Page 19 of Pucking Good Girl

There are a lot of things we need to figure out together. But Talia is right that this isn’t the time to look for all the answers.

“Come here,” I lift the hem of my jersey, pulling it up to expose Talia’s toned stomach. “While I would love to fuck you with my name and number on your back, the reason why most men love all the cowgirl positions is that we get one hell of a show. So this has to go.”

Talia

There was a moment of hesitation when I asked Macklin to try reverse cowgirl.

For a second, I thought he was going to say no.

I think Macklin cares about me. And he obviously doesn’t hate sleeping with me, or he would have found someone else to help him with Gen.

Earlier today, when Becks said that he wanted to date me, he could have ended our deal, but he didn’t.

Of course, it’s possible that he’s just waiting for things between me and his brother to feel more solid.

But there’s a part of me that still thinks that Macklin might care about me. As more than a friend, as more than his fuck buddy and beyond our deal.

There is still a very real possibility that I’m wrong. But maybe I just need more time with him. More time in his arms in the hope that he feels as addicted to me as I am to him.

“Come here,” he lifts the hem of my jersey, pulling it up to expose my stomach. “While I would love to fuck you with my name and number on your back, the reason why most men love all the cowgirl positions is that we get one hell of a show. So this has to go.”

Oh, God.

Maybe asking him to try reverse cowgirl wasn’t the good idea I thought it was.

I hadn’t thought that he would have a full view of my backside.

What if my ass jiggles when I’m on top of him? During the summer, I was training twelve hours a day.

But since the cheerleading camp ended, between classes, my job, and the sorority obligations, I’ve had no time to even think about going to the gym.

And Macklin loves pizza, and he loves to feed me. So I haven’t been watching my calorie intake as closely as I was this summer.

“Fuck.” Macklin’s eyes rove over me in the same bra I had on last night. His fingers fly to the button of my jeans. “I don’t know what’s hotter. Your front or your back.”

His blue eyes darken, as he looks at me as if I were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

He means it.

This is the thing with Macklin. When I’m with him, I forget all the things I don’t like about my own body.

When he looks at me and when he touches me, I feel beautiful. No, more than beautiful. I feel perfect.

His lips are soft and warm. Every stroke of his tongue against mine works like magic to erase all the stress that fell on me like a ton of bricks since this morning.

By the time I grab the waistband of his sweatpants, all I can think is how much I want to feel him inside me.

Macklin picks me up by the backs of my thighs, and I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to his bed.

He kisses me harder, his hips nestling between my thighs when he sets me down onto the mattress and my legs fall open for him.

I can feel him thick and hard against my entrance. “Hey,” I pant between kisses. “We need to swap. For reverse cowgirl, I need to be on top.”

His smile reaches his blue eyes. “And we’ll get there. Before that though, I really need you to come for me, baby.”

“If you really need it…” I pretend to be put out by his request, but I’m betrayed by my exaggerated eye roll.

He lunges at me, swallowing my giggle with a searing kiss.