Puck You: A Reverse Harem Enemies-to-Lovers Romance (Her Hockey Harem Book 1)

by Mia Wilde

  25

  Madeleine

  I’ve just kissed Jared Southern right in front of all these fans, the whole stadium. And I couldn’t have helped myself if I’d wanted to. I’d spent the whole game on the edge of my seat, cheerleader and mascot and superfan combined. The moment that goal went in, I felt like my heart would burst. The way that the excitement was pumping through me, there’s no way I could have resisted getting my lips pressed against Jared’s kissable but rugged lips, his stubble brushing against my face as I melted into passion. I might have made their lives hell during my time at The Shredder and I might have tried to make up for it with my PR work and by sucking their dicks every day for a month, but this game has finally proven it beyond a shadow of a doubt: I’m a Stormbreaker now, as much as anyone else in this stadium save maybe for the boys themselves.

  Thankfully, the fans who’ve seen my kiss don’t seem to care. Except for maybe a few of the girls in the stadium, who I reckon could just about kill me with jealousy right now. This win has pushed them to the top of the division. The Stormbreakers aren’t just the bad boys anymore, they aren’t just the underdogs. No, these are hot, talented athletes and they’re winners. And they’re mine. All of them. What might have started as them trying to break me, me trying to prove that I could stand up to their advances… Well, I don’t know what it is now, but it’s certainly moved beyond power plays and sex games.

  “No need to be jealous, guys,” I tell them when Garrett voices his complaints. “You all played so well out there. And I’ve got something for each of you.”

  Before he can respond, I grab Garrett and pull him into a deep kiss. His lips are as cool as. He pushes me along the ice in his intensity, my shoes slipping on the slick surface, until I crash into the barriers surrounding the rink, letting out a gentle gasp of shock and pleasure at how roughly Garrett’s treating. The stadium is nearly empty as fans flood out, no one lingering to watch the team with me. Thank god, because for a second I think they might be about to fuck me right here and now.

  Ash is next, slipping me away from Garrett almost delicately before kissing me just as hard as his team-mates have, but it’s sloppier, more passionate, less controlled. He got bashed up pretty bad out on the ice, and all that messy intensity is being pointed straight at me. I want to melt right into him here. I’ve not even kissed half the team yet and my lips are swollen from these hot and heavy makeouts.

  “Did you see my goal, Maddie?” Chase asks me, eager smile making him look even more handsome than usual.

  “I saw, alright. I wasn’t watching the puck, but…” He’s kissing me before I can finish my flirty little joke. He knows just how to excite me, pressing just right, lashing his tongue to tease me, pulling away and leaving my eyes flickering with desire and need. He’s done things to me that have made me scream and moan and gasp, and when I kiss him, it just reminds me of the filthier things his mouth could be doing.

  I’m getting lost in the kiss with Chase when Donovan simply pulls me away, his hands firm and insistent. He’s already had one kiss from me. Greedy boy. But who am I to say no? He may not have scored the winning goal, but he led the guys so well here today, and he’s taking control of me just as easily as he did the game.

  I have to admit, the Stormbreakers are nothing like I thought they were when I used to write about them. I spent all those years portraying them as hard-partying bad boys. Oh, they’re absolutely tough guys. The way they swagger, the way they throw their weight around. I was absolutely right about that. And they are animals, on the ice and in the bedroom. Or the locker room. Or the shower. Or wherever else they decide to take me. But it’s all because of passion, the same drive that pushes them to win pushes them to be the most alpha of alpha males. Which is exactly what I find impossible to resist.

  And I can tell from the way that Donovan wraps his arms around me as he deepens our kiss that he considers me to be the Stormbreakers’ girl. His hips grind against mine as we kiss and I can feel the intensity of his desire for me. I’m their reward but I’m also their responsibility. I’m theirs to use and fuck as they please, but to protect and care for, too.

  By the time I get to Piotr, I’m dripping wet. “And you…” I tell him, my voice near purring with how turned on I am. I can see how much he wants me. He’s not just undressing me with his eyes, he’s pinning me up against the wall, ripping off my panties and fucking me till I howl with his eyes. “You did so good. Handling all those hard, fast shots…” I run my fingers across the dense fabric of his jersey. All those hot, tightly wound muscles. I don’t know if I want to rub them down so he can relax or wind them tighter by having him work them out on me.

  Without even realising, I’ve positioned myself right in the middle of all of the guys. I’ve had them all separately, some of them together, but I’ve not had all of them at once. At least, not yet. But I can’t wait to get them all alone this time. And I can tell from the way that they’re looking at me that they can’t wait to get me alone, their pants tenting, eyes bright with horny desire and muscles flexing as they each try to show off for me. I need them too much, so desperate to be fucked by this hot, victorious team of studs that I feel like ripping my clothes off right here and ordering them to do me. They’ve all gotten so worked up during the game, it would be wrong to deny them a proper reward, right?

  “You know, boys,” I say, pressing myself up against Piotr, Chase and Donovan where they’re each stood directly in front of me for their kisses, practically writhing against them as I push past to lead them down away from the rink and deep into the stadium, where I know there’s much more private facilities. “Do you have anywhere we might be able to go for a little private celebration?”

  26

  Madeleine

  They send me up to the clubhouse to wait for them while they shower off. The only press for this game will be whatever my replacement at The Shredder tries to spin—which means that they’re better off not talking to the press at all. But after a few more wins like that one, they’ll be impossible to ignore.

  Tonight, though…tonight it’s only me and them.

  Through all the winding hallways of the stadium, I finally find the clubhouse’s massive, blue lacquer double doors. I know it’s just a place for the team to hang out, decompress and even grab a few hours of shut-eye between practices in, so I’m not expecting much.

  But even though the Stormbreakers haven’t had a win in a long time, they’re still a team worth billions. Their starting players still make millions in salary each year. And when you’re trying to create a place where some of the hardest, baddest men in the league can enjoy some downtime…

  Of course, you make it as opulent as you can.

  My breath catches in my throat as I step into the clubhouse. It’s decorated in Stormbreaker colors, but everything is darker. More plush than any other part of the stadium. The lighting is soft and golden. The couches and lounge chairs are navy leather or dark velvet. There’s a bar in the corner that’s better stocked than half the nightclubs in Seattle, and a massive sunken sofa in the center of the room, curled into a semicircle in front of an enormous flat screen.

  This is where they’re going to take me. Not just in pairs this time, but all of them. I knew it as soon as they all claimed their kisses from me after their win. They want more than kisses in exchange for this victory.

  What they really want is me.

  As I pour myself a drink at the bar, my hands are shaking. Vodka and tonic with a twist of lemon. A sip of it steadies my body, but not my nerves.

  Ever since I took this gig with the Stormbreakers, I’ve been playing with lightning. Sometimes, I can keep my composure. Sometimes, I can even convince myself that I’m the one who’s in control here. That I’m the one who’s calling the shots. But every time I let myself believe it, the Stormbreakers prove me wrong.

  They don’t know how to be anything but in control. And I know that as soon as they’re up here with the doors locked behind them and no one to in
terrupt us, I’m going to be under their spells again. They’ll have me stripped, kissed, bent over and six-ways fucked before I even have time to put together a clever little quip to throw their way.

  If it was any other night, maybe I’d try to fight them on it. Prove to them that I’m not some socialite bimbo or airheaded model that they can do whatever they want with.

  But that’s the thing. It hits me as my fingers move to pour another drink.

  I don’t want to fight them anymore. We’re all part of the same team now. This win proves that more than anything.

  I don’t want to deny myself what I really want, because I shouldn’t have to. I don’t want to try and prove myself to the Stormbreakers, because I don’t fucking have to.

  What I want to do, really, when I’m being completely honest with myself…

  I want to give myself to them.

  The Stormbreakers have had no problem so far taking what they’ve wanted from me.

  Tonight, I’m going to take what I want right back.

  There are robes in one of the bathrooms. Thick, dark blue ones in crushed velvet, trimmed with grey piping and monogrammed with the Stormbreaker’s logo—a silver lightning bolt cutting across a midnight blue sky. I strip out of my clothes, leaving my bra and panties folded on top of my jeans and jersey on the bathroom counter. I wash my face, scrubbing their numbers away down the drain.

  The face paint was cute for the game, but I’m not playing perky, chipper PR officer anymore. I consider putting on a fresh face of makeup, but then think better. My skin is nice enough that I can get away with no foundation, and heavy eye makeup is just going to cast more illusions that I don’t need. Not tonight. Instead, I settle for a fresh coat of lipstick and a little mascara, knowing good and well that as soon as they get up here, it’s going to end up smeared all over my face anyway.

  Good. If they want me, then they can have me—but they’re not getting sassy, bitchy Madeleine Christensen from The Shredder. They’re not getting the bubbly, upbeat hottie who’s pushing their tickets and trying to revamp their image, either.

  Tonight, if they want me…

  They’re getting me.

  When the doors of the clubhouse finally open again, I’m standing there in the middle of the room in nothing but my robe, my lipstick and my heels. I know from the way they all stop dead in the doorway that I look like something out of a wet dream.

  Piotr’s lips curl into the hint of a smile from the back of the pack.

  Garret’s wearing the dirtiest smirk I’ve ever seen on him.

  Ash runs his fingers through his hair, eyes wide and mouth gaping open like he’s never even seen a woman until just this moment.

  Chase is biting his lip like he wants to eat me up on sight.

  Jared looks like he wants to put his fist into a wall then fuck me right through it.

  And Don…Don only raises an eyebrow in interest.

  “Maddie,” he says softly in acknowledgement as he takes in the view.

  I smile back at him. At all of them.

  “Hello, boys.” My dark eyelashes are aflutter as I curl my fingers around the belt of the robe. “I just wanted to congratulate you on such an excellent game.”

  Then, I drop the robe to the ground.

  Just like that, it’s on.

  27

  Madeleine

  They fall on me like a pack of hungry wolves.

  Like I’m their prey.

  Donovan’s hands encircle my waist, his lips claiming mine. He tastes like mint, fresh and clean. He must have brushed his teeth before he came up to take me. It’s cute, in a way. It almost makes me believe that maybe, he might’ve been as nervous about this as I was.

  But I only get just a little taste of him. Almost as soon as Don’s tongue slips between my lips, teasing mine out to meet his, Jared pushes him aside and steals a kiss of his own. Jared’s kiss is greedier than Don’s. Almost as greedy as the way his hands wrap around my throat, his thumbs cradling my jawline and fingertips digging into the back of my neck.

  Piotr moves behind me, taking me to his arms and cupping my breasts in his massive hands. He squeezes them, soft at first, then harder and harder with every passing moment. I can feel him lose patience with his own desire. He releases one of my tits and winds my hair up in his fist, pulling my lips away from Jared’s so he can claim them for himself. Piotr’s tongue is searingly hot. It lashes out against mine while Jared and Don drop their own tongues to my nipples, teasing them until they’re hard and stiff with need.

  Suddenly, there’s a hand on my wrist. A tug, and then I’m twirling into Chase’s strong, thick arms. He cups my cheek in one hand, letting the other trail down the curve of my waist to my hips. As he kisses me, smooth and luxurious, I breathe in the dark, fresh masculinity of his cologne.

  Behind me again, Ash moves into place. When his fingers curl around my wrists, it’s to pin them behind my back. He strokes down my throat with his free hand, leaving kisses and bites down the side of my neck. Graciously, Chase whirls me around so Ash can have a chance at my lips as well, Garrett at his side. They take turns claiming my mouth, Ash with all the hot sweetness of a summer night on a country road, Garrett like we’re making out in some overcrowded night club, our bodies pressed together tight.

  They all close in around me as I lose myself in their kisses. I can’t keep track of whose lips are on mine anymore, I’m being twirled about so quickly. One moment, Piotr is tugging me roughly into his arms once more. Then next, he’s pushing me back to Donovan while Jared sinks his teeth into my shoulder and Chase is squeezing my ass.

  It’s Garrett who finally pushes me to my knees. Legs splayed behind me as I stare up at all six of the men who are about to claim me together, I finally get a chance to catch my breath.

  As soon as I do, my heart starts to pound so fast that I lose it all over again. In a clanking of belt buckles and a whisper of zippers, they’re all already taking their cocks out, hard and stiff and ready for me.

  For a moment, all I can do is stare. They’re all so gorgeous, dark figures looming over me in rough snarls and hungry smiles and devious smirks. If I thought two cocks at a time were a lot for me to handle, there was nothing that could have prepared me for this.

  But I don’t have to be prepared. There’s no time or energy for being calculating, restrained or reserved anymore. I want them. I need them. All of them. All together.

  All at once.

  I reach for two of the cocks encircling me—Chase’s and Piotr’s—while I lick my lips, breathing out a sigh of delight over Garrett’s tip. Behind me, I can feel Don, Jared and Ash taking their own cocks in their fists while I swallow up Garrett’s swollen glans, dripping with hot, salty precum that smears across my tongue and leaves me desperate for more. My pussy is on fire. It’s throbbing, burning for them. My clit feels red-hot, tender and aching to be touched, but I don’t have a free hand to spare.

  I shuffle around on my knees, working my way around the circle to suck each of the Stormbreakers in turn while I pump the cocks to either side of the one I’m currently taking down my throat. But I should have known better than to think that blowjobs and stroking would satiate them for long. When my mouth gets to Don’s cock, he barely lets me lick the tip of him before he’s hoisting me to my feet and carrying me over to the big, plush rug in the center of the room.

  “You’re ours now, Maddie,” he warns me as he lays me down, cradling me in his arms.

  Over me, the Stormbreakers all form up—hard, thick cocks in hand.

  “Ours to take.” Piotr drops to his knees, working his fist over his shaft as he steals another kiss before turning his lips to one of my nipples.

  “Ours to own.” Ash drops to the other side, claiming a kiss of his own before his teeth sink into the firm, heavy curve of my breast.

  “Ours to play with…” Garret kisses my stomach, then across to my hip, his tongue trailing down to the soaked, needy swell of my clit between my pussylips.

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bsp; “Ours to do with whatever the fuck we like.” Chase claims my other hip, lapping at my skin while he teases his fingers around the dripping wetness of my entrance.

  Jared pushes Chase and Garrett aside as he moves his cock between my legs, sliding it up and down my slit until he has it positioned firm and hard against my cunt.

  “Our prize,” he whispers. Like I’m something valuable, something treasured. Something holy.

  Then he forces his way inside me, using my own wetness to thrust so deep I can feel it throbbing in my core and shooting bolts of pleasure through my every cell. My every nerve.

  From there on out, I’m lost to them. Out of control and fucking ecstatic about it.

  One moment, Don is lifting me up to enter my ass while Jared pounds away at my cunt.

  The next, Piotr has my mouth turned to him, filling my lips with his thickness while his precum pools hot and slick on my tongue.

  Garrett’s tongue and teeth lash out at my nipples, his hands wrapped around my waist and smoothing down my stomach and back all at once.

  Chase and Ash take hold of my wrists, curling my fingers around their shafts and bucking their hips up to fuck my greedy, eager fists.

  Then, they shift. Each of them taking me in turn. Each of them claiming every angle, every position, every hole. I orgasm when Chase enters me, then again around Don’s thick, hard cock. Garrett loses control in my mouth, pumping my throat full of his cum and leaving my tongue painted pearly white with it, which forces me over the edge yet again. I’m frantic, starving for more as I take Jared into my mouth instead, Don shifting from my pussy to my ass while Piotr claims my pussy for himself.

  By the time they’re finished with me, I’m coated in their cum, laid out on the rug on a bed made of six hot, hard, sweaty Stormbreaker bodies with their seed dripping from every hole.