Page 107 of Puck Prince

My eyes lock on hers. There’s color high in her cheeks. She’s asking what I want, but I see it written all over her face.

I hook my hand around the nape of her neck and pull her down to me. Her mouth collides with mine. I part her lips with mytongue and the kiss goes deeper. I have been wanting,needingthis kiss for so long.

And I’ll be damned if anyone or anything is going to get in the way of it now.

She moans into my mouth, and I feel a surge in my groin. Leave it to Callie Coleman to be able to edge me just with the noises she makes.

She brings her hand to the elastic waistband of my briefs and shoves it inside, making skin-on-skin contact with my rock-hard, aching dick.

I suck on her tongue, nibbling at her lip, coaxing her to finish the job. Her hand wraps around me, stroking rhythmically, all the while her thumb circles around that inner sweet spot on the tip, driving me completely insane.

This time, I’m the one moaning. I tangle my hands in her hair, gripping tightly as my entire body tenses in anticipation before I finally, thankfully, release.

I fall back on the table in a puddle. Metaphorically and literally.

Callie stands up. Her lips are swollen, and she glances back towards the door as she smooths down her messy hair.

Someone could have walked in. We took a huge risk.

And I could not care less.

This is the best I’ve felt since… since the night I dragged her onto my balcony. My muscles are lax. My knee doesn’t even hurt.

I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the table. She gasps when I hop down.

“Careful!”

“I think I’m alright.” I groan through a stretch. It’s a good groan, though.

Callie watches while I tuck myself away and pull on my pants. I’m tempted to lock the door and return the favor, but I’ve put her job at enough risk for one night.

“Where are you going?” she asks as I grab my gear.

The distant sounds of the crowd groaning echo down the hall to us.

“The ice. We got a game to win and, from the sound of it, they can’t do it without me.”

“You can’t get back on the ice. You’re injured.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself, Cal. You healed me.” I chuck her chin. “I feel good.”

She swats my hand away from her face. “Of course you feel good. We just— I just— That doesn’t mean you’re not injured, Owen.” Her bossy PT voice is kinda cute.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I feel like a new man.”

Before she can say anything else, I pull her into me and cover her disapproving mouth with mine. I kiss her until she softens against me and she’s too distracted to argue.

She’s staring after me in a daze as I leave the training room and head back to the rink.

The crowd cheers as I rejoin the team. While I’m still sore, I’m ready to go.

“Damn, O, you look fine. What kind of magic did Callie work in there?” Heath asks. Everyone’s eyes are on me.

“She’s just really good at her job.” I replace my mouthguard so they won’t see me grin.

As soon as I skate onto the ice, I know things are different. The haze I’ve been muddling through for days is gone. My thoughts are clear, and I put everything I have into taking control of the game.

It’s night and day from before. Even with the sound of Callie’s moans echoing in the back of my brain, I’m perfectly in sync with the team. It’s like all the disjointed pieces of my life finally clicked together.

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