Page 39 of Pucking Good Girl

“Well played,” I chuckle. “But I’ll take my chances on that doorstep. We clearly can’t be trusted with just one kiss.” I turn to look at my backseat where one last kiss before we drove to campus turned into round two in the parking lot of the restaurant that, thankfully, was deserted once the disgruntled valet who had waited for us went home.

“Fine,” she sighs. “I would invite you in, but…”

I understand that our situation is a little complicated. Mack and I have agreed to fight for her. But the world thinks that Talia is dating my brother exclusively. For as much as that bothers me, my girl has enough problems without me making things more complicated with my possessive streak.

“It’s ok, pretty girl. We both have early mornings. We can plan our next date as a sleepover, if you want.”

Talia smiles. “Deal.”

We open the car doors at the same time, and I run to her side, taking her hand in mine.

By the time we make it to the front door of the Zeta House, we’re even more drenched than before, but we’re laughing hard.

I brush my lips over hers, and she jumps into my arms, wrapping her arms around my waist.

We kiss under the rain and I almost think, fuck it. I’ll follow her inside the house, and if anyone even thinks about giving Talia any trouble about who she wants to date, I’ll take care of them. Or we could get back into my car and I’ll tell Mack to fuck off if he tries to crash my date. If we’re both going to date her until Talia makes a choice, it’s important to respect some boundaries. And I’m more than happy to set them with my big brother.

“Pretty girl,” I pant when she fists the fabric of my shirt. “Why don’t you come home with me?” Her lips leave mine to begin a path down my neck, and I’m so hard that it hurts.

She stops what she’s doing to suck my bottom lip into her mouth. Her body is flush against mine and I’m two seconds away from snapping and fucking her against the front door of the Zeta House.

“You have no idea how much I want to come home with you or invite you to stay the night here,” Talia groans. “But you have practice tomorrow morning, and I have an early class. If we spend the night together, I’m pretty sure we’re not going to get any sleep.”

“That would be the plan,” I murmur, grabbing her ass when she rubs herself all over me.

“I’m sorry, but I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow and I should really try to get some sleep.”

She’s clearly conflicted about it, so I don’t take offense. “No, I get it. You don’t want to be half-asleep in class. You’re a good girl.”

Talia’s eyes narrow, but her tone is teasing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” I chuckle. “Just stating a fact. You care about getting good grades. And to do that, you need to be well rested.”

“But so do you to perform on the ice. So I’m doing us both a favor by being a good girl. What would Coach Harrison say if you turned up to practice in zombie mode?”

I love that she’s worrying about me. “Nah, I can keep myself together for one practice. I can sleep later on the bus to Stanford.”

“Oh,” she traces my jaw with slow, gentle fingers. “You have an away game tomorrow night. I forgot about that.”

All of a sudden, being away from Talia for almost two days feels like more than I can handle. “Is there any way you can come to the game?”

“I wish I could,” she sighs. “But I don’t have a car. And even if I did, I’m working. And there’s no way to get someone else to cover my shift on such short notice. But your game will be televised, and I’ll make sure my boss has it playing on the big screen in the bar. I’ll be rooting for you.”

I cup her face in my hands. “We’ll be back on campus on Friday afternoon. Can I see you on Friday night?”

“I would love to. But Macklin asked me to go to a local hockey game with him.”

Right. Of course, my brother asked her first. “It’s ok.” I fight to hide the disappointment in my voice. “Maybe we could do something on Saturday.”

“I’m going to miss you.” She whispers.

“I already miss you. Good night, pretty girl.”

My lips find hers again, but this time it’s a real good-night kiss. I make sure to keep it short and sweet. Even though walking away from her right now feels like ripping myself in half.

I jog down the steps of the sorority house's front porch, stepping right into the torrential rain that hasn’t let up since it started a couple of hours ago.

Talia swipes her key card over the smart lock.