Page 76 of Pucks and Likes

Dr. Riley’s brows pull together, and beside me, Alex waves him off. “Weird family, dude. And they call their grandfather Peepaw.”

The doctor’s brows deepen. “What’s wrong with Peepaw? I have two peepaws.”

I smile widely at Alex. “See? Normal.”

“Sure,” he mutters as he helps me sit up. “I’ll admit, I’m sort of sad to leave the South.”

Once more, my stomach clenches. Alex was traded to Utah’s new NHL franchise, which is great for his career and only shows how fucking awesome he is. He had ten shutouts total during the Cup run, and I should have known then that he was going back into the NHL after his stellar performance. I was sad the Assassins couldn’t keep him, and I wished they had so I could be with my family, but Alex is my family now. I’m so proud of him. When I watched him hoist that Cup in the air after sweeping Hershey in what I called the final Battle of the Bears, I cried like a baby.

He did it.

My man did it.

And with all the promo I did for the Cup run, Peepaw not only insisted that I keep doing media for the Bears, but it also prompted Utah to hire me for their social media. I won’t be running the department like I am for the Bears, but I will be part of Utah’s creative team. Alex says that it won’t be long before I’ll be running all the social media for every team in the NHL. He’s insane, but his faith in me makes me all warm and toasty.

I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous about living in Utah. It’s the one place in the US where the cult never made a home. Not sure why, but Louisa thinks it hilarious that we’re going there now. Says it’s good I remember how to make dresses and churn butter. I don’t find her funny. Alex does, and when he laughs, I forget that we’re leaving all I know and starting our own life.

Together.

I’m sitting on the bed, rubbing lotion into my belly as I stare at my dress for Louisa’s wedding. Like she wanted, it’s the smallest affair ever. Only my sisters with their dates and my peepaw. Oh, and Ciaran’s mom and grandma. His siblings are trash and no-showed. We’re meeting at a little chapel on the highest part of the mountain. They’re going to get married outside in a gazebo as the sun sets. It’s so romantic, and I can’t wait to watch my sister get the happily-ever-after she deserves.

I stroke my thumb over my ring, and I can’t help but smile. I don’t know when we’ll get married and I’ll become a Cruz, but the more I’m around all this wedding planning, the more I’m ready for it to happen. I glance over as Alex comes out of the closet in a light-blue suit that hugs his body like a second skin and hits right at his ankles, some white Italian loafers on his feet. His hair is brushed back, his beard tidy now, and the first few buttons of his shirt are open, revealing the ink of his tattoo that makes me all hot and wanton.

As he fixes his cuff links, he moves his eyes to me, and his brows draw in. “Mami, you getting dressed?”

I shrug, my eyes clouding with tears, knowing I can’t lie to him. “I’m worried the dress won’t fit.”

He scoffs. “It’s going to fit.”

“I’m size whale.”

He scoffs. “Hardly. You’re perfect.”

I don’t agree, but he ignores me, grabbing the hanger off the door and coming to me. I drink him in as he strides toward me, sexy confidence in every step he takes. His eyes are dark, set on me as he closes the distance between us. He steps between my legs, brushing a stray curl behind my ear before he trails his finger down my jaw. “You’re so beautiful, Elliot.”

A blush moves across my cheeks as I capture his hips in my hands, gazing up into his gorgeous eyes. “I love you in a suit, though black is my favorite color on you.”

He grins. “I love you naked.”

My grin grows as I purr back at him. “Is that right?”

He nods, his eyes hooding a bit as he drinks me in. “Come here, mami.”

I shake my head. “I need to do something first.”

I reach for the front of his jacket, opening it before sliding my hands down his stomach. His brow perks. “And that is?”

“Choke on your cock,” I say as I unfasten his pants.

His lips curve. “Listen, mami, I’ll come down your throat and still make you put on this dress. You aren’t getting out of it.” He pauses. “Until we get home, that is.”

I snort at that as my shoulders drop. He knows me too well. I ignore his words, though, pulling out his hot cock, all thick and warm in my palm. I run my tongue along the head of him as he hisses out a breath, throwing the dress behind me on the bed. “Fuck, I love your mouth.”

I hum around him as I take him deep in my mouth, needing desperately to please him. He does so much for me at every turn. Sometimes I feel like I don’t show him how much I love him, and while this may have started as a distraction, I want him to feel my love. My eyes lock with his as he moves one hand to hold the back of my neck, the other on my jaw as he guides himself in and out of my mouth. His eyes are dark, his jaw tight as he watches me, love burning in his eyes.

His sounds of pleasure leave me breathless as he hits the back of my throat, over and over. Between my legs, I’m a mess as I get off on seeing him come undone. I feel the moment he is about to come, and I swallow him deep as he roars out his release, my name on his lips as he fills my throat with his hot come. His legs shake as he squeezes my jaw, throbbing in my mouth. I run my tongue up the underside of his cock, swirling around his head as he hisses, his hand tightening on the nape of my neck. I slide his cock out of my mouth with a pop and then grin up at him. His eyes are full of lust as he pulls me up and flush against him, the best he can with my swollen belly between us. He captures my mouth with his, and it turns me on that he doesn’t mind the taste of himself on me. If anything, he eats it all up, and it turns me on even more.

When he pulls away, he kisses my top lip, then my bottom, before he meets my hungry gaze. “As much as I wish I didn’t have to do this since I’d rather devour this pussy…” he says, cupping my sex. I arch into him, humming my desire for him. “You need to get dressed.”

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