Page 78 of The Puck Player

“Eyes off my girlfriend, you fucking wanker,” I command, moving to guide Aubree to one of the stools, noting her slight limp. “Are you okay?” I ask, panicking a little, and she cuts me with an annoyed glare.

“You pounded me with your fucking giant snake, of course I’m not okay,” she snaps, hissing as she sits on the stool, my jersey she is wearing rising around her thighs. “I thought this kind of thing was a myth, I mean, Archer isn’t walking funny, and he sounded like he was taking it just as hard as I was,” she adds, pointing at my best friend, and both him and his boyfriend smirk and blush at the same time.

“That’s because Daemon’s cock isn’t as big as mine,” I reply with a smile, and both of the men roll their eyes in exasperation, but say nothing to dispute my claim.

“Well, you better be making me a giant cup of tea to go with your giant fucking sword,” she mumbles, eyeing me with a death glare, and I rush to do just that.

After all, there’s nothing that can’t be solved by a good cup of tea.

The next couple of weeks follow the same pattern. I go to class and games, spend time with the girls, hang with the team, have dinner with my dad, and get fucked seven ways to Sunday in Alexander’s bed every night. And it’s not just his bed, it’s everywhere. The shower, the car, an empty classroom, and Daemon and Archer were really onto something with fucking in the kitchen. It’s both explosive and addictive, and I have never been happier. Alexander is by my side for everything, tending to my every need, and looking good while doing it.

It’s weird, the three years I spent with Ben now feel insignificant in comparison to the three months I have known Alexander. There is just something the two of us have that I have never experienced with another person before, and I’m notjust talking about the sex. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I never knew anything could feel that good, but it’s everything else too. Our friendship, our connection, the way he can just look at me and know exactly what I’m thinking, exactly what I need. It’s like we are two halves of the same soul, and falling for him was inevitable.

It’s Thursday now, and we are sitting at the kitchen island for our usual tutoring lesson, because someone can’t be trusted to do them in his room anymore. Not when the last two sessions were interrupted by him bending me over his desk. If I want to keep up with him in class, and not just the bedroom, we can no longer hold sessions upstairs.

I’m in the middle of writing an essay which he has already finished, when his hand lands on my thigh. “Don’t even think about it, Alexander,” I warn, not even looking up from my paper. “This essay is due tomorrow, and the last thing I need is Mr. Rogers bitching me out about it,” I tell him sternly, and I don’t have to look at him to know he is rolling his eyes.

“How about, don’t even think about it because I am sitting right here,” Nova drawls from his spot across the island, and I flick my stare to him, to find him glaring at us in warning.

Okay so he and Maddie may have caught us last week in the kitchen, but in my defense they were on their way to do the very same thing.

“Like I didn’t hear you and Maddie fucking in the bathroom last night,” Alexander tosses back, making his captain shrug with a knowing smirk.

“I can’t help it, brother, I’m fucking addicted to that girl,” he replies proudly, and I can’t help but smile down into my essay.

It’s basically a giant lovefest around here between all the guys, then you add in Josh and Hallie, who much to his dismay, have started to become a permanent fixture here too, well, it’s safe to say there is a lot of fucking going on.

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” Alexander grumbles back, squeezing my thigh in his thick palm, before pulling it back and sighing dramatically. “I suppose I’ll just have to get a cup of tea nice and hot instead of my girlfriend.”

Nova and I both watch him stomp around the island moodily, smirking at one another, before I focus back on my work. The next couple of hours pass much in the same manner, me trying to work and Alexander trying to distract me, it’s a miracle I get anything done, let alone finish the essay. Yet, by the time Daemon and Archer stroll down to the kitchen with their red, satisfied faces, I am finally packing my books away.

“I’ve just been eaten and now it’s time to eat,” Archer declares as he enters, and Nova groans, slamming his book shut.

“What the fuck did I do to deserve putting up with you as my best friend,” he complains, stacking up his stuff and shoving it back into his bag.

Archer just moves to his side and tosses his arm around his shoulder. “Aw, I love you too, brother,” he beams, trying to kiss his cheek, but Nova throws himself off the stool to escape him, ducking his advances.

“Fuck off, I’m pretty sure we all know where that mouth has just been,” he snaps, holding his hands out in front of him, and Daemon smirks as he moves to the refrigerator and starts pulling out the ingredients to make dinner.

He and Archer switch out nights they spend at one another’s houses, and apparently Daemon cooks for him on every single one of them. I’m always grateful when I get to join them for dinner and eat his food, because despite the sounds I hear coming from Archer’s room, I’m pretty sure Daemon’s real talent is in the kitchen. Apparently he is also a phenomenal artist too, but I’ve never seen it.

“You’d be right on that front,” Archer tosses back, sliding up behind his boyfriend and pushing his arms around until they can flatten on his stomach.

Daemon flinches slightly before settling into his arms, and as always, I sigh as I look at them. They are so beyond perfect for each other that whenever I hear Alexander talking about how they used to hate one another it just seems ridiculous. It’s the same with Nova and Maddie, I can’t imagine any world where they weren’t head over heels in love and obsessed with one another.

“Please, gentlemen, there is a lady present,” Alexander scolds them, which only makes Archer and I laugh.

“Who? Our little resident troublemaker here?” Archer asks, abandoning Daemon and moving to ruffle my hair. “We all know she’s a fiery little minx now, Alexander, and she deserves a fucking medal for swallowing your fucking massive baguette,” he tells him firmly, offering me a wink, as he puts his arm around me.

“I hope you washed your hands,” I toss back, and he sheepishly pulls his arm back and rushes to the sink.

“You’re a heathen,” Alexander scolds him, watching him with a disgusted look.

“What does that make you?” Archer asks in outrage.

Alexander only looks at me and smiles. “Oh, so much worse than that.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to put up with you all until graduation,” Nova mutters under his breath, and I smile.

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