Page 24 of The Puck Secret

Locking the door behind me, I head to the back of the house and slide open the patio door quietly, slipping out into the dawn and closing it behind me. I take my usual seat in the comfy chair in the corner, and bring my feet up to rest on the little porch deck that surrounds the house. The lake is still this early in the morning, not tainted by anyone sailing, no ripples from children feeding the ducks. It’s just peaceful.

I pull my phone from my pocket and see another message waiting for me, ignoring the flutters it causes in my stomach.

The Lonely Charm: I doubt I would get along with anyone who covets your attention Grim, I want you all to myself.

His words turn those flutters into full on tornadoes as I imagine him having me. God what it would be like to have those abs hovering above me as he pounded into me. Would he be soft? Gentle? Or would he be rough and hard? I think I would enjoy both, especially with him. My imagination starts to run wild with possibilities, and when my phone vibrates again I almost drop my coffee all over me.

The Lonely Charm: Like someone smart once told me - always pay your debts.

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Those glorious abs shine up brightly from my screen, and the picture is so close that I can see every defined muscle in his torso, including the defined v shape that dips down into his shorts. Now my thoughts turn to his cock, one I have a video of safely tucked away in my phone, that I know I will definitely be revisiting with Harold later, especially after last night.

It’s that thought that makes me think of Nova again, and his cock. I can barely remember looking at it. No, instead I was too busy shoving it down my throat like I was going for the deep-throat championships. I feel myself blush for the hundredth time this morning, as I choke down a swill of coffee to try and calm my now rapidly beating heart rate. God why do I get myself into these situations?

I put my phone away and vow to stop flirting with my Charmer and stop things from going any further than they already are. It’s not fair to him or me, and I don’t want to make him think there is a possibility of more when there isn’t. Christmas is only a couple months away, and unless a miracle happens, I will become engaged to Brad and be forced to stand by his side like a dutiful fiancée.

I also vow to avoid hockey players with dicks I have eagerly sucked.

I take another sip of my coffee and smile to myself and my new vows, they should definitely keep me out of trouble.

The sweat pours off me as I deadlift the bar in front of me. I am on my fourth set, and I can feel my arms straining as I lower it to the floor for the final time. I’m spent, yet still there is this unrestrained energy burning off of me. It’s been there the last few days, and I’m finding it hard to shake it off. I would put it down to the confrontation with my dad, but every time I try and think about that, another image clouds my mind.

Madeline Peters on her goddamn knees.

Five days, five fucking days, and I can still see it so perfectly it’s as if she is in front of me. Feel the smooth length of her hair gripped into my palms, feel the wet warmth of her tongue as it scrapes against my shaft, and feel the tightening of her perfect little throat around my length. I fucking hate her, but the image of her sucking my cock like her life depended on it is imprinted into my brain and it won’t go away. Fuck, I can feel myself getting hard again at just the thoughts, and I have to grab my towel so I can conceal my fucking boner from the rest of the gym.

Unfortunately for me, my best friend never misses a thing. “Looking a little tense there, Darkmore.” I turn to find Archer smiling at me from where he rests on his weight machine.

“Get fucked, Gray!” I call out, flipping him off at the same time.

The bastard has not left me alone since he saw Maddie leaving my bedroom, and has since painted a number of filthy visuals in an attempt to try and get me to tell him what happened. I didn’t confirm or deny anything, but every scenario just dug deeper under my skin as I thought about them being true. If I had to guess, I would have said someone like her was timid, tame, vanilla for lack of a better word, but the way she swallowed my cock made me rethink everything.

I still fucking hate her, but now all I want to do is force her to her knees and watch her choke on my dick again. Punish her throat for every sin her father ever committed, and let her take my cum as a reward. It’s both maddening and intriguing, and completely throwing me off my fucking game.

Then there is Grim, my little text affair who could turn into so much more, if she would just give up this anonymous facade she has forced us to hide behind. She would be the perfect distraction to make me forget about what would ultimately be my downfall. We speak constantly, every day, and most nights I fuck my fist so hard to images of her that I am surprised the fucker hasn’t fallen off. The only night we didn’t talk is the night I spent with Maddie, which just makes me feel like a piece of shit. I don’t owe anything to Grim, we haven’t set any parameters in this weird situation, but I can’t help but feel like I should tell her about what happened. Or at least ask her what the fuck is going on with us.

Deciding that I am done with my workout, too distracted to go on anyway, I head into the showers, thankful my hard-on has now disappeared. I make quick work of rinsing off so I can be sure I make it to class on time, and move to get dressed for the day. Archer follows soon after, and given we have the same first class, we wait for one another so we can leave the gym together.

As we push through the doors we spot a couple of bunnies lingering around, which is normal behavior for them, but it’s one particular bunny that has me groaning inward as she moves towards us.

“Hello boys,” Brianna purrs, biting her lip seductively like she thinks it actually makes her look good. God why the fuck did I let her near me again? She is staring at me intensely, like she could devour my soul or some shit, as she waits for me to answer.

Thankfully Archer takes the lead. “What do you want, Brianna?”

I see her eyes flicker a little in annoyance as she finally moves her stare from me to him, but she hides it quickly, dipping her hand into her bag and pulling out two envelopes. “Just wanted to give these to you personally.” She hands the envelopes out to us, Archer taking his without pause, but I just stare at the remaining one in her hand.

“What is it?” I ask, not wanting any part in this conversation, or whatever the fuck is in the envelope. I should have kept my distance from her, and I won’t be making that same mistake again this season.

Her eyes flick to mine again, sparkling in delight as I finally address her, and I watch as she subtly pushes her chest out towards me. “It’s an invite for my birthday party, I’m turning twenty-one.” She winks at the end of the sentence, as if there is some private joke hidden there or something.

I ignore her desperate attempts for attention and force a smile as I say, “I can’t make it.”

A frown lines her face as she holds the envelope out to me again. “You don’t even know when it is yet,” she snaps in slight irritation, and I hear Archer smother a laugh beside me.

“Enlighten me,” I seethe through gritted teeth, my patience wearing thin, especially when I spy a flash of familiar blond hair across the quad from us.Hair I have had wrapped up in my fists.

Brianna flicks her own hair, not even picking up on my anger, as she launches into the tale of her birthday party of which I am no longer focused on, not that I gave a fuck anyway. No, instead my attention is on the little temptress who barged into my room, dropped to her knees, and let me fuck her throat so beautifully. I watch as she laughs at something her friend says, tossing her golden head of hair back so effortlessly that all I can think about is gripping hold of it again. She wouldn’t be smiling then, no instead she’d be at my mercy, begging once more until I gave in to this new found need inside of me.

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