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Puck Me Secretly: Chapter 37


I MOANED as he torturously pulled his fingers from me. I almost stumbled when he hustled me over to the dresser. His hand pressed on the back of my neck, so I was bent over. My ass was in the air. Our eyes met in the mirror. He radiated dangerous male and it made me so hot.

I needed him inside me now.

I stepped my legs apart, opening myself to him. Blatant, like a dog in heat, so desperate and hot for him. Without taking his eyes off my face, he stepped behind me. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed his pants down. I could feel the long length of him press between my buttocks. He messed with my hair. It took me a moment to realize that he was gathering my hair into a long ponytail. My head pulled back as he tested tugging my hair.

Our gazes held in the mirror. So much heat passed between us, the air almost crackled with it.

Max was finally going to fuck me. From hate or anger, I didn’t care. I needed him inside me more than I needed to breathe.

I held my breath as he poised himself at my entrance and then thrust hard inside. The pleasure was so intense, my eyes almost rolled back into my head.

He was so big that it took three hard thrusts before he was buried inside me.

“Your body doesn’t lie. You want me. Only me.” He still sounded so angry.

I pulsed around his length.

Nothing in my life had ever felt better.

He moved, with long, glorious thrusts. I pushed against the dresser, bracing myself against the speed and strength in which he drove into me. I could feel myself tighten and clench around him. He fucked like he played hockey. With a single-minded intensity.

I groaned when he yanked at my hair, pulled my head hard enough that my entire back arched. Every time he slammed into me, he drove me closer and harder towards my orgasm that was barreling towards me. My throbbing core welcoming every pummeling drive. I might not walk after this, but it’d be worth it.

“You think your little boyfriend can fuck you like this?”

“More,” I gritted my teeth. “Give me more.”

His eyes never left my face. His lip curled with exertion and he slammed into me with such a ferocity, he was forcing me onto my tippy toes. I was off balance, shameless as I chased my release.

“When he’s trying to keep his whiskey dick hard, you will only think of my hard cock fucking you.”

“Come on,” I panted. “Harder.”

He leaned over me, wrapping a huge arm around my waist, and braced his other muscular arm against the dresser.

Holy fuck.

He pounded me like a savage. And my body couldn’t get enough. I felt wasted. Volatile. Insane with need. Yet I couldn’t stop goading him.

“Is that all you got?” The words strangled out of my throat. “Are you sure you’re not a Baby Man?”

Reckless words, considering my position, but I wanted him to lose control. I wanted him as mad with lust as I felt. I needed to bring him to the same insatiable need that was coursing through my blood.

“You’re such a hot little bitch,” he breathed hard.

“Shut up and fuck me like you mean it.”

He responded by ramming me with intensity. My body responded by clenching around him. We were raw. Relentless. Exquisitely primal.

I fought my orgasm. Tried to slow it down, but it was like trying to stop a train with a feather.

“Come on my cock,” he breathed hard. “Come all over my hot cock.”

My body stiffened and arched back against him.

His big hand covered my mouth muffling the scream that ripped out of my throat.

I bucked against his imprisoning embrace as my world shattered around me. I writhed hard, swimming in sensation. Wave after wave of wicked lust threatened to drown me.

“I’m coming,” he gritted his teeth, and then he crushed me to him. He buried himself high into me. My core pulsed, milking him as he jerked again and again against me. I could feel his release as it streamed, hot and deep inside of me.


WE DIDN’T MOVE. Except for our hard breathing. I felt him twitch inside me. My body responded by tightening around his girth. Not wanting to let go of him. Not wanting him to leave my body.

Our eyes met in the mirror. His face was still a mask of savage desire. He winced as he pulled out of me. I straightened up to stand on shaking legs. My entire body trembled like a leaf. It surprised me that I could still stand. My bones had melted. My world was slowly spinning backwards on its axis.

He stepped back from me. I spun around, clutched the dresser behind me and watched as he tucked his still hard cock back into his jeans. He was dressed, shoes and all and I was naked, a hot mess, with his hot cum dripping down my thighs.

If he walked out after this, I would not survive.

“Are you okay?” his voice was low, his eyes avoiding my face.

I nodded.

I watched as he moved to pick my robe up off the floor. He held it up for me, so I could slide my arms in. Then he tied it around my waist.

Our eyes met. His gaze full of lust, shame and regret.

I started to speak, but the shrill ring of his phone interrupted me. He glanced down at his phone. “It’s Baxter.”

“Answer it.”

With reluctance he took the call. “Logan….yup….was out for a walk. On my way upstairs now.”

He clicked his phone off. “Crew check.”

The Wolves had a loosely upheld curfew for players when they were on the road. Apparently, tonight, Baxter was holding the players to their curfew. Typical bastard move on Baxter’s part.

“You need to go.”

“We have to talk.”

“The fine you’d get is not worth it. Go.”

I could see him internally debate.

“Go,” I stepped forward and pushed on his chest. “Do not give Baxter any ammunition.”

With reluctance, he took a step backwards. “This conversation isn’t over.”

“You’ve got three minutes. Don’t give him reason to fine you.”

With one last, hard-to-read look, he left.


I STAGGERED to bed and lay curled up on my side. MY entire body hummed with post-orgasmic pleasure. My mind was going in circles.

That had been, hands down, the best, most insane sex of my life. Max exceeded all my expectations. What had I thought the first time I saw him?

He was built to fuck.

That was the understatement of my life. But that didn’t matter. Our actions had put Max in jeopardy. Even though that had been the best sex a girl could ever dream of, it could never happen again. Max’s career depended on that.

I needed to think about what was best for Max. Sleeping together was a terrible risk to his future.

My phone pinged.

Max: Can I call you?

His text surprised me.

Me: Okay

Wait! I knew Max was sharing a hotel room with another player. It happened every Christmas holiday season when room vacancy was at a premium. He couldn’t have this conversation in front of anyone else.

My phone rang.

My question blurted out, “Where are you?

“Why?”

“Don’t you have a roommate?”

“I’m hiding in the bathroom.”

I relaxed against my pillows. “Oh. Okay.”

Neither of us spoke.

Max cleared his throat, breaking his silence. “It wasn’t supposed to be like that.”

“What wasn’t supposed to be like that?”

“Our first time.”

My heart flipped. “What was it supposed to be like?”

He paused so long, I wasn’t sure he would answer. “I wanted to savor you.”

I curled up tighter in bed, clasping the phone to my ear. Why was I supposed to stay away from Max? I decided that only the truth could salvage this situation. “I’m not seeing Calder.”

“You’re not?”

“No.”

He took his time. “So, why were you avoiding me?”

“Your career.”

“What about my career?”

“I don’t want you to jeopardize it. If my dad ever found out about this, he’d find a reason to terminate your contract. I don’t want to be the reason you lose hockey.”

“That’s the reason you were avoiding me?”

“Hockey is your life, Max.”

“Now I feel like a complete asshole.”

“Why?”

“Because you were looking out for me and I was…”

“What?”

“The idea of you and Calder pissed me off.”

“Calder’s sleeping with Katrina.”

“What!?”

“And she’s sleeping with Baxter.”

I guess tonight, I was blurting out all my secrets.

Disbelief laced Max’s voice. “Katrina!? Media Katrina is screwing Baxter?”

“Tell no one.”

“Who am I going to tell?”

“I don’t know. My point is you don’t need to be pissed about Calder.”

He took a deep breath and shifted the conversation back to us. “I didn’t use a condom, but I’m clean.”

I knew that. All players have to go through a medical when they started each season.

“I’m good there, too.”

He cleared his throat. “I’ve never not used a condom before. I don’t even want to think about why I didn’t, but if something happens, I want you to know I will man up.”

It took me a few moments to realize that he was talking about me accidentally getting pregnant. My stomach pitched wildly at the idea of being pregnant with Max’s baby. Do not go there. “I’m on the pill.”

“You are?”

“Yeah.”

“Well. I guess that’s good.”

I guess that’s good!? I bite my lip. ‘We can’t do that again.’

“Why not?”

“I told you. My dad…”

“I give everything to this team. But I will let no one fucking dictate who I date in my personal life.”

My eyes widened at the word date. “Max.”

“We need to sit down and talk about that, but not while I’m whispering on the phone in some fucking hotel bathroom.”

I tried to keep my heart from dancing in my chest. I tried to remember why we needed to stay away from each other. “Let’s talk in the new year when we come back from break.”

The time apart would be good for both of us. I needed to think. Max also needed to process how much was on the line here.

“Yeah, okay.”

Neither of us seemed to want to hang up.

“Rory.”

“Yeah?”

“That was the best fucking sex of my life. So, if you think I’m going to let you walk away from me, you can think again.”

My stomach quivered and my ovaries did backflips. “Okay.”

He sounded satisfied. “See you tomorrow.”

“Night.”

I wasn’t sure how we’d moved from me crushing on Max from afar to him kicking down doors and demanding that he would not let me go, but here we were. And I liked it. Way too much.


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