He chuckles but it sounds super dirty. Which totally works. “Yeah, babe, I think you can.”
Puck doesn’t wait, he does exactly what he said he would, which is sweep me off my feet, squatting low so I can grab our food before he carries me into my bedroom. It’s nearly an impossible fit for the both of us in my king single considering how much he’s grown, so he drags it off the frame, before using every blanket and pillow in my room to make me a nest. I’m sure I look a mess as I stand there with tears in my eyes. He ignores them, picking me up and depositing me in the middle before he sits me between his thighs, one arm wrapped around me as we eat.
And then the only time we move is when his arms around me tighten as we share my pillows, or his fingers trail under his t-shirt I’m still wearing. Added with the delicious scents rolling off him, and the warmth he emits, he keeps me in a peaceful and safe lull.
The day passes with no words, but a whole lot of cute cuddles and gentle kisses. And this is one of those times when those sweet, soft touches say more than words ever could.
Puck kisses the top of my head. “I missed you every day, Raney. Every damn day.”
My heart fills so very full at his confession. Puck’s words are sweet and his rumbly voice ensures I feel the vibration through his chest at the same time I hear his words. Like he’s etching them in a part of me. His legs are entwined with mine, and it’s like we’re slowly becoming us again. Stretching up with a sigh, I look up and see him all sleepy eyed, his face creased from my pillow. He’s slept as much as I have.
Reaching up for a kiss, he stops before our lips touch. “You know I never stopped wanting you? I don’t think I can. Especially after you popped my knot cherry.”
“So, you liked it, huh?”
“What? You didn’t notice how I couldn’t get enough of you on my knot?” He growls playfully, mock glaring down at me.
“Wow, I must have missed it. Sorry.” I pretend to look away, deep in thought, but Puck snatches my attention with his fingers on my chin.
“Yeah, well, do you need a reminder?”
I flick my eyebrows up high but don’t answer. Instead, I climb up and straddle over his hips, wiggling down on his hardening length. “Maybe I do need a reminder.”
Of course, like you see in the movies, an alarm interrupts us, and he holds me with one hand while grabbing his phone off the floor near us. I watch him closely, and when he looks back at me, I can see the conflict in his eyes.
I lean down and kiss the words off his lips. “We’ve got lots of time. And yes, Puck, I do remember your knot, and the way it fit perfectly like it was made for my pussy. Heat or no heat, I’m always down for you and your huge knot.”
“Yeah, you mentioned that a few times. I’m sorry it’s not even worth me offering you a quickie, because once I start, I think we’ll need another run of days in bed.”
“Deal! But now I want to see you play,” I say, rolling off him. The both of us lift up my mattress and drop it back onto my bed. I have to start cleaning up because otherwise he will not be going to training. “Has your game got better?
He laughs. And it’s full of cockiness. “Yeah, you could say that.”
He passes over blankets for me to fold, the outline of his morning wood in his boxers nearly making me crash tackle him back onto my bed.
Shaking my head, I purposely look away from his dick and throw his sweatpants at him. “Any offers yet?”
“That’s what I’m working on.” He grins.
I flick up my eyebrows, ignoring his flirty insinuation. But Puck’s cockiness is a weakness of mine. “And how does it work with the Fallen?”
“What difference does it make?” He nearly growls back.
“Well, I’m pretty sure someone will have an issue with it, that’s usually the way it is in sports, isn’t it? Like they think they own your body and your soul, and then there’s that pesky clause about always holding the club in the highest regard.”
He shakes his head dismissively. “Coach knows how it is for me.”
“Coach does, Puck, but do the scouts?”
“Raney.” He waits until I finish putting my bra on before he hooks his finger in the waistband of my pants and pulls me over. “I play hockey because I love the game, but there’s this woman I’ve had my eye on since the instant I saw her… She comes before anything and everything. Hockey, the Fallen, life in general.”
I have to put my hand up to stop him coming closer, to blink away my emotions before they spill out of me. He keeps making it really clear what his intentions are. They match mine, but seeing my dream changing to the potential of becoming a reality is overwhelming.
“For the sake of our current discussion, stick to hockey and give me all the goss,” I say, sitting on the floor to pull on my joggers, needing normal at least until I’m thinking a little clearer and not riding the crest of my new Puck idealisation.
“Fine then. From a hockey perspective, I don’t need any drama. They don’t like me the way I am, I can, and will, walk away from it.”
I like that he lets me go from being half weepy to giving me something to focus on. Standing up, I pop a hip at him, “Yeah, well, I’m not letting you do that.”
