Page 2 of The Puck Secret

It’s at that moment that Brad finds me, “There’s my girl.” I almost gag at his words, as the reminder of his bare ass and my dad's ultimatum mix together as one. Thank fuck I never slept with him.

His hand reaches out to graze against mine, and the thought of not making a scene from earlier flies out of the window as I rip myself from his grip. “Don’t fucking touch me!”

He pulls back as if I maimed him, and a look of annoyance flashes across his eyes as he looks around the room at the few people close to us. “Now now, Darling, remember where we are, and what your job is.”

I almost sneer, no need to ask if he is aware of the deal our fathers have struck up. He’s a guy, of course he was included in it. They probably even asked him if my vacant womb for hire was good enough to bear his future brood. Fuck him, and our fathers. I shake my head as I push past him. “Go back to fucking your waitress, Brad, I’m leaving.”

Abandoning him, I push through the people loitering by the door, who are quite clearly hanging around watching the show, and step out into the fresh air and take a deep inhale. Brad follows after me, and when he grabs at my arm a second time, I have to rip myself away from him once again. Only this time it sends my phone clattering to the ground, shattering it completely.

“Fucking christ,” I mutter under my breath, leaning down to pick up my destroyed device. When I rise, Brad is still watching me, but I can’t do this right now, I don't know if I can do this at all, so again I turn to leave.

His grip this time will most likely leave a bruise as he spins me towards him and spits through his teeth, “You better learn to behave or I’ll…” he’s interrupted before his full threat can land.

“Everything okay here, Miss Peters?” My bodyguard Julian asks, and I hear his footsteps moving towards us, as Brad’s grip loosens instantly.

I keep my eyes on my soon to be fiancé as I respond to him. “Everything’s fine, Julian, Brad was just seeing me out, I’m ready to go home now please.” I don’t bother waiting to see if Brad disagrees, just turn on my heel and brush past Julian and head for our car.

It doesn’t take Julian long to match my pace and beat me to the door in time to open it for me, pulling the shattered phone from my hand as he does. I don’t even bother arguing with him, he has been with me long enough that I am comfortable just remaining silent. I get into the car, and when the door is slammed shut behind me I take my first real breath since leaving my father’s office.

Engaged.

I still can’t believe it, even as I flop back into the leather seats and replay the last hour in my head. I always knew my father did whatever it took to keep our family under a shiny spotlight, but I never thought he’d stoop this low. I guess I don’t know him as well as I thought I did.

The drive home calms me a little, and I appreciate Julian taking the long way down by the lake so I have some time to think. I take silent pleasure in the view as we cut through campus, go past the row of houses that all the sports teams live in, Josh included, and head towards my condo on the other side of the lake. Their house is the last of the official Campus housing and he shares one of the hockey houses with his buddies. I love that I get to live so close to him, especially given he is no doubt going to be drafted by the NHL next year, it’s our last chance to spend some quality time together.

By the time we pull up in front of the house, I spy my night shift guard Hector, waiting outside for me. My dad hired him and Julian right out of retirement from the military to watch over me. I find it ridiculous to even have guards, but they are both decent men and I find it easy to get along with them. Plus, we have an agreement that unless the outing is ‘official’ they just blend into the background of my life and stay out of my way. It works for them and it works for me, and half the time I forget they are even there.

Julian opens my door and greets Hector with a silent nod, no doubt waiting for me to disappear so he can brief him on my night. That assumption is basically proven when Hector holds out a box containing a brand new phone. If I had the energy, I would probably crack one of my usual jokes about how much they gossip, but not tonight.

Instead, I take the box wordlessly, nodding my thanks as I make my way up to the silent house. My roommate and best friend Hallie has gone to visit her parents for the weekend, and won’t be back until Sunday. We are usually quite independent of one another during the week, but after the shit show of my night I can’t help but wish she was here to vent to. When I unlock the door, I say goodnight to both men watching me and shut them and the rest of the world on the other side of it, locking it immediately. I flick on a few lights as I go, tossing my bag to the floor, and kicking off my heels as I head to the kitchen to grab a drink.

Once I have a much preferred bottle of beer in hand, I throw myself down onto the sofa and sigh in relief.

Freedom. For now at least.

A scoff leaves me before I can stop it, and I lean up to grab the brand new boxed phone that Hector gave me. I rip it out of the packaging and curse my father for having the means for the guards to just so easily replace it for me, but that doesn’t stop me from turning it on and immediately navigating to a new text thread.

Balancing it in one hand as I take another deep slug from my drink, I input my best friend’s number, and type out only a slightly melodramatic message before firing it off to her. Hallie is used to my theatrics by now, it’s what has kept her by my side since the third grade. She will have an answer to my problems, she just has to deal with my bullshit first. Laughing to myself, I finish off the bottle in my hand and lie back on the sofa while I wait for her reply.

Everything looks better once you’ve talked shit with your best friend, I’m sure this will be no different.

The bass of the music thrums through the walls as the warm, wet lips around my cock suck me into their willing mouth. There is probably a line forming outside the bathroom given it’s the only one downstairs in the house, but right now I don’t give a fuck, not until I blow my load down Brianna’s throat and release some of this postgame tension. Honestly, I could have given the whole party scene a miss tonight. I'm tired from our first game of the season, but the rest of the Flyers were in the mood to party after bagging our first win. As Captain I have to make sure the team is happy, so here we are.

I fist my hand into the puck bunny’s hair and thrust myself into her throat making her gag, but it’s still not enough. Brianna is one of the better lays out of the usual girls, but she has too many ideals in her head to take things any further than casual. It’s been a while since I have gone all the way with her because she kept getting too clingy, but I thought a blowjob from her was easier than patrolling for another girl.

Usually fucking her face is enough to clear my mind, but something about tonight just feels off, and she knows it too. Her exaggerated moans around my shaft are proof of that. She is putting on an unnecessary performance for someone whose mouth is filled with cock, but I just keep my focus on the feel of her tongue against my shaft. Noticing my lack of enthusiasm, she presses her hands into my abs, stroking them like it might affect me and make me come faster.

Spoiler alert - it won’t.

Pushing her hands off me, I rise to my full height from where I was leaning on the counter, and take over completely. Gripping both sides of her face to keep her still as I fuck her mouth hard and fast, relishing in the spit that drips from the corner of it, and the water spilling from her eyes. This, this is what I needed, a mindless release. Something to make me forget about my mom’s latest diagnosis and all the other shit going on in my life. Right now, the only thing that matters is that I won my first game as Captain, and that I am about to come down a pretty girl’s throat.

My cock slides along her tongue and with every moan she lets free it vibrates around my shaft. I feel that familiar tingle at the base of my spine and my dick begins to throb. Several more thrusts later and my cock explodes in her mouth, unleashing my cum down her throat.Fucking finally.

Stepping back as soon as I am finished, I let my cock fall from her mouth and tuck myself away, ignoring her completely as she struggles to keep my load in her mouth and scramble to her feet. I turn to wash my hands in the sink, internally rolling my eyes at how greasy they are from all the product in her hair. I pray she just leaves without another word, but just as I finish scrubbing them, I feel her arms curl around my waist. I huff, taking a deep breath to not lose my temper at her. She knows the rules, no touching once I’m done. She knows how much I hate it, but still every single time she tries. Pushing her off me for the second time tonight, I step away from her and move to dry my hands.

“Really, Nova? Are we still doing this? You can fuck my mouth but I can’t touch you?” Her tone is whiny and annoying, but after two years of her hanging around me and the team I am more than used to it.

“You know the rules, B,” I remind her with a shrug, which does nothing but piss her off more.

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