Foolish Puckboy (Puckboys, #4)

by Eden Finley

I want something easy but sizzling. I’ve done comfortable. I want … zing.

Aleks, now planted in his chair, turns and looks up at me with big eyes. “I’d have your babies.” And I’m assuming that was meant to be quiet, but he fucking shouts it.

blue? Green? A nice color. He doesn’t look away. Just stares. And this shivery sort of awareness runs through me. “Zing,” he whispers before passing out.

“I can’t wait until you’re ready for me to give you everything. For me to move inside you. To have you on your knees.”

so high school,

Taylor?

“I’m more than happy with this arrangement. You know why?” “Why?” Gabe leans in, touching his soft lips to mine. “Because if we knock off all the bases in one night, I’ll have to come up with a different excuse to see you again.”

“Are you ready for it?”

Taylor?

It’s only when he’s walking toward me, asking where to help out, that I take a moment to stop and think through what my invite actually means. I’m working. There’s absolutely no chance of orgasms here. Hell, we won’t even get to make out like we did at the station, but I called him anyway. Because he’s leaving for eight days, and this is my last desperate chance to see him before he goes.

“How did that beautiful man’s face get so messed up?” “Cats. Also, you think he’s beautiful?” “I have eyes. Even as a straight man, I can appreciate a hunk.” Give me things baby bisexuals say for five hundred!

Then I’m looking up into the murderous face of my boyfriend. He pounds the glass again, then points at Madden. “Don’t you dare!” The side of his fist hits the glass, and after a moment, he turns his stare on me. “Touch my boyfriend and see what happens!”