Page 70 of Cocky Mother Pucker


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The corner of my mouth hooks up. “What about it?”

“It was hot.”

I grin wide. “It was. Are you glad you broke your rule, wild girl?”

She giggles and nods.

“Good. I am too.”

“I’m not sure about that new nickname, though,” she teases.

“It’s perfect. Underneath that good girl exterior, you’re wild. That kiss proves it.”

There’s a flicker of heat in her eyes as she smiles at me. Before I can kiss her again, my teammates run up to us and congratulate us on being crowned homecoming king and queen.

Beckett runs over and grabs my face. “Dude! Congrats to you and your lady!”

“Thanks, man,” I say through a laugh.

He spins around and high-fives Poppy, who’s beaming.

“Let’s get a conga line going!” he hollers.

Blake and Leo join in immediately. So does Poppy. Travis rolls his eyes, but joins in too. I get behind Travis. A dozen people join the conga line before the song ends. A popular EDM song plays, and everyone cheers and starts dancing.

I watch as Beckett pulls a flask from his suit jacket pocket and takes a sip.

I look at him. “Dude, seriously? I told you and the rest of the guys on the team no alcohol tonight.”

“It’s just a little bit. Don’t worry, I won’t get caught.”

I grab the lapel of his suit jacket. “If you do, I’ll make sure Coach benches you.”

Beckett holds up a hand. “Okay, okay. Sorry.”

He puts the flask away and continues dancing. He turns to Poppy and offers her some. She takes a long sip and winces.

I step over to her. “You don’t have to drink that.”

“I want to let loose tonight. I won homecoming queen!” She does a cute jump.

“Hell, yeah. The homecoming queen gets to celebrate however she wants,” Beckett announces.

She grabs my hand. “Come on, let’s have some fun, homecoming king.”

I can’t help but smile. “Okay.”

I scan the crowd for Poppy. She went off to use the ladies’ room with Anna twenty minutes ago, and I haven’t seen her since.

I walk over to Travis, who’s getting a drink at the beverage table. “Hey, have you seen Poppy?”

He shakes his head. “Nope.”

I check my phone and see she hasn’t tried to get a hold of me. I text her.

Hey, where are you?

I drink a glass of water, then see a text from Poppy.