go back to the vigorous, intense pounding. Instead he stays close and kisses me deep. When he comes, it's like he's trying to climb inside my body and stay there forever.

I run my hand down his back, smiling at the shiver I create. Randy lifts his head from the crook of my neck, eyes soft and warm. "That was a lot of fun."

I laugh and touch his lips, brushing over the scar. "It sure was. We should do it again."

Epilogue.

Couch Confessions LILY.

Three months later I drop down on Randy's couch and throw my legs over his lap, cradling my snack bowl.

He leans over and peers inside. "What the h.e.l.l are these? Why're they red?"

"They're ketchup chips."

Randy makes a face. "Ketchup?"

My mom sent them in a care package. I love living in Chicago, but there are a few things I miss about Canada. Ketchup chips are one of them, my mom is another, and maple-flavored bacon completes the list.

I pop one in my mouth and make a sound similar to the one I make when Randy's face or fingers or incredibly amazing c.o.c.k is between my legs. "They're so good."

He stares at my mouth, watching while I chew. I swallow, then take a sip from the gla.s.s of cider he's poured for me. It's my favorite kind-not too sweet, with the perfect level of dryness. As soon as I put my gla.s.s down, he lifts the bowl out of my hand, sets it on the coffee table, and tackles me, taking me down to the cushions.

He's got some serious skills with the way he's able to get his knee between my legs without me even realizing it until I start auto-humping. He cups the back of my head, his fingers pressing in. I don't know why it makes me so hot; it's like he's holding on so I can't get away from his mouth. Not that I'd want to.

He presses his lips to mine, sniffing. He backs off, giving me the funky eye. Then he goes in for another kiss, a little longer this time. He sucks my lip, running his tongue along it, and pulls back again.

"Ketchup?" he says.

"They're the best."

Randy resumes kissing me, and this time he slips his tongue into my mouth. After a few seconds of exploration, he breaks the kiss and shakes his head. "Nope. I don't like it. You need to brush your teeth. That tastes like s.h.i.t."

He's still got a knee between my leg, and he's kind of thrusting against my pelvis. I can feel his hard-on. He can't be all that negatively affected by my bad breath.

"Just try one." I reach over and pluck a chip from the bowl, bringing it to his mouth.

He leans in and sniffs again, his nose wrinkling.

"Eat it."

"I'd rather eat you."

"Pretty sure ketchup-chip breath is better than v.a.g.i.n.a breath."

"That's debatable. I love the way your p.u.s.s.y tastes."

"Like I'm made of maple?"

"Exactly."

"Open your mouth." I press the chip against his bottom lip, but he keeps it closed. I keep pushing until the chip breaks and crumbles in his beard and onto my chest. A few crumbs tumble into the V of my shirt.

"Oh! Look at that. Your shirt's dirty now; it needs to go in the laundry." He shoves his hand under my top and pulls it over my head. I'm braless, as is normal when I'm at home-his or mine.

"I thought we were going to watch a movie."

"We could make our own." He waggles his brows, his grin devious. "I need a new one for next week."

Randy leaves in the morning for a series of away games. He'll be gone for ten days. It'll be our longest separation since I moved to Chicago. We spend most of our free time together. It's almost a good thing he has to travel; otherwise I feel like we'd be immersed in just each other, all the time. This way I get to hang with Sunny, Violet, and Charlene.

Randy pulls his shirt over his head so we're matching in our level of nakedness. Then he settles between my legs. Instead of tongue wars, he brushes his lips softly over mine. "When I get back from this series, I want to talk about you moving in."

The change of topic throws me, having gone from hating on ketchup chips, to wanting s.e.x, to this. "You mean to live with you?'

He licks his lips and nods. "Miller's gonna put his condo on the market at the end of the season, which means he'll be moving in with Sunny, so you should move in here."

He's so matter of fact. "Because it's logical or because you want me here?" I ask.

"Option two. Unless you're not ready." He props his chin on his fist, looking a little unsure of himself.

"You're positive you want me and my ketchup-chip breath in your s.p.a.ce all the time?"

"The ketchup-chip breath I'll deal with if it means you're here all the time." He drops a warm kiss on my lips. "Do you know what makes away games bearable?"

"Video phone s.e.x?"

Randy smiles. "That's number two on the list. Number one is knowing you're going to be here when I get back."

"It's super awesome when I answer the door naked, isn't it?"

"So awesome. Except that one time Lance was with me."

I cringe. "He got an eyeful." All I was wearing was a ribbon around my throat, tied in a little bow. After Lance left, Randy made me put the ribbon back on, and we had intense bathroom-vanity s.e.x. He does not like that Lance has seen me naked, at all.

Randy makes a sound, like a growl. His version of territorial is s.e.xy combined with vulnerable. "So you'll move in, then?"

"End of the season?"

"Or whenever you're ready. No pressure, though."

I cup his face in my palms and bring his mouth to mine. "I love you."

He smiles and grabs his phone from the coffee table, then sits back on his knees. "Say that again, please."

"I love you."

He pa.s.ses the phone to me, and I hold it up, recording the broad expanse of muscle and ink. He's so stunning.

"You're the most beautiful thing in my life," he says.

I shiver as he yanks my pants down and tosses them to the floor. I ignite when he lowers his head and puts his mouth on me.

Everything about my relationship with Randy is intense, from the s.e.x to the way we love each other. I keep waiting for the newness to fade and the emotions to temper, but they haven't. Being with Randy is like the first and last bite of my favorite dessert: it's full of giddy antic.i.p.ation and blissful satiety.

I don't know if we'll always be like this, or if things will settle with time and familiarity, but for now, we are ravenously in love.

RANDY & LILY.

FOREVER.

Acknowledgements

So much time and energy goes into putting out a book, and it's all the people behind the scenes who make it possible. Each time I write another book, the list of people I'm grateful for grows.

Thank you to my family for giving me the time and love to pursue this dream. You're amazing and I love you for every sacrifice you make and every opportunity you give me to thrive.

Mom, Dad, Mel and Chris, thank you for backing me up, for supporting me and for being proud. I love you. Stop terrorizing your friends with my s.m.u.t.

Debra, you're the pepper to my salt. I couldn't do this without you. And I really don't want to. Move to Canada. It's nice here, even if it's fictional.

Kimberly and the crew at RF Literary and Meire and Flavia at Bookcase; I love you like maple bacon. Kimberly, you're an amazing agent and I'm so glad to have you in my corner.

Nina; you're a master and more organized than I could ever hope to be, my office is a testament to that. Thank you for being amazing in all ways.

Jessica, we wrestled this one into submission. I love working with you, get ready for the next one!

Shannon, you make the outsides so pretty! Thank you for being an amazing friend. I can't wait to see you shine.

Marla, we've been on this road together for a long time, thank you for catching all the wrongs!

Teeny, you're such a generous soul. Thank you for showing me the way. I'm learning all the things.

Sarah, you rock my PA world. Thank you for making my life so much easier and keeping me in line! Melissa, thank you for helping to get the ball rolling, you two are an awesome team.

Hustlers, you know how much I love you. I can't even begin to tell you how important you ladies are. Thank you for getting behind me. <3 beaver="" babes,="" you="" ladies="" are="" incredible!="" i="" love="" hanging="" out="" with="" you="" and="" chatting="" books,="" and="" getting="" excited="" for="" new="" projects!="" thank="" you="" for="" being="" with="" me="" on="" this="" journey,="" you="" make="" my="" day="" brighter="" just="" for="">

Erika, you're an incredible person. It's an honour to be able to call you friend.

Susi, let's hold hands awkwardly and do all the awkward things. 2016 will kick 2015's b.u.m.

Ellie, how did this happen? I'm still trying to figure it out. Thank you for Franggy, and text messages, and floating hearts. I'm so glad we were awkward in Vegas together. Next time I'm going to hug you. Be prepared. Franggy, thank you for taking the most amazing selfies, and for being so incredibly talented.

Kelly, Christina, Susi (round two), Julia, Olivia and Deb, thank you for being the first set of eyes on this and for helping me slap this one into shape. I love you ladies!

Heather, you're the best stalker, I can't wait to see you and your hair again.

Kandace, you're the most amazing kind of human being. I'm so glad we had time in Vegas together.

Tina, find the Tim-Tam's. You live too far away.

Angie, you're a superstar. Thank you for all your support and your help. You amaze me.

Milasy, we need to have drinks and snuggle with beavers.

Gossip girls, I want to eat Tim-Tams while on film again.

To my Backdoor Babes; Tara, Meghan, Deb and Katherine, you ladies rock my socks. I love being part of this amazing group! Thank you for all the support and more importantly, friendship.

My s.m.u.t Saloon ladies; Melanie, Jessica and Geneva, thank you for being so awesome! You're an amazing group of women.

To my Pams, the Filets, my Nap girls; 101'ers, and Indies, Tijan, Vi, Penelope, Susi, Deb, Erika, Katherine, Alice, Shalu, Amanda, Leisa, Kellie, Vicki, you are fabulous in ways I can't explain. Thank you for being my friends, my colleagues, my supporters, my teachers, my cheerleaders and my soft places to land.

My WC crew; thank you for celebrating this journey with me and for being my friends even though I don't get to see you every day anymore. Angela-for your musical magic and your awesomeness, thank you, friend. Brent, you'll never read this because it isn't your thing, but your art is more appreciated than you could ever know.

Colleen, thank you for The Bookworm, for being an inherently good person, and for being such an inspiration.

To all my author friends and colleagues; thank you for all the amazing things you do and share, for celebrating each other's successes, for sharing the platform and for making this such an amazing community to be part of.

To all the amazing bloggers and readers out there who have supported me from the beginning of my angst, to the ridiculousness of my humour; thank you for loving these stories, for giving them a voice, for sharing your thoughts and for being such amazing women. I'm honoured and humbled and constantly amazed by what a generous community you are.

To my Originals; my fandom friends who started on this crazy journey back in 2008, I can't believe how far we've all come. Thank you for sticking with me, and for being the reason I'm here, doing this thing, and loving it.

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