Page 40 of The Puck Secret

“Those are only the rules for you,” he says, dropping me to my feet, and reaching down to start dragging my dress down my shoulders. He groans at the sight of my tits, and doesn’t stop until the dress is pooled at my feet.

“I thought you only liked to break the rules?” I ask, teasing him in an attempt to control my anxiety, and the fucker smirks as he pushes me down to sit on the edge of his bed.

“What do you think I’m doing, Princess, I’m about to bang the Mayor’s daughter in my bed, if that isn’t breaking a rule, I don’t know what is.” He drops to his knees as he shucks off his jacket, and then he is unzipping his jeans and dragging his cock through the wetness between my thighs.

I groan, tipping my head back as I push against him and ask, “And letting your friend come on my tits? Was that another rule?” I hear his growl against my neck, as he drops his head to my shoulder and thrusts inside of me without warning.

“That,” he grits out. “Was a test.” He fucks me hard and deep, cutting off any other words from my mouth that aren’t moans of his name, as I hold onto his shoulders and let him own me.

His hands and mouth are everywhere, and when he drops his lips down my neck and across my chest, I groan out loud as he cleans off his teammate’s release from my skin without a care. His movements are fast and erratic like he can’t get enough, like he is trying to lose himself inside of me, and when I feel myself crest towards another orgasm, I grip his face and force his stare to mine, getting lost in his eyes.

We watch each other as he fucks me until I fall apart, clutching his arms as I moan out his name, and I swear it’s like it flips a switch inside of him. I come around his cock and then his rough thrusts turn into slow rolling grinds of his hips, filling me so completely that I can feel myself falling down a hole I won’t be able to escape from.

When he comes this time, it’s with my arms around his neck, and his forehead pressed against mine, as he groans out my name. Our lips are so close they are almost touching, and I can feel his heart beating against my chest in time with my own. His breath is warm against my mouth as he whispers, “Remember who you belong to now, Princess.”

I don’t say a word as he lifts us up, and moves us until I am laying back against one of his pillows. Then he pulls out of me and retreats to the bathroom, returning with a warm wet cloth, and cleaning me up once more before he tosses it aside and loses his jeans, leaving him in just a tank and his boxers. The last thing I remember before falling asleep is him turning off the light and climbing in bed behind me, with the bass of the party still thumping deep beneath us. We crossed a line tonight, one we can’t uncross, and one I want to cross again and again tomorrow.

Apounding in my head wakes me and as I rouse from a deep sleep, a looming heat engulfing my entire body from top to bottom.What the hell?My eyes flick open and scan the unfamiliar room in confusion, until I feel the palm of a hand tighten against my lower stomach, and then it all comes rushing back.Fuck.I’m at Nova’s house, in Nova’s bed, after letting him fuck me.Twice. Fuck this is bad, so so bad. I need to get out of here.

My eyes scan the room again, noting the details I didn’t take in last night, or the first night I came here, both times too drunk and horny to notice. It’s clean for a guy's room, not what I expect when I think about college hockey players. There is a door in the corner that I presume leads to an ensuite, a dresser by the door, a closet on the other side, and then a desk and bookcase along the wall opposite the bed. A mirror stands in the corner, and I can see our reflection in it as we remain cocooned in his bed.

I’m still shocked that he insisted I stay here, and even more shocked that he seems to be a cuddler. Who would have thought? I roll onto my back and study him in the morning light. He is still wearing the same tank top and shorts he went to sleep in, and his hair is all messed up against the pillow. He looks peaceful, calm, nothing like the usual Nova that I deal with on a daily basis, and I almost smile at the comparison. I wonder how many people have seen him like this? It’s that thought that sobers me up, as I think about how many girls he must have had in here.Gross.

I slowly slide his hand off my stomach and roll to the edge of the bed as silently as humanly possible, careful not to wake him. I’m still naked from last night, and in the harsh light of the morning, I feel worse than just my hangover. I can’t believe I had sex with him, and not just that, but I sucked Alexander’s cock. What the hell was I thinking? How am I ever going to face either of them again? And god what the hell am I going to do if Josh finds out? He will kill me, and them. This is such a fucking mess.

Reaching down, I retrieve my discarded costume from the floor, trying not to remember how his hands ripped it off my body, and shimmy it back on as quietly as I can manage. I look around for my shoes before finding them at the foot of the bed, then pick them up and move towards the door.

“Really? Not even a good morning blow job before you try and run from me?” His voice is rough and a little grizzly as it cuts through the silence of the room, and it freezes me in place.

My entire body turns to jelly as I turn around to face him. Gone is the calm and peaceful sleeping Nova, and in his place is the cocky and charming Nova I am used to. His muscular arms are now hugging his pillow, as his eyes drag over my skin from head to toe, a knowing smirk pulling on the corner of his mouth. A smirk that says I’ve seen you naked. My mouth is completely dry and empty of any words in the English dictionary. I have no clue how to act or what to say to him, so instead, I remain silent, praying he makes this easy on me.

“Wow, if I knew the way to finally shut you up was to fuck you, I’d have done it years ago, Princess.” His smirk turns into a full on grin, and all it does is remind me of how damn attractive he is. I mentally high five myself for the hot sex we had last night, but still I can’t find a single word to say to him. He shakes his head with a sigh, the grin falling from his mouth as he no doubt takes my silence for regret. “Come on, I'll take you home.” He sits up, rolling out his shoulders and moving to leave the bed in search of clothes in order to do just that, when I stop him.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, clearing my dry throat and finally finding something to say. “I have a ride.” Hector or Julian will be waiting outside for me, depending on who is on shift right now, and I see Nova’s stare darkening, so I quickly add, “My guard, he will be waiting outside for me.” I already feel bad for making them wait outside all night for me, the longer I take the worse that feeling gets.

Nova shakes his head, that smirk curving back around his lips. “Of course he is, Princess.” He rolls his eyes, but still gets out of bed, and I try to ignore how good he looks as he reaches down and grabs something from one of his drawers. “Here,” he adds, tossing the thing in his hand to me. I almost drop my shoes when I rush to catch it before it falls, and it’s only when I have it in my hands that I notice it’s one of his jerseys.

I look at him in confusion. “What’s this for?” Even I can hear the panic in my voice as I worry about this being some token of our new found situation, but he has to know last night was a one time thing. Okay maybe it was a three time thing if you count the other two interactions we had, but it can’t happen again.

Nova doesn’t seem to share my panic as he leans back against his dresser, watching me closely. “Well, as much as I enjoy looking at your tits, I’m not sure I want everyone else seeing them.” He nods towards my dress, reminding me how risky my costume was for his birthday, and the fact I’m not wearing anything underneath.

Hesitating for only a second, I nod in thanks, and slip the jersey on over my head, ignoring the assault of his masculine scent as it engulfs me once more, just like last night. Now I am left awkwardly staring at him without another word to say, before I nod my head again and slip out of his room quietly. Thankfully the hallway is empty, and I release a deep breath as I move towards the stairs and get closer to my escape.

I make it all the way to the bottom before I smack right into Alexander. Heat drowns me from head to toe as we lock eyes, but before embarrassment and regret can claim me, I note the dark bruising under his swollen stare, and the small cut to his lip. “Oh my god, Alexander, are you okay? What happened to your face?”

His own eyes assess me, like he was expecting to find marks on my own skin, and I know the moment he sees something when his eyes lock on my neck. I reach up to the side of my throat and sure enough the skin feels bruised and tender, but his eyes remain cold and detached. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Peters, it’s beneath you.”

I can’t help but blanch back from his words, and when I focus more closely on his face, I watch as his stare rises above my head, settling behind me. I flick my eyes up, following his stare, and find Nova watching us at the top of the stairs. I drop my eyes down to his hands and it’s only now that I notice the red marks across his knuckles.

Turning back to Alexander, I whisper, “Nova did that to you?” I don’t know why I ask the question when the answer is already right in my face, but I just need the confirmation.

Alexander nods, his eyes never leaving his teammates. “I deserved it,” he shrugs, finally letting his stare drop back to mine as he adds, “I touched something that belongs to him.” He pushes past me and moves towards the kitchen, where I find Archer and Jake watching me with knowing smiles on their faces.

It’s only then that I feel Nova’s presence against my back, and their smiles only widen. Even Alexander hides a smirk behind his coffee mug as all three of them stare at us. “Good Morning, Madeliene,” Archer coos playfully. “Fancy seeing you here so early in the morning, I didn’t know my best friend allowed sleepovers in his bed.”

The blush creeps up my neck, but I hold my voice firm and confident as I toss back, “And how do you know I didn’t just get here, Gray?” My words are bolder than I feel, and all they do is make his grin even wider.

“Oh yeah? Then how about you take that jersey off and let me see what’s underneath.” He nods towards my clothes and the blush on my face burns even hotter. “Come on, give us a flash of what has Darkmore so pussy-whipped.”

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