Page 64 of Pucking Good Girl

But my dream pans out differently than this night did in reality. Macklin and Becks point to their bedroom doors. They let me know that I can stay here on one condition. I have to choose one of them or walk away forever.

“No, no. Please, I can’t.” I sob, but their faces are frozen in the same stern, determined expression they have on the ice.

Macklin

“No, no. Please, I can’t.”

Talia’s soft sobs rip me out of a deep sleep.

The room is still shrouded in darkness, and I wonder if it’s still night time or if the darkness is due to the storm.

Straining my ears, I can’t hear the tapping of the rain against the windows, so I assume it’s still quite a while before dawn.

Talia stirs again. “No, please, no.”

I’m reluctant to wake her up because I don’t want to scare her. But whatever she’s dreaming must be pretty horrible, so I’m going to try to wake her as gently as possible.

“Baby,” I whisper. “You’re just having a nightmare. You’re ok. I’m right here.”

But my voice must not be enough to penetrate the fog of her sleep, because Talia sits up.

“No, please. I can’t.” She sobs.

Her eyes are still closed, and I can tell by her breathing that she’s still asleep.

I turn on the light on my phone on the lowest setting, hoping that the soft light will help her out of her sleep. It’s barely four a.m.

“Baby,” I inch closer. “Wake up, please. You’re safe.”

Her eyelashes flutter a couple of times.

Talia opens her eyes, but I give her a few moments to put me into focus.

“Macklin?”

“Yes, baby. I’m sorry for waking you up. But you were having a nightmare.”

She blinks. “I was.”

“Do you want to tell me what it was about?” I whisper.

She shakes her head. “No. I don’t want to talk about it. Can you kiss me?”

“That I can do.”

I cup her face with both hands and touch her lips with mine.

The kiss starts soft and sweet. My intention is to comfort her.

But this is the thing with her. We’re like putting kindling next to a flame.

Talia’s lips part for me, and I explore her mouth. She tastes like the toothpaste she used to brush her teeth before bed and of something sweeter, that’s unique to her.

“Macklin,” she murmurs, getting up on her knees when I close my fingers over her perfect breast over her t-shirt.

Her nipple hardens against my palm, and the feeling of that tiny, hard point goes straight to my cock.

I’m so hard that it hurts. I lift her t-shirt over her head and throw it on the floor. She does the same with mine.