Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys #2)(41)

He leans in and breathes into my ear. “You know what I want to try next? When I get you home, I want to touch you this time.”

“Jesus fuck,” I hiss.

“What was that?” the Uber driver asks.

“Sorry, that wasn’t directed at you. My frie—uh, husband, is being mean to me.” I’m thankful my place isn’t far because I swear the driver keeps glaring at us in the rearview mirror.

When we pull up to the building, we can’t get out of the car fast enough. In the elevator, we paw at each other. He nips my neck, I grab his ass, and we’re all wandering hands and mouths.

Dex works his way up my neck, his kisses alternating between soft and rough, and by the time his lips find mine, I’m so hungry for him, I don’t want to part to walk to my apartment door.

I fumble with my keys but manage to get the door unlocked, and we don’t stop kissing for a second. My head spins, and if possible, I feel like I’m even more drunk than when I was back at the club, even though we stopped drinking before we got there.

I’m drunk on Dex. On his scent, his body.

My only fear is waking up tomorrow and realizing this is all a dream. A vivid and sexy dream.

But with the simple clearing of a throat from somewhere in my apartment, my dream turns into a nightmare. And that’s how I know this is reality and not some sleep-induced fantasy.

Because there is no way in hell a sexy dream would include having my parents watch me hooking up with my dream guy. They’re standing there in their pajamas, obviously having made themselves at home. Last time they visited me from Seattle, I gave them a spare key to let themselves in and out while I was at practice or away games. I guess they kept it.

They stare at me with the same looks on their faces as the time they found out I crashed the car when I was a teenager.

It’s disappointment and anger all rolled into one.

“Mom? Dad?” I quickly push Dex off me.

“So it’s true, then,” Mom says. “You got married and didn’t even tell us.”

Dad folds his arms. “We thought maybe there was some mistake or it was a rumor, because all of Dex’s stuff is in the guest bedroom. But …”

I swallow hard. I can’t lie to my parents. I just can’t.

So no words pass my lips.

“There’s no room in Tripp’s closet,” Dex says. “I’m keeping my stuff there until he throws out all of his ugly clothes.”

Ugly clothes? Say what?

I turn to him. “They’re designer. But you wouldn’t know a label if it jumped out at you and bit you on your ass.”

“Well, I guess we have a lot to talk about in the morning,” Mom says. “But I’m tired from waiting up for you all night.”

I shudder. “Whoa, flashback from when I was eighteen. That’s creepy.”

Mom and Dad head down the hallway to the second guest bed that Sienna crashes in occasionally, and I turn to Dex.

“Well, that wasn’t awkward as fuck.”

“Not at all. It’s not every day you meet your in-laws with a hard-on after putting fresh hickeys all over their son’s neck.” His fingers trail over my skin, and I gasp.

“You didn’t? Also, what are you talking about? You’ve met my parents countless times.”

“Not as your husband.” He glances to where my parents disappeared. “Do you think … are they going to hate me after this?”

“No. They will love you because they’ve always loved you. Hell, they’ll probably even want to claim you in our divorce.”

Dex winces, and I wonder if this is one of those times it’s too real for him.

I tug on his hand. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.” I lead him to my room, but he stops me outside the door.

“Didn’t we say we weren’t going to share anymore?”

I lean in and drop my voice. “We also said no sex stuff. Making each other come was against the rules, and we’ve already broken that one tonight.”

Dex pulls me against him. “I guess if we’re going to do something wrong, we should make it worth it.”

His head dips, moving closer and closer until his breath tickles my skin. I want to kiss him again, but the thought of having sex while my parents sleep down the hall is too teenagery for me.

I step back. “Let’s go to sleep.”

“Wait, wha?” His voice goes all high-pitched and weird.

I laugh and pull him into the bedroom. “I’m not having straight-guy-experimental-sex with my parents in the other room. Sorry, not happening.” And I should get some type of award for saying no to that.

“But … I just found out how good you are at sex stuff. You can’t take it away from me now!”

“Did you maybe not want to yell that so loud? It’s bad enough I have to lie to my parents. Don’t make it worse for me. Please.”

“Fine.” He takes off his shirt, revealing rippling abs and that lean muscle that makes him fast on the ice.

“And now you’re not playing fair.”

“Fair?” He undoes his pants. “You’re the one who’s making me go to bed like this.” His jeans drop to the floor, revealing a very large and hard bulge in the front of his boxer briefs.

My mouth waters. “Okay, fuck it. But you have to be silent.” I immediately drop to my knees.