Page 114 of Pucking Bad Boys

That makes her more daring, more intense.

She smashes her chest against mine, digging her nails into the back of my head.

I was already as hard as a rock the second our lips touched, but my cock pulses with need when she scrapes her nails down my scalp.

I brush my tongue against hers, over and over, drinking her in. Committing the feel of her, her taste to memory.

The entire time I can feel his gaze on us.

Our eyes meet for a second when I open mine. Mack looks like he’s two seconds away from killing me, but I don’t care.

There’s no way in hell I can stop kissing her now unless she asks or he physically pries me off her.

But Mack doesn’t do that.

A low growl rumbles in his throat right before he dips his head, moving Talia’s long blonde hair to the side to kiss the back of her neck.

Her pulse quickens as she’s trapped between us. I can feel it against my chest.

Finally, Mack turns her around, pulling her off me.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He bites her bottom lip, already swollen by my kiss.

I’m frozen on my spot once again. This must be it. He let me took another taste of her so he could take her away. If this is Mack’s way to punish me for wanting what isn’t mine, I got the fucking message.

But my brother surprises me again.

After looking at Talia for a second, he nods. It’s as if there was some kind of silent communication between them.

“Talia likes it when you kiss her neck. Especially at the base, right by her collarbone.”

He crushes his mouth to hers again.

Maybe I should just go. But that was a clear invitation, and I don’t care if this is wrong. I don’t care if he thinks he can call the shots. I’m taking anything I can. Every second, every touch. Whatever he lets me have.

I know I’ll be devastated when Mack comes to his senses and kicks me out, but I’ll deal with it later. I’d rather have these memories to torment me than live with the regret that I waked away.

She moans when my open mouth glides down the column of her neck. I move the fabric of his jersey to the side to expose the spot Mack indicated and clamp down on it.

Talia arches into the contact, grinding her perfect ass against my cock.

Fuck. My hands are on her hips and I press her against me while I lick and suck on her soft skin.

Another moan escapes her, swallowed by my brother’s kisses.

I want more, so much fucking more. But I don’t know how far I can push my luck right now.

The answer comes when Mack breaks the kiss and looks at his girlfriend again; just like he did before when he told me how she liked her neck kissed.

Talia lifts her arms in response, and I watch with rapt fascination as he pulls the number nineteen jersey over her head. She turns around to look at me, gorgeous in just her jeans and a pale blue bra. Her pink nipples are almost visible through the lace, and I can’t take my eyes off her.

At the risk of looking like a weirdo, I look my fill of her perfect tits and commit the sight to memory. There’s no way I’m not about to get kicked out of this room any second now.

Mack whispers something into her ear, and she turns to look at him, nodding in response.

I brace myself for being asked to leave, but this must be my lucky night. Or maybe I didn’t realize taking a puck to the head during the game, and this is nothing but a dream.

Talia doesn’t ask me to leave. She kisses me. Then she pulls at my t-shirt, lifting it over my chest.