Page 51 of The Puck Secret

He remembered. The night he walked me home I told him that Hallie doesn’t like people touching her. I didn’t tell him why, or get into it any further, but he remembered. He didn’t care what the reason was, or ask me why, he just saw something that he knew would make her uncomfortable and he reacted. My heart threatens to explode inside of my chest as I nod at his explanation, my body free falling into the tornado that is Nova Darkmore.

“Thank you,” I all but whisper, the words barely coming out, then I am turning on my heels and fleeing before I do something stupid like kiss him in front of them all.

When I reach Josh and Hallie, my brother’s eyes are assessing Nova with a darkening expression, but Hallie just grabs my arm and pushes me outside, slipping the swapped hotel room key from Archer into my hand. “He definitely deserves his baguette eaten for that,” she leans over and whispers with a smile, and I choke out a surprised laugh.

Yes, yes he does.

Ihave no idea what just happened. One minute I was in Coach’s office listening to him tell me what a good game I had, and that there were scouts in the stands watching, and the next, I had my hand around that guy’s throat. I wasn’t lying to Maddie. I did see that guy with his hands on her best friend, and I remember what she told me about her not liking to be touched, but mostly, it was pure jealousy at the thought of him or his friend doing the same to her. My head is so completely fucked, but I know one thing more than any other. I need to make Madeline Peters mine.

Reign nudges my shoulder, knocking me out of the trance she left me in. “You okay, Cap?” I watch her leave with her brother, feeling nothing but the need to claim her, possess her, fucking shout that she is mine, until she is completely out of sight.

I tear my stare away from the now empty exit and look towards my teammate as I reply, “Not even a little bit, Reign.”

My teammate’s face is knowing as I reach down to pick up my discarded bag from the floor, and slowly start to make my way outside. The hotel is only across the street, and I make a quick detour to the gift shop to pick up a little something for my mom, like I always do when I play out of town. It’s a little ritual of ours, only this time it reminds me that my dad still hasn’t called me back. I pull my phone out and shoot off yet another message to him, and then I make my way through the hotel. The lobby is filled with people and it takes forever to get up to my room, and by the time I do, all I feel like doing is collapsing onto my bed.

Music is already playing on the other side of my hotel room door, and as I swipe my key I shake my head at my best friend. Never one to enjoy a little downtime. “Arch, where the hell did you disappear to man?” I ask, slamming the door behind me and moving deeper into the room, only to stop dead in my tracks as I find my bed occupied.

Except it isn’t my best friend waiting for me. No, it’s the Mayor’s daughter, who is sitting in nothing but a Flyer’s jersey at the end of my bed. The one who has done nothing but tempt me and defy me, the one who is going to become mine in every way and she doesn’t even know it yet.

I dump my bag on the floor instantly, my hungry gaze trailing over every inch of exposed skin she has on display, as she silently watches me in return. “How did you get in my room, Princess?” I ask, pulling at the tie around my neck to loosen it, her eyes tracking my every move.

“I can be persuasive when I want to be,” she purrs, and I laugh, of that I have no doubt. She has had me in a fucking chokehold for weeks now.

I start to unbutton my shirt, taking a few steps closer as I nod my head to her own. “I told you I didn’t wanna see you in that fucking jersey again. I’m not joking Maddie, you wear my number or no one’s.” I don’t know when this need to claim her started, but I want everyone to know exactly who she belongs to.

A smirk curls at the corner of her mouth as she slowly starts to rise to her feet. “I didn’t know you were the possessive type,” she muses.Yeah, me neither princess.

“Only with things that belong to me,” I grunt back, mesmerized by the long length of her bare legs, and the need to have them wrapped around me.

“And do I?” she asks almost innocently. “Belong to you that is?” Her question is paired with the turn of her body, as she reaches up to hold the waves of her hair to reveal the number nineteen spread across her back, my name right above it.

Fuck.

Sheiswearing my jersey, the bottom of it flowing down to her mid thigh. I’ve seen her in dresses shorter, I mean fuck, her halloween outfit almost brought me to my knees, but this. Her, here, my jersey, my fucking name across her back, I am so done for.

I erase the distance between us in three quick strides, crowding into her back and curling my arms around her stomach as I press myself against her. “You’re wearing my jersey, Princess,” I grumble into her ear as our eyes lock in the mirror in front of us. “You know what that means don’t you?” My hands splay out flat as I dig my hardening cock into her ass to show her what she is doing to me. She shakes her head slowly, her stare never leaving mine as she presses back against it, making me groan. “It means you’re mine now, baby,” I grit through my teeth. “It means from now on you only wear my fucking jersey, sleep in my fucking bed, and scream my fucking name.” I curse every word into the side of her neck, dragging my lips and tongue up the column of her throat, just so desperate for a taste of her.

“I’m yours,” she gasps, almost as if she is saying something else silently, before she adds, “I’m here right now, so what are you going to do to me, Darkmore?”

I smirk as I let my teeth sink into the juncture of her neck, almost lost to the sarcastic drawl of her voice. “Keep that attitude up, Princess, you know how much I love that mouth.” Before she can even respond, I spin her in my hold and place my hands on her shoulders. “Now be a good girl and kneel for me.” I don’t wait for her to answer, I just push her down to the floor until she is kneeling at my feet and waiting for instruction.

Then I continue to take off the rest of my shirt, pulling the tank off afterwards, and watching as her eyes trail across the black ink on my torso as she sees it for the first time. This is going to be different than the other times we have spent together. This isn’t a quick fumble in the bathroom, or a rushed fuck in the library, this is me claiming her, touching and tasting every inch of her body until she is begging me to stop. This is me making her mine.

My hands undo my belt and pants, shoving them down my legs with my boxers and leaving me completely bare to her, my cock already hard and standing to attention. Her eyes drop down to it as she absent-mindedly licks her lips in preparation. I grip myself, tightening my fist around the base of my cock and pumping it a few times as I reach out with my other hand and cup the back of her neck.

“Stick your tongue out for me, Princess.” She obeys instantly and I feel my cock jump in my hands as she does. “Fuckkk,” I drag out slowly, pushing myself against her waiting tongue. “I forgot what a good girl you are for me.” I press my cock deeper into her mouth, but with defiant eyes she just watches me, and when I pull back she smirks.

“You told me to stick out my tongue, you didn’t tell me to suck,” she shrugs innocently, as if my hard glistening cock isn’t ready to fuck her mouth hard, her eyes watching me with anticipation.

“Such a smart fucking mouth, Princess.” I shake my head, gripping her neck even tighter in my hand. “Let’s try again shall we?” I ask, swiping some of the pre-cum from my cock and smudging it against her lips before dropping my hand down to her throat. “Open your mouth and suck so I can fuck this pretty little throat.”

She opens her mouth, and before she can decide whether it is to respond or obey, I shove my cock past her lips to silence her. Her eyes widen a little, but I feel the sharp intake of breath through her nose as she hollows out her cheeks to accommodate me. Fuck, I forgot how warm and wet her mouth feels wrapped around my dick, and I can’t help but tighten my hold as it slides into her hair.

I pull out slowly, dragging against her tongue before she swirls it around my tip, eyes fixed on mine as she teases me. Holding my stare she rubs her tongue along the underside of my shaft, before sucking the head into her mouth and making me gasp as her hand grips my base. I let her repeat this motion over and over until I can’t take it anymore. I bat her hand away and slowly thrust back into her mouth until I hit the back of her throat, holding myself there for a couple of seconds until tears gather in her eyes.

Then my hips start to move, bucking in and out of her mouth faster and faster, shoving my cock deeper, and relishing in every gag and moan that slips out around my thick length. My cock is long and she takes every inch of it beautifully, not that I’m surprised after that night in my room and how she handled Reign, a thought that only makes me fuck her pretty mouth even harder. Watching her with him was both erotic and infuriating, and as if she knows where my mind has gone, she places her hands on my torso, pulling me back in.

The heat of her palms against my bare skin, the tightness of her throat around my cock, the alluring stare of her eyes as she watches me fuck her mouth, all of it undoes me completely. I feel my abs clench beneath her touch as my orgasm barrels towards me, my spine tingling in anticipation. I move both my hands to grip her hair, titling her neck even more as I thrust even faster into her waiting mouth. My eyes flick to the mirror behind us, watching her head bob back and forth on my dick eagerly, my jersey moving with her. Fuck she looks good with my name and number on her back.

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