Page 52 of Puck Right Off

Her words are on repeat inside my head, especially the lastthing she said.“The guilt you’re feeling would destroy them.”I hadn’t thought of it from their perspective before.

Jordyn leans over, placing a kiss on the tip of my nose. “My opinion of you has changed.”

Panic fills me as my eyes dart to hers, searching them for the disappointment and disgust I’m certain she’s feeling.

“You’re even more amazing than I previously thought. You’ve been through so much, yet somehow found the courage to not only get up and carry on but get back on the ice as well, playing like a hockey god.”

My body sags into the mattress, relief filling me. “I’m glad you’re not leaving me.” I tighten my arms around her like a vice. “Not that I’d let you go anywhere. Not now. And not ever.” I give her a smile, my finger tracing over her face as though I’m memorizing every inch of it. “It wasn’t easy at all.”

“I was so depressed that I couldn’t get out of bed. My grandma came home for the funeral, staying in my parent’s house. I was supposed to return to campus afterward, but I couldn’t. I took the rest of the semester off and lived with my grandma in a house full of memories that were slowly killing me.”

“Oh, Tristan. I’m sorry. Depression is natural when there’s so much love between you and your loved ones. After my dad died, one of our neighbors told me I was fortunate to love someone so much to grieve so hard. I thought she was crazy until she said that some people have such shitty relationships with their families that when one of them dies, they grieve very little, if at all.”

“You keep giving me new perspectives, kitten.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” Her smile is so full of love that it leaves me breathless.

I shouldn’t ask the next question, but I’m dying to know the answer. “Are you gonna stick with me, even though you’re worried about Josh findingout about us?”

Her expression falls, and my heart drops into my stomach. Avoiding eye contact, long lashes rest on her cheeks as she traces slow circles over my chest. My anxiety is spiraling out of control as I watch her, a wave of dizziness washing over me. My thoughts spiral, imagining life without her and the way she makes me feel. How much easier it is to breathe around her. All the things she makes me feel that I’ve never felt before.

Her gaze lifts, locking with mine. A slow smile curls her lips, causing my heart to beat faster as hope fills my chest. “You’re worth the risk, puck boy.”

I’m so fucking happy that I roll with her so I’m on top of her, putting my ribs through agony and stealing my breath. She squeaks in surprise, and I grin before kissing her like I own every piece of her, relishing in the taste of her lips. “Or hockey god.” My lips capture hers again. “Or sex god.”

She slaps her hand against my chest, laughing. “Yeah, like I need to make your ego any bigger.”

My voice is husky. “You’re not denying I’m a sex god. I’ll take the compliment.” I wink at her before losing myself in her kiss.

For once, I don’t feel guilty that the happiness she makes me feel takes away the loss and grief I’ve been living with.

“How about I reward you before we talk about your dad?”

“Is this the part where you ask me to get a book from my room?”

“No… I just ask you to pull up one of your books on your phone.”I’m so obsessed with her, she has no idea I’ve become a fucking stalker.

Her brows draw in. “What? How do you know there are books on my phone?”

“You’re a heavy sleeper. I snuck into your room and looked through your phone. Then I took a screenshot of the book page you’d been reading and skimmed through it. Thatbook you’re reading is hotter than hell. It took everything I had not to strip you naked and have my way with you.”

“You’re terrible. When did you do that?”

“I’m not telling.”

She pouts before her brows draw together in anger. “Then I’m not sitting on your face.”

“The hell you’re not. You’re gonna wear my jersey while you ride my face until your juices drip down my chin.”

“Not until?—”

I’m on my knees, pulling her up with me. Once I get her on her feet, I strip her, then pull my jersey over her head. She fights me, of course, which just makes it hotter.

Pulling her against me, I kiss the hell out of her, devouring her mouth, while my hand slides to her soaked pussy. “Mmmm… so fucking wet. Don’t tell me you don’t want to sit on my face because I’ll call you a damn liar.”

She blushes, her eyes full of desire as I shove two fingers inside her. “Fuck, Tristan.”

I smirk at her, teasing her until she’s a whimpering mess before I pull my fingers out of her and climb onto the bed. She’s hesitant as she climbs on the bed. Grabbing her, I ignore how much the pain in my ribs makes me want to scream, dragging her so she’s hovering over my face. “Sit.”

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