“Fuck, Sage,” I mutter, my thumb brushing her clit. She arches into my touch, her head falling back, exposing the long line of her throat. I kiss my way back up, capturing her lips again as my other hand reaches for my belt. I fumble with it,impatient, my fingers trembling as I unbuckle it and shove my jeans down, my cock springing free. Sage’s eyes widen as she took in the full length of me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“You’re so hard,” she murmurs, her hand reaching out to stroke me. I hiss at the contact, my head falling back as her fingers wraps around my shaft. “Not as hard as I’m gonna be inside you,” I promise, my voice rough. I lift her again, positioning her so her ass was on the edge of the counter, her legs still wrapped around me. I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock, watching her bite her lip as I press in slowly, inch by agonizing inch.
“Please,” she begs, her nails digging into my shoulders. I thrust deep, filling her completely, and she cries out, her walls clenching around me like a vice. I pull back, then slammed into her again, setting a relentless pace. The counter creaks beneath her, the sound of skin slapping against skin is filling the kitchen. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I lean down, taking a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
She gasps, her head thrashing back and forth as her orgasm built. “Cum for me, Sage,” I demand, my voice hoarse. “Let me feel you fall apart.” Her body tightens, her pussy milking my cock as she screams my name, her release crashing over her in waves. I follow her over the edge, my balls tightening as I empty myself into her, my cum pulsing deep inside her.
We stay locked together, breathless, our hearts pounding in unison. Slowly, I pulled out, her legs sliding from my waist as I steady her. She leans against me, her forehead resting on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. The pan on the stove hisses, a reminder of the world outside this moment, but I don’t care. Right now, there was only Sage, her warmth, her scent, her softness against my hardness.
The frustration I brought home melts into something else entirely. Not peace, not yet—but something that feels like the start of it.
Her smile flickers, small but real. And for the first time in weeks, I feel the noise fade.
For a while, neither of us says anything. I trace lazy circles along her shoulder, my heartbeat finally matching the rhythm of hers. She hums softly, half-asleep already, and the sound feels like an anchor.
“This is insane,” I whisper, mostly to myself.
Her lips curve into a faint smile against my chest. “Probably,” she murmurs. “But you needed it.”
She’s not wrong. For the first time in weeks, my head’s quiet. No coaches, no cameras, no noise. Just her.
When she shifts to look at me, her eyes are softer than I’ve ever seen them. “You know, your body looks stronger lately. The new meals are working.”
I laugh under my breath. “You mean all the turmeric and quinoa?”
“And magnesium,” she adds, grinning. “Don’t forget the magnesium.”
Her teasing breaks the tension that’s been coiled tight between us for days. I can’t help but smile back, brushing a thumb along her jaw. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you love it.”
I don’t answer that. I don’t have to. It’s written all over the way I pull her closer, the way her laughter melts into a sigh when my lips find hers again.
For a second, the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
Then my phone buzzes on the coffee table.
Once. Twice. Three times.
I reach for it, groaning. “Ignore it,” Sage mumbles.
But the screen flashes bright, lighting up the dark room—and there it is.Puck Whisperer.Again.
The headline punches me right in the gut:Flooded Out, Burned Out? Surge’s Golden Boy Slipping.
I scroll through, scanning words that feel like bruises:declining stats,off his rhythm,distracted since the move.
Every sentence is a mirror reflecting the part of me I’ve been trying to drown out.
Sage shifts beside me, sleepy curiosity turning to quiet dread when she sees my expression. “Leo… what is it?”
I don’t answer. I just keep scrolling, jaw clenched, pulse hammering.
Because it’s not just noise anymore. It’s becoming truth.
And for the first time, I don’t know how to fight it.
Chapter 17
