Page 113 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter

Maybe you should get back here and help out with that.

You could stay awake for Penn. Isn’t he your nightly visitor?

Or do we think Carter will be so bold tonight?

Oliver will only break into your house if you steal something important from him.

Are you saying that because you’re him?

One of the three? Or do you have a specific guess?

I don’t want to guess and be wrong. But you know an awful lot about them…

Oliver doesn’t know about Carter. That rules him out, I guess.

Doesn’t he?

Doubt floods through me. I don’t know if Penn would say anything. Their relationship confuses me. Best friends, sure, but do they share those secrets? They shared me, once upon a time…

I squeeze my eyes shut and drag my blankets higher up my body.

He seems to think someone’s going to sneak into my house. That I should wait up for them just in case. My hand slips down between my legs just as another text comes through.

L.

Don’t touch yourself.

Groaning, I drag my hand back up. The few strokes only took me higher. It seems to be the only fucking thing I can think about, and it’s worse when the plug shifts inside me.

Me

I hate you.

I’m not sure why I’m even listening to you.

L.

Because you like the game.

I’m on the street. Your savior is coming now. Do me a favor and pretend to be sleeping on your stomach.

To showcase your note?

Well, it wouldn’t be much fun if they don’t see it.

I sigh and slowly turn onto my stomach. I cup my breast, rolling my nipple between my fingers. I was going to sleep in panties and a t-shirt, like usual, but I couldn’t even bear that much fabric touching me.

Under the blanket, I’m completely naked.

I pinch and tug, my knee hiked up to the side and my face pressed to the pillow. I don’t even care if I fucking suffocate like this. My hips move, slow circles that give me no relief.

The window slides up, but I can’t stop. I’m desperate with it now.

“Princess.” Penn strokes my hair. “What a sight for sore eyes.”

I don’t respond besides a whimper so he knows I’m awake.

He pulls the blankets from my body, and goosebumps rise on my arms. He goes still when the blankets fall to the floor, staring at me for so long, I peek up at him.