The Hockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife (Blair and Grayson) novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201

LUCA-

Another rough night in the shower.

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I could not stop thinking about her, and that was the whole problem, because the water was cold and the tile was too and my head still put Charlotte Reid in the room with me: her pussy, that slow finger, her smile, her face when she fell off the couch in Monaco, then the other pictures my brain had no right to build-my cock in her mouth, what that would feel like, heated, wet, Charlotte looking up at me like she did when she was pleased.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What was my problem? I should not be having such thoughts about her. But ever since that night, ever since she kissed me, everything changed.

I tried other things to forget. That was the plan. Think about the upcoming race. Think about Sainte- Dévote. Think about anything but her.

Think about a model in a Monaco hallway whose name I still did not have. Think about anything that was not Charlotte on a bed in this house with her skirt shoved up and her finger in her pussy, moving in and

out.

Nothing helped.

I put an image of Valentina sitting next to my plate at dinner and my head still put Charlotte on her knees.

I thought about ice baths. I thought about gym numbers. I thought about Marco’s expression in the garden and her words from the wedding that I had never gotten over.

I thought about my father’s board and the speech that had not happened yet. Every subject failed to get rid of the thoughts of her that kept on haunting me.

I felt like there was something wrong with me. It was the only explanation. That something was terribly

wrong.

Every subject ended in the same place: wet, slow movements, her finger, that sound in the pillow. Her moans. Her cries.

Damn it.

Charlotte would kill me if she knew what was going on in my head. She would literally knock me out with a fucking pot if she had even the slightest clue.

She was the one girl I did not sleep with. The one girl I refused to touch because of how much I respected her. And now I couldn’t get her pussy out of my head?

Now I was jerking off to images of her touching herself?

I needed professional help. Needed to see a psychiatrist because this was not fucking healthy. Maybe they could help me figure out what this was. This feeling that didn’t want to go away.

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The Mockey Captain’s Unwanted Wife

The water ran. I braced my forehead on the tile and told myself to finish or stop.

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id neither well. My fist worked and I hated myself for it. I still saw her. I tried to swap the picture for someone faceless. That did not work. At all.

I shut my eyes harder. It did not matter. This wouldn’t work. None of this would. It simply wasn’t her.

Then the door opened. I heard it and froze. Who would be here this hour?

“Luca?”

Charlotte?

Her voice. In my room. In this house. This was not good. Not good at all. I was just thinking about her in all the inappropriate ways available.

“FUCK.”

I shut the water off, wrapped a towel around my hips, and walked out before she decided to come into the bathroom and see my cock in my hand.

Her eyes widened the second I came into view. Was I too loud? Did she magically hear me from the room down the hall?

I was wet. The towel was doing the minimum. My cock had not gotten the memo about this girl being off-

limits.

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