Page 11 of Flirty Pucking Wolf
The rosy flush that floods her cheeks to match the frames is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Yeah.” She pushes her glasses up her nose with her forefinger and looks down at the floor.
Crap, I didn’t mean to make her feel self-conscious.
“Hey,” I say softly, putting my finger under her chin to tip her face up to mine. “No looking down. Eyes up here.” Her gorgeous blue eyes lift to mine. I let the goofy smile I should hide spread across my lips. “You have no idea how stinking cute you are in glasses. Of course you’re beautiful. You must know that. But in glasses, you have that smexy thing happening that’s irresistible.”
Her nose crinkles and, oh my goodness, she has freckles on her nose. Her makeup hides them, and that’s probably a good thing because I’ve got the urge to kiss every single one of them. I never knew glasses and freckles were my kryptonite, but apparently, they are.
“Smexy?” she asks.
“Smart and sexy.”
“Oh.”
Her flush deepens, and I’m grateful I’m still in my jeans. The reaction I’m having down below would be way too obvious if I were only in my boxer briefs. How am I supposed to handle being so close to her all night and not being able to touch her? Inspiration strikes.
“Would it bother you if I took a shower?” I ask.
Now it’s her eyes widening. I wonder if she’s thinking about me wet and naked in the shower. The cold shower. I wonder if she’s aware she’s the reason I need to take it.
“No, do whatever you need to! This is your room. Thank you for making up the sofa for me. That’s so sweet.”
She shocks the hell out of me by climbing up on the sofa bed and holding onto my shoulder so she can lean over and give me a kiss on the cheek. It’s taking all of my willpower to not turn my head so our lips meet. Again.
I stand like a statue until I’m sure she’s steady and then step away.
Clearing my throat, I nod. “You’re welcome.” There I go again, being a goober.
I grab a clean pair of briefs and some gray sweatpants and head into the bathroom. I take my shower, and though I try to be a good man, I’m not a saint. I can’t help but think of Sophie as I grasp my hard cock and start rubbing it. No time for indulging in any elaborate fantasies or savoring the experience. I do what’s necessary to get the release I need, swallowing a groan of satisfaction as my cum washes down the drain. After doing a quick lather and rinse, I turn off the water and step out. Briskly drying myself, I listen for the TV or any other sound from the bedroom. Nothing. I pull on my black boxer briefs and gray sweatpants and crack open the door. Sophie’s under the covers on the sofa bed.
I pad over to the bed and make sure my alarm is set. Dropping my sweatpants, I slide under the blankets with a sigh. The Clardmore is pure class, and the billion thread count sheets they use are the softest thing I’ve ever felt against my skin. I need to find out the brand and get them for my bed at home. I roll to my side, close my eyes, and then I hear it. Tiny little snores that remind me of Cooper, the Bernese mountain dog puppy Coach got Mallory for Christmas. He’s an adorable bundle of black, brown, and white fluff that you can’t help but love. When he’s asleep in his crate, he lets out puppy snores, and that’s exactly what Sophie sounds like. If she let out the puppy farts Cooper’s becoming famous for, it would be easier to resist her, but no such luck. With a smile on my face, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
4
SOPHIE
Trevor’s team is winning.Of course they are. I never would’ve guessed that Miranda is some sort of coaching genius, but she came out of nowhere with incredible plays. She’s the coach’s assistant in terms of scheduling and that sort of thing. Actually coaching the team isn’t part of her job. But here she is, calling plays. They’re scoring goals, and she’s getting hugs and high fives from all the players. Honestly, I’m happy for her. She’s smiling more than she has since I’ve been here. She’s glowing, and it’s not because of sex with my brother.
I feel like that when a piece I’ve choreographed is danced perfectly. Even more than when I dance it myself. I love dancing. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. It’s all I can do. I’m not athletic like Declan or smart like my other brothers. My twin, Ian, is a more successful dancer than I am because he has more charisma. I may perform the steps perfectly, but Ian is so entertaining, no one cares if it’s not perfect. My younger brother is a charmer—everyone loves him. But dance is all I have going for me.
The final horn sounds, and Trevor’s team wins. They hug and shake hands. One of the Devil Birds players, Nathan Crosby, wins Most Valuable Player and is awarded a new SUV. When pop sensation Amilia Reynolds hands him the key, he’s so flustered he drops it. Apparently, he has a huge crush on her. It’s kind of adorable to see this big professional athlete who’s one of the best in the world be a star-struck fool like the rest of us. The crowd laughs good-naturedly as the poor guy flushes scarlet and squats down to pick it up. Trevor gives him a clap on his shoulder when he rises back to his full height. Whatever Trevor whispered to him has them both grinning. It’s cute.
“What do you think he said to Crosby?” Daphne asks from where she stands between me and Mallory along the glass.
“As his sister, probably something I don’t want to know,” Mallory answers. “I feel sorry for you having to work with him, Sophie. I hope he takes it seriously. I love my brother. He’s a great guy, but he thinks everything is a joke.”
Daphne furrows her brow. “I don’t think that’s fair, Mallory. Yeah, he’s lighthearted and a bit of a goof, but he takes hockey seriously. He takes his friendships with Kendall and Randi seriously. He’d do anything for either of them. He took passing the bar exam seriously. He’s grown up a lot recently. I think you’re too close to see it.”
“He’s twenty-five years old. It’s about time he grows up. He’s more of a puppy than Cooper.”
“Who’s Cooper?” I ask.
“Oh, he’s my Bernese mountain dog puppy! Liam gave him to me for Christmas. He’s adorable. Here, let me show you.”
She whips out her phone and starts showing me picture after picture of a drooling dog. He’s cute, but I don’t need to see a whole album. Then there’s a picture of two puppies, two boys, and Trevor. He’s lying on the floor, laughing, boys and puppies all piled on top of him.
“Those are my nephews, EJ—” she points to an older boy, “—and Matt.” She points to the younger one. “The puppy with the green bow is theirs. They named her Heidi. She’s Cooper’s sister.”
