Page 41 of The Puck Player

“Like you weren’t an insufferable fucking dick when you were pining for him,” I snap back, gesturing to Daemon at his side, and the latter smirks.

“Was that before or after you enjoyed a foursome together?” Daemon asks, his eyes looking lighter every day the more time he spends with Archer, and I roll my own in response.

“Like I didn’t see you both making fucking eyes at one another while he was balls deep in that bunny, and don’t even get me started on what you both did in the kitchen,” I toss back, glaring at them both, and the two of them promptly shut up, sharing a knowing look. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I snap, moving my stare back to Aubree and the fucking leech hanging off her.

“What the fuck did you do in the kitchen?” Nova asks, before he quickly adds, “In fact, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”

“What? The kitchen is for eating, right?” Archer replies with a smirk, dancing his hand along Daemon’s thigh in an attempt to rile him up.

“Food, not cock,” I grumble, making Nova whip his head to them in surprise, focused more on Daemon than Archer, but Daemon only shrugs.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” the brooding man murmurs, making Archer grip his leg in need.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to my room, I’m starving,” Archer tells him, waggling his brows, and Daemon discards his drink instantly, dragging him up and toward the stairs.

“If I have to hear them fuck one more time, I think my ears might bleed,” Nova complains, and I smirk into my drink.

“I also share a wall with you, remember? So don’t think I’m not as well-versed in all of your night time activities as I amtheirs.” My words are meant as a joke, but in my drunken haze, I forget our past.

“I remember exactly how well you know mine and my girl’s kinks, Reign,” he snaps back, and where I’d once shake my head at the lingering jealousy he still has over our very mouths-on game of truth or dare, I fear I now understand him better than I ever did.

So I remain silent, in favor of focusing on the little siren I am obsessed with.

She kissed me. She fucking kissed me, threw herself at me, and what the fuck did I do? I pushed her off and told her no. I took what I had been desperate for since the moment I saw her, and denied myself the pleasure of having it. Clearly I was a fucking saint in a previous life, because not once have I ever showed that level of restraint in all my years on earth. One minute I was standing there, hoping I hadn’t gone overboard with the daisies, and the next she was throwing herself into my arms, slamming her lips against mine. I almost died right there, ready to just claim her as my own, consequences be damned, but I couldn’t.

I want Aubree Callows more than I have ever wanted fucking anything, but not while she still belongs to someone else. And it’s not like she wants me, yesterday was just an emotional day for her and she let it get the better of her, nothing more. Which is now more evident than ever, as I watch her boyfriend drag his mouth along the column of her throat. My fist tightens around the glass in my hand, telling myself it’s too much to smash it into his face simply for touching her.

She belongs to him. Not me.

Finishing my drink, I rise to my feet and stalk back to the kitchen, making quick work of rustling up another batch of cocktails to distract myself. I go a lot heavier on the tequila this time, and skip the stupid pink lemonade I bought for herearlier completely. I should have known things wouldn’t stay the same between us after yesterday, but I had a shred of hope that we could just move past it, and I could just pretend she isn’t everything I fucking want.

When my eyes landed on the girl’s seats at the game earlier, finding hers empty, I felt worse than I thought I would. She might not be my girl, or wear my jersey, but for the past few weeks I got used to seeing her there, laughing and smiling and chanting my name. I thought eventually she would see how much of a spineless dick her boyfriend is, and our friendship could eventually become more.

A thought that now tastes bitter on my tongue, as I reach for the tequila again and splash even more than I already had into the jug. I can feel Aubree’s eyes on me, but I can’t meet her stare, not when every time I do she is looking at me like she remembers last night as well as I do.

“Hey, Reign, what are you making?” A feminine voice hits my ear and I turn my head to the side, finding three girls who are vaguely familiar.

It’s always the same faces at these parties, give or take a few, but I’m too drunk to remember their names, or if I have ever fucked them before.

“Is there enough for us?” Another asks, with a sultry tone, looking at me from beneath her lashes.

“Yeah, we don’t mind sharing,” the third adds, and I will for my cock to notice, to fucking stir in the presence of three hot as fuck girls who are clearly wanting to play, but nothing.

My eyes automatically dance between them and Aubree, and when my eyes find hers, she looks pissed off as she takes in their presence at my side. Yeah, well you and me both, Trouble. Bringing my focus back to the girls, I force a smile to my face and fall back into my old, comfortable ways, in the hopes I will feel something.

“Don’t worry, ladies, there is plenty to go around,” I toss back, with a smirk, and move to make all three of them a drink. “Why don’t we go and sit down and you can tell me what other things you don’t mind sharing.”

Once they have their drinks in hand, I lead all three of them to the sofa, kicking a few of the freshman players off it in the process, before I slump down in the middle, and the girls join me on either side. It isn’t long until their hands start exploring my chest and thigh as they flirt up a storm, and I answer just enough to keep them here. I don’t miss the few times their lips find my neck, or the few brushes against my very flaccid cock they try to claim are accidental, but every touch makes Aubree glare even harder. Ben is doing his best to keep her occupied, kissing and touching her in ways I could only dream of, but every minute or so her stare meets mine, and we engage in this song and dance of pretending we are okay.

I can’t fucking stand seeing his hands on her, but I also can’t stand my imagination getting carried away with itself by not watching them. So I am basically fucked. For the next hour, I drink, flirt, and stalk, praying that any of of them will make the fucking ache in the pit of my stomach disappear, but it’s no use, it remains all the same.

When Aubree excuses herself to find the bathroom, I can’t help but slip away too, promising the girls I’ll be right back, but honestly, they have been trying so hard to woo me without luck that I’ll be surprised if they are still there when I get back. Moving through the back of the house so I can avoid her precious boyfriend, I stalk Aubree to the bathroom near the back door by the utility room. Grabbing her by the waist and spinning her before she can even reach for the door, pushing her against it instead.

“Didn’t realize you were bringing your boyfriend tonight, love?” I purr, intending for my voice to be casual, but my words come out gritted and laced in accusation.

“Oh yeah? I’m surprised you even noticed with all the girls hanging off your neck,” she snaps back, and fire burns inside at me at the lick of jealousy in her tone.

Last night it was her hanging off my neck, her luscious, thick curves pressed against me, teasing me with something that will never be mine, and my cock stirs to life with a mixture of lust and hatred. My hands tighten at her waist, so desperate to pull her against me and let her feel what she fucking does to me. What she has done to me since the second I fucking laid eyes on her.

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