Page 21 of The Puck Secret

“You heard me,” he spits. “You know I can’t stand you or your fucking family, so go and throw yourself at someone else.” I almost scoff.The audacity of this asshole.

He moves to take a step back, but before he can create any distance between us a rage bubbles up inside of me, and I snap, pushing him back with as much force as I can manage. “Throw myself at you? I ask if you are okay and you think I am throwing myself at you?” I shake my head in disbelief. “God, are you that fucking starved of non-sexual attention that you can’t remember what it looks like anymore?” I lean down and grab my bag off the floor, before searing him with one final look. “Seriously, Nova, get the fuck over yourself.”

I storm from the building before he can even attempt to respond or catch up with me, and it’s that quiet anger that pushes me into a power walk half way across campus, until I reach that prick's house and head inside in search of Hallie.

When she sees me her eyes light up as she squeals, “Here she is!” I can tell she has already had a couple of drinks, but she immediately grabs a shot glass and a bottle of tequila and starts pouring one for me.What an angel.

Archer and Alex cheer her on as she holds out the shot for me, but when I reach her, I ignore it completely, snatching the bottle from her hand instead. I toss my head back and pour the liquid straight down my throat, relishing in the burn as it slides down, until I have cleared at least three gulps. That should make me feel better.

“Fuck, Wendy, are you alright?” I hear concern in Hallie’s tone, but instead of saying I was abandoned by my brother and verbally assaulted by his douche of a teammate, I just smile.

“I am now.” I hold the bottle up in silent cheers, and knock back another gulp until I can feel the warmth start to spread throughout my body.

My eyes flick across the room as Nova enters the house, ignoring everyone and walking straight upstairs, and at the same time I spy Brad flirting with a girl in the corner. I scoff a laugh, taking another drink, and smile up at Alexander Reign as he pulls me into their group and starts telling some story about a threesome he had. Booze and boys, I can’t think of a better combination to cheer me up.

Fuck my family, fuck Brad, and fuck Nova Darkmore.

I spend the next couple of hours drinking, dancing, and having fun. I make a point of ignoring Brad and his hoard of girls, and Josh never bothers to show up to the party at all, so for once I feel free. We are all on the back deck and I watch in amusement from my spot leaning against the rail, as Archer tries and fails to make Hallie good at beer pong. Watching them in my drunken haze I think I finally get it, the friendship between them. He looks at her in a protective way, not a possessive way, like he has taken her under his wing. It’s nice.

We’ve spent the night all getting to know each other better, and I feel bitter for Josh always warning me away from this scene. Why does he get to have this and I don’t? Don’t I deserve to have fun too? As that question enters my mind, I spy Brad dragging a girl from the house into the garden.

I scoff drunkenly, as I yell his own words back at him. “Remember the deal, darling,” I drawl sarcastically. He looks over his shoulder, and I see an evil tint in his eye as he drags the girl towards him and sticks his tongue down her throat.

I almost gag at the sight, but it’s his cocky smirk that pushes me over the edge. He thinks he is the only one who can play around with this stupid arrangement and get away with it. He’s so much like my father that it makes me sick, and when I turn and spy Alexander Reign heading inside, an idea forms in my head.

Oh Brad Darling, two can play that game, and I always play to win, and it’s time to bag myself a teammate.

The whiskey bottle in my hand does nothing to improve my mood, and I have been drinking from it for almost two hours. I am more than half buzzed, and all I can see is my father’s smug fucking face as he lectured me about fighting during a game. I don’t know what’s worse, that he actually thought he had the right to, or that his words affected me this much. I don’t know why I let him get to me, and I wish I had never even called him, but I don’t have another choice.

I didn’t bring up my mother tonight, and he didn’t bother to ask how she was, he just jumped straight into the only thing that connects us, hockey. He watched my whole game with a couple of his buddies, no doubt bragging about the talent of his only son following in his footsteps. Then I was forced to listen to how he would have done it, and the things I apparently need to work on. It’s clear the man doesn’t know one thing about being a father, yet he rounded up the night by inviting me to a family dinner with his wife, so I guess I get the joy of enduring some more of his attention soon.

When I take another sip and it does nothing to dull the anger inside of me, I get off the bed and discard it on my dresser. I think about heading down to the party currently going on and losing myself in the music and people, but that will probably make me feel even worse. The last thing I need right now is another night of empty partying. Plus I changed into shorts and a tank top as soon as I got into my room, and I have no desire to get dressed and indulge people.

As if that thought conjures someone, my door rattles like someone is trying to get in and I scowl. Most people at these parties know that my room is off limits unless I have invited them in, so who the fuck is trying to get in my door? I storm towards it, unlocking it, and throwing it open to find a pair of eyes staring up at me in drunken confusion.

“I’m getting really sick of opening doors and finding you on the other side of them, Princess,” I sigh, rubbing my hand down my jaw in exhaustion.

Maddie Peters stares up at me with her head cocked to the side like she is assessing me. “Oh, it’s you.” Her stare looks back down the hallway as if she wasn’t expecting to find me, which is dumb considering she is the one knocking on my bedroom door.

I open my mouth to ask her what the hell she is doing, but she beats me to it. “Oh, fuck it.” She throws herself towards me, pushing us both back into my room until she can shut the door behind us and lean against it.

Again I try to speak, but she holds her hand up and silences me. “Just be quiet for a second.”

Her stare travels up and down the length of my body while she quietly inspects me, and I can’t do anything but return the favor. I can tell from the glazed look in her eyes, that aren’t lined in anger for a change, that she is a little drunk. Her hair is messy as if she has been running her hands through it, and she is wearing tight fitted pants that mold to her curves, and a corset-type looking top thing that pushes her tits together in a glorious way.

These are things I definitely should not be focused on, and instead I try to focus on the crazy girl who has barged in my room. “Did you just come here to glare at me?” I ask, completely bewildered by her presence in my room, and I’ve had a lot of fucking girls in here. None of them that I hate the way I do her.

Every other time I always knew what they were here for, but this is not one of those times. Maddie continues to stare at me, chewing her bottom lip as if she is at war with herself, before she finally straightens her shoulders and announces, “No, I came here to suck your dick.”

I almost choke on my tongue as her words roll over me, and worse, she is already reaching for my shorts. I’ve had plenty of girls throw themselves at me before, but they are the last words I ever expected to come out ofhermouth. She drops to her knees, grabbing at me again until I manage to grip her hands between mine and hold them against me.

My hold on her makes her freeze, as she looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “What’s the matter, Darkmore, not in the mood to play with me?” Her tone is light and teasing, and nothing like the way she usually speaks to me, but given how I normally speak to her, who can blame her.

Her palm flattens against my stomach as she challenges me with her stare, and it’s something in that stare that has me asking, “I can’t play if I don’t know the rules.” I don’t even know why I say that, but I am intoxicated by the sight of her sitting at my feet begging to taste me. If only her father and brother could see her now.

She smiles as she drags her hand slowly down towards my shaft, teasing me above the fabric of my shorts as she purrs, “The rules are simple, there are none.” She finds my cock that is standing at half mast and squeezes it gently, coaxing him to life as she takes in my expression. “What? Are you saying you don't want this? That you don’t want to punish my mouth, not even a little bit?”

Punish her mouth, fuck, I want to punish a lot more than that. The thought burns through me like fire as I think about her, and her family, and suddenly the thought of silencing her with my cock sounds like a dream come true. I slide my grip from where it still holds her hand, so it moves up her arm towards her neck, pushing it through her hair and gripping it until I can tilt her head back. She smiles beneath my rough touch, and I can feel my cock aching to come out and play.

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