Page 79 of The Puck Player

When I lost my mom I thought I would never feel like I was part of a family again, but I was wrong, being here with Alexander and his friends, it feels like home again. They’re all healing me one step at a time, and I couldn’t be more grateful for them making me forget about all my heartbreak.

As for Ben, he still hasn’t been seen. I know Alexander is tracking him with the help of Duchess, who I have since found out has worked for him for five years now, and though he doesn’t tell me much, I know he’s pissed about it. I don’t know where Ben is and honestly, I don’t care. If I never saw him again it would be too soon, and Malorie heeded my warning, and hasn’t contacted me or come by since she showed up when Alexander and I got back from New York. I don’t even care if they are together, they deserve one another, and my only focus now is staying on track in my classes and being with Alexander.

For the first time in my life I feel like I have purpose, my own goals, my own everything, and I won’t let that go for anyone.

Daemon cooks us all fish tacos, and the five of us enjoy dinner together, with Evie and Jake coming home a couple of hours later. By the time Alexander and I fall into bed, I am exhausted, but all it takes is one look from him, and I am dragging him toward me and swallowing his cock.

I suck him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his base and savoring the way he tips back his head and groans, sliding his hands into my hair and fucking my mouth with quick snaps of his hips. I breathe through my nose, taking as much of him as I can manage, until I am grazing against his groin. It isn’t long before his salty release shoots down the back of my throat and I am being pulled up and on top of him.

He spreads my thighs across his mouth and I ride his face without pause. His fingers dig into my ass as I grind and writhe against his tongue, and I am convinced that nothing in the world feels better than this. He makes me come three times until I am crying and begging to be fucked. Only then does he shove me down to his cock, which is once again hard and leaking with pre-cum. I slam myself down onto it and end my night the same way I have for the last two weeks. Riding his cock and screaming to a god I no longer believe in.

I’m still thinking about his cock the next day, when I’m at Maddie’s house getting ready for the guys’ game. We, along with Hallie and Evie, are all pre-drinking at their house, much to Alexander’s annoyance, but we figured since Ben doesn’t really know her and Hallie, or where they live, it would be safest. Maddie’s guard, and the one Alexander appointed as mine, are both outside, so we are all drinking and getting dressed without a care in the world.

We’re all wearing our respective guy’s jerseys and Maddie snaps a bunch of pictures of us in different poses, tagging me in them online. It’s nice, but all it does is remind me that I never had this. Malorie and I were never friends like this. I mean, yeah we hung out and had fun and took pictures, but it always felt like work, with everything on her terms. I’m only now just realizing how much of a problem that was, and what it’s like to have real friends.

When we make it to the game we are all sufficiently tipsy, and anticipation burns through me at the thought of seeing Alexander on the ice. Now that we are together I’m not ashamed to admit how hot I find him when he plays, and he fucking knows it too. As soon as the lights go down and the players start filling out onto the ice, my eyes scan for that familiar number sixty nine jersey. The one that matches the one I’m wearing, and as my dad makes his way to the box, I know his boys won’t be far behind.

Nova is first, his eyes instantly finding Maddie, a satisfied smirk crossing his mouth as he skates toward us and places his hand on the plexiglass. Maddie reaches hers to it, nodding her head with a smile, as he tosses her a wink, and I swear the group of girls behind us swoon. Josh is next, his approach is more of a slow and measured glide as he tracks where his wife is, tipping his head at her in greeting as he skates toward her. When he reaches us his eyes flare possessively, taking in his jersey, andthe ring on her finger, before placing his hand over his heart and smiling softly.

Archer practically drags Daemon to a spot on the ice where they can stretch together, but my focus is now only on their goalie towering over all of them. Alexander knows where I am, his eyes meeting mine the second he appears on the ice, and just like every time he looks at me, my heart flutters in my chest. He doesn’t make a show of coming over and offering me his hand or a tip of his head, not with my dad still trying to wrap his head around what is going on between us. Instead, he reaches beneath his jersey and pulls out the chain he now wears religiously. He brings the ring that once represented my purity to his lips and kisses it softly. The only meaning it has now is that I belong to him. He tucks it back beneath his jersey, tossing me a wink, before he drops down beside his teammates and begins to stretch. I’m not ashamed to say I snap a few pictures of him warming up, before Evie and I dip out to grab another drink. By the time we get back, the game is about to start and we settle in to enjoy the show.

Of course to no one’s surprise, the Flyers dominate the ice, just like I have come to know and expect, and I snap a few shots of my dad in action too. It’s a great game and the atmosphere is insane, and I still can’t believe I used to let myself think I would never enjoy this. The guys play great, bagging yet another win, and as the girls and I filter out of our seats with the rest of the crowd, I feel nothing but pride.

We head to wait for the guys, having already made dinner plans for after the game, and I quickly excuse myself to use the bathroom. Once I’m done and washing my hands, I flick my stare to the mirror, smiling at my reflection staring back at me. My eyes no longer look filled with grief or uncertainty, instead I look happy, I’m glowing even, and I know it’s all thanks to my eccentric and slightly stalky goalie.

Who knew being Alexander Reign's girlfriend would be so damn healing?

Sweat clings to my body as the team swarms together to celebrate another win. We did it, we fucking did it, and even better, we did it with my girl sitting front and fucking center. Having Aubree at my games these last couple of weeks has been indescribable, and I finally understand my teammates being so pussy-whipped. It’s fucking awesome. Having a girl, her wearing your jersey, her watching your games, and knowing you get to take her home afterwards and fuck her with your name across her back? Fuck. I get hard as fuck just thinking about it. We all pile into the changing rooms, stripping off our jerseys and rejoicing in our win. The atmosphere is amazing, and I can’t wait to find my girl and fucking celebrate.

“Reign, a word,” Coach calls, and Archer grins like a maniac as I toss my shirt down and move past him to his office.

“Everything okay, Coach?” I ask as I enter, closing the door behind me, and he nods, gesturing for me to take a seat.

“Yeah, just wanted to check in,” he replies smoothly, no hint of friendliness or amusement in his stare, not since he found out about me and his daughter. Which is what he’s asking about, I’m pretty sure at this point he doesn’t care if I live or die.

“All good, Coach, we still can’t find the fucking pastor, but I’m keeping her safe,” I reply firmly, and he nods his head, watching me silently, his eyes flicking down to the chain around my neck that is no longer hidden. “You might not believe me when I say this, and that’s okay, but I am madly fucking in love with your daughter.”

Coach only grunts, “That’s what worries me, Reign, your madness.” He waves his hand toward the door, dismissing me. “You can go now.”

I don’t hesitate in rising to my feet and strolling from his office back to my locker, my best friend still smiling, waiting for me.

“Ah, he lives,” Archer jokes, smacking me on the back. “I thought Coach might have strangled you with this pretty little necklace,” he adds, tugging on my chain, and I slap his hand away.

“Piss off, you wanker, or the only person getting strangled will be you,” I toss back, shoving him back toward his boyfriend, who catches him without even looking up, as if knowing us both too well.

“Hey, don’t threaten me with a good time, I have a pain kink, remember?” Archer replies with a smirk, before turning to his boyfriend. “I quite enjoy a good choking.”

Daemon meets his stare with a dark, amused look. “I know.”

Tuning them out, I strip off the rest of my clothes and hit the showers, rolling out my muscles beneath the hot water until the stench of the game is scrubbed from my skin. Once out, I dryoff and quickly get ready, not wanting to be away from my girl for another second. Clearly my teammates have the same idea, because as soon as I close my locker, Nova turns to me with his bag already on his shoulder.

“Ready to go?” he asks, and I nod, as both Josh and Jake look between us, also ready to leave.

“You guys coming?” I question, looking between them, Archer and Daemon, and they all agree.

We make our way outside and the arena is still busy with people, but it doesn’t take long for Nova to spot Maddie and head straight in her direction. I flick my stare around, looking for Aubree, but only find Cap’s girl, Hallie and Evie too. Still, I head over to them with my teammates, pushing past the hoards of people still filtering out.

“Where is she?” I ask as soon as I reach them, and Evie nods her head down the hall.

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