Page 78 of Pucking Bad Boys

Macklin Shayba is funny, generous, sweet, and extremely considerate.

I’m probably crazy, but that makes me hesitate for a second when he asks me if I’m sure that I want my first time to be with him.

The answer is a resounding yes. It would literally be a dream come true. What makes me hesitate is that this is becoming more dangerous than I thought it would be.

If Macklin had been the cocky hockey god, the bad boy everyone thinks he is, I wouldn’t be so scared. Scared of falling for him so hard that when we’ve achieved our goals and our deal ends, I’ll be heartbroken.

While being his girlfriend might be fake, the way I feel every time he looks at me or he touches me is anything but.

And then there’s also Becks. I still like him. He still causes my pulse to quicken and a swarm of restless butterflies in my stomach.

Aside from his devastatingly handsome face and strong, athletic body, I can’t forget how easy it was to talk to him. The night we met, by the time we said goodbye in front of my parents’ apartment, it felt like we’d known each other forever.

Is it possible to feel this strongly about two men? Or is the fact that I have feelings for both of them proof that none of these feelings are true? They sure feel true to me.

I guess the only way to find out is to see this deal with Macklin through, and only time will tell what happens with Becks.

The only thing that’s at risk is my heart. But isn’t that always the case when it comes to love?

“No, Macklin.” I answer honestly. “I want it to be with you. I trust you.”

The worried look in his eyes disappears, replaced by a smile. “Yeah?”

I trace the line of his perfect jaw with my fingers. “Yeah.”

“Then let me do this right, baby. Please.”

I nod. “Ok. But we still have a problem.”

Macklin looks slightly confused. “We do?”

“Mhm.” I close my fingers around the base of his cock, through his underwear. “We need to do something about this. You made me feel so good, and I can’t leave you high and dry.”

“What did you have in mind?” He asks.

I grab the waistband of his boxer briefs. “I would love to return the favor. I might not be very good at blowjobs, so you could give me your feedback.”

Something passes in his blue eyes as they darken to that stormy gray I’ve noticed whenever something bothers him. “Sure. If it’s for academic purposes, I’ll give you feedback.”

His cock springs free once I take his underwear off. “Holy shit.” I bite out.

“What?” He’s still looking at me as if something was wrong.

“Nothing, it’s just… I’ve only ever seen one dick in real life and yours is… bigger.” Way, way bigger.

Whatever was bothering Macklin seems to evaporate like a popsicle under the sun. “Really?”

I lick my lips and he tracks the movement, his eyes darkening again. “Really. It’s also really pretty.”

“Baby,” he groans, pulsing when I wrap my hand around the base. “It’s a dick. It can’t be pretty.”

I feel my way up his shaft, traveling all the way to the tip and then back down. “What I mean is that I like the way it looks. Pink, and hard, and the skin on the head is so silky.”

He pulses again. “I’m glad you like what you see.”

I really, really do. I’m not sure how I should start this, so I just swirl my tongue right under the head.

Macklin moans, his shaft hardens even more in my hand.