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“No more questions,” she whimpers, throwing her head back again. I really want to play with her nipples too. I’d love to play with the little hardened peaks before rolling my tongue across them and making her whimper instead.

“You do better as a toy,” she moans, tilting her head as she partway straightens to look at me. It slows down her movements, so I speed up, and her jaw falls open. “O-or when you have someone to boss you around.”

“You have no idea,” I growl, my muscles flexing as I help to support her with one hand. I’ve found the rhythm her body likes, playing with the piercing and twirling it between my fingers so it pulls just a tiny bit. It’s enough to make her hypersensitive without causing harm or pain. I count myself lucky that she’s letting me get away with it after all that talk.

She straightens up fully again, nearly crushing my hand between us. Her hand clutches my jaw of all things, and I clench my teeth beneath her grip as she speaks. “No, Lachlan, you have no idea.”

Growling, my hips start moving in the same rhythm that hers do. She moans, her hand clutching even tighter at my chin, and with the way her body pulses around my dick I know she’s close. “Maybe you do a better job as the vibrator,” she continues to taunt. “Because it’s all about me.”

I haven’t forgotten those cursed words, but from Iris’s lips, they turn me on instead of pissing me off. I pick up speed as I thrust into her, taking over the rhythm that she’s tried to maintain, and her eyes squeeze shut as she lets out a choked whimper.

So close, wallflower.

Releasing my chin, she digs her nails into my shoulders with a grip that I’m sure will draw blood as she releases a carnal cry. Her pussy clamps around me, making me grunt as my eyes try to roll. I’m close too, cock ring be damned, and with the way she’s squeezing my cock I know she can send me over the edge.

The more she bounces, the more her weight settles on my balls at this angle. She drops down as the orgasm hits her, and when her body starts crushing my balls between us I cum with a grunted cry to match hers. “Fuck, wallflower, you feel amazing.”

Her hands tighten on me, and I wait for another snappy retort. Instead, she dips her head to my shoulder, taking a shaky breath, and it sounds strangely like a whimper.

I shift, smoothing my hands down the middle of her back. “Iris?”

“I’m fine,” she whispers against my skin. “I just need a second. Stay there.”

As if I’d actually move right now. I stay put and let her come down from the high. There’s no way I’m going to soften while I’m still inside her, so I do my best to focus on soothing the worries out of the tension in her shoulders and the slope of her back instead of asking her what’s wrong.

If she wanted to share, I’d already know. The apology I’m supposed to give her is on the tip of my tongue, but it feels wrong to say anything when she’s having a moment.

I don’t quite know how long it lasts, but eventually Iris lifts her head and starts to pull away. She’s off my lap far faster than she got on, reaching to remove the condom and cock ring next.

“I’ve got it,” I tell her, batting her hand away. All the talk from earlier is gone, and she nods before sliding away to sit beside me on the bed.

She looks spent when I peer at her sleepy eyes, and I don’t know if she’s having an emotional drop out or instant regret. The apology burns at the back of my throat, wondering if I’ve fucked over my chance because I didn’t give it in the moment.

I go to the bathroom for a cloth and to wash off. When I return to her room only a few moments later her eyes are closed, and when I touch her forehead she lets out a soft snore.

Blinking, I stare down at her. This is the girl afraid of being touched, right? The one desperate to be in charge so she can control the situation? I’m surprised that after just a couple days together, she’s willing to put her trust in me.

And it carries weight. Blowing out a breath I walk around her, setting the cloth aside. As much as I like helping out my partners at the end, I may get my ass kicked if I touch her now that she’s out. Instead, I tug the penguin blanket I’ve seen her toting around the apartment up from the foot of the bed and drop it over her.

It’s early-ish in the night. Early enough. Surely she can rest for an hour or two and then listen to my apology. Still, I go find my phone and tug the sweats back into place, setting an alarm. Why would I want to go back to the hockey house anyway when I could possibly have Iris one more time?

Before I get into bed, I tug the curtains to close off her room for the night. As they fall closed, I wave to the parking lot. Just in case there’s still a football player out there who can’t take a hint.

11 Buzzing Angel

Iris

The morning comes all too quickly. Lachlan is shifted back when I wake up, and at first I think I’m hallucinating because I swear I hear something in the apartment. But it’s dawn, and I drag myself out of bed when I realize that Lachlan is indeed trapped once again. Leaving the vibrator behind, I go open the blinds in the living room at least, deciding to leave the bedroom curtains drawn in case we have more than a little fun.

A quick glance around the apartment tells me I’m making up the noises I thought I heard. Maybe I’m getting too accustomed to Lachlan moving around my place the past few days. I should have broken the curse last night. All I had to do was stay up a few minutes longer after sex and hear his apology to accept it. We could still be cuddling this morning but instead, I’m wandering around the apartment alone.

Unfortunately, this all goes back to Cora’s ridiculous curse. I swear, I’m not sure I can forgive Cora for this mess. Lachlan was never on my radar before, and now he’s very much on my radar. I hope her revenge against Flynn works out, because she’s screwing everyone else.

We’re going to have to play around again, and with the way things have gone over the past week, I wouldn’t be surprised if Lachlan runs the second he’s no longer cursed. He hasn’t had a regular day since Friday, and we’re nearly at a week of this nonsense. His regular, everyday life has to mean more to him than the few days we’ve spent together working through this mess.

So I watched one practice game because I was curious. So what? I’m not his only choice for companionship by any means. There were half a dozen girls hanging out in the stands, talking about everyone both on the ice and missing in action.

Pursing my lips, I debate what to do as I pause by my bed again. I kind of want to look nice and seductive for him. It’s kind of like preemptively hurting myself, knowing he’s got to be over this whole thing, but I can’t help myself. When Lachlan’s around, and human, I want his attention.