Hockey Hunk (Loving the Puckers Book 4)

by Kat Obie

  “Dude. That shit isn’t even funny. Why would you fake a pregnancy?” Weber asked.

  “’Cause I wanted some payback and it seemed like I would have to go big if you guys were going to stop.” I always knew this was a prank that wasn’t going to get laughs. It was one to make people think twice. “I just hope you’ll let me keep exploring things with your sister.”

  I gave her another kiss. At this point, I didn’t care what Weber thought. I liked Renee, and that wasn’t going to stop now that our secret was out. If anything, I felt like I had permission to do the one thing that I’d thought was forbidden.

  I felt a slap across the back of my head. “Settle down, Shoresy. I don’t need to see you maul my sister. I’m still getting used to the idea you might like her.”

  I pulled back from the kiss. I had a wide smile on my face. Weber hadn’t killed me.

  Renee

  The night was fun. However, it wasn't the most romantic of dates. Sure, Matt was cuddling with me and lavished me with attention, even after he said they’d found out it was just a show. Although his feelings weren’t, since he kept kissing me and cuddling me. I liked that.

  But it would make the next steps even harder. What would we do if I went back home? Would we try to make it work? Did he even want to make it work?

  As we got into his vehicle, Matt asked, "How about coming back to my place with me?"

  "Sure."

  He immediately reached over the center console and pulled me close to him. It was a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced and swirled. When he pulled back, his eyes were hooded. In a husky voice, he said, "God, you taste so good. It's been torture not being able to do that for the last few hours."

  "Yeah." It was a lame response, but his kiss seemed to have stolen the words from my mouth. I just wanted to be with him. "Any chance you live close by?"

  "Yeah."

  He threw the car into drive and quickly pulled out of the parking lot. Thankfully, it was a short drive to his place.

  As soon as he pulled into the parking lot, he quickly hopped out the car and came to my door. He opened it and held out his hand. It seemed like all his romantic actions came out in spurts. He laced his fingers with mine and then pulled me close.

  We quickly walked through the lobby and then took the elevator up to the top floor. As soon as we were in the elevator, he pressed me against the wall and started to claim me with his lips. I instantly wrapped my legs around his toned waist. I wouldn't have been able to resist him if I wanted.

  The elevator doors opened, and he strode out the doors like I weighed nothing. It was sexy as all hell. I don't know how the hell he opened the door to his condo without taking a breath, but he did.

  God, he was such an amazing kisser. I was so wet for him, just from that, and never so close to an orgasm from one kiss. That first kiss between us convinced me he wasn’t just using me for a prank. He had feelings for me. Now I wanted to be naughty and find out what he was like in bed.

  I couldn't imagine what it would be like to actually bone him. At least I didn't have too long to wait to find out. It seemed like he was on a mission to take me to the bedroom since he kept walking while our lips did their thing.

  He wasn't exactly gentle when he tossed me to the bed. It was the first time we’d stopped kissing and were disconnected. He growled out, "Damn, you're so damn sexy."

  "What about you, mister?"

  He tossed off his shirt to reveal well-defined abs. His pants hung low on his hips, showing a ditch pointing straight to his package. It would take a subtle tug to see everything else. But what I did see was amazing. I knew hockey players were fit, but hot damn, he was the hunk that I’d always wanted to be with.

  The crazy bit was he knew exactly what I was thinking at that moment. He spread his arms out and said, "I'm your hockey god this evening."

  I giggled like a little girl. He was full of himself, and I should have expected that response. But it was also sexy.

  He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. The way he grinned when he saw my lacy black bra made me feel like the sexiest person in the world. He pulled at the lace and sucked at my nipple, yet he kept the bra in place.

  Then he pulled everything off my lower half in one swift tug. I had no idea how he managed it. I just knew it was hot as fuck. I got onto my knees and said, "No. You need to get naked too."

  I pulled his pants. I saw an enormous dick at full salute. It was impressive how hard he was. I just couldn't help myself; I went down on him.

  The moment my lips touched his tip, he sucked breath in through his teeth. I couldn't believe he was on the brink of coming so soon. He was like a horny teenager. While I knew many girls would be insulted, I was flattered. He must have really liked me if he was having issues controlling himself.

  I fondled his balls as I continued to suck. It didn't take long for him to come. I sucked him dry, which seemed to turn him on even more.

  He pushed me towards the bed. "That was so incredibly hot." He straddled me. I knew he was hungry for me. He nuzzled my neck, and his hands went into my hair. I craved more of him, and my fingernails clawed his back. He snapped my bra off before he started to suck and fondle my nipple.

  He pulled back from the contact for a moment and reached over to his nightstand. I was glad he was sheathing up. I didn't need to have a real baby in the mix. We weren't even in a proper relationship, so we needed all the protection possible.

  As he slid the condom on, he massaged my clit. He was taking me to the brink with that massage, then he started to suck my nipple. It was amazing. He stuck a finger into me and growled, "You're so wet, you little minx."

  I nodded. I was so ready for him, and he had me so wet. I couldn’t even think straight, let alone talk. I was in ecstasy.

  He didn’t make me wait much longer before he inserted himself. I accepted him with pleasure. The two of us started grinding hard and fast. It was amazing until he said, "Fuck!"

  I looked at him. "What's wrong?"

  "I think the condom broke." Yet he didn't stop immediately. Even though I was on the pill, we were at so much risk. I couldn’t raise a kid on my own in Canada. Finally, he withdrew from me and kissed my cheek. "Sorry, I couldn’t control myself for a second. I'll be right back."

  Then he left the bed. It was so anticlimactic. I should have known sex with my brother's best friend wouldn't be smooth sailing. I wanted to be angry at him for not stopping instantly, but I was glad that he apologized and I understood it. He was so hot and I hadn’t wanted to stop, even though I wasn’t ready for a baby.

  He came back and reached for the nightstand. "I promise that I'm clean and I'll purchase that Plan B thing. Are you up for trying again, or did I kill the moment?"

  "Both." I felt like an asshole for saying that. He had killed the moment, but I was still on the edge. “If you do some foreplay, I’ll be ready.”

  He nodded and sheathed up. He then proceeded to suck on my vagina. It was hot and felt amazing. It took me right back to the brink. He kept going to the point where everything shattered around me. It was one of the best orgasms in my life, and that was just from the oral.

  But he didn’t stop. He inserted himself once more. I was so sensitive, but it was perfect. We were in a quick rhythm, and it was even better than before, both of us indulging in the passion of the moment. Then I shattered again.

  I was exhausted. He quickly excused himself. Then he came back to the room and wrapped me up in his arms. I loved being cuddled, and I fell asleep.

  7

  Matt

  Waking up next to sweet little Renee was fantastic. She just fit into my body in a way that was utterly amazing. I watched her sleep instead of going for my morning run and workout.

  She was the one person who made me lose all self-control. That could be dangerous and it scared me. I’d never lost control with a woman before.

  When I felt the condom break, I had a hard time stopping and not taking it a step further. I regained it af
ter a moment, but I was tempted to not give a damn. Then I realized I couldn’t live with myself if I trapped her into a relationship by getting her pregnant. That was the only reason I could regain some sort of self-control.

  I almost got up to get that medicine for her while she slept. But it would be a dick move to disappear while she slept without a word.

  After staring at her for a while, I forced myself to get up. I didn't know how long she planned to sleep, and I didn't want to be a creeper staring at her all morning. Besides, I had practice soon.

  Crap, practice.

  If she didn't wake up like now, I would have to go practice while she slept in my bed.

  I made my usual breakfast: almond butter on toast, egg white omelette, and a protein shake. It was a basic meal, but it fueled my muscles.

  I checked my phone and saw a text from Renee's brother.

  Webs: You were SUPPOSED to bring Renee home.

  Me: Sorry. We got carried away and she's asleep.

  I scribbled a note telling Renee that I had to go to practice and there was food in the pantry. I left out how I wanted her to stay at my place or any other feelings. It was just too overwhelming to try and put down.

  I couldn't get truly attached to her. She was my kryptonite at this point, and she would be leaving in a day's time. It was weird, since before, I had nothing except one-night-stands and I never worried about getting attached. Yet I wanted her. I wanted her so badly.

  Before leaving her, I snuck into my bedroom and gave her one more kiss. She didn't move at all. It was a disappointment, but it was for the best. I could actually go to practice without being drawn back into bed.

  Renee

  I stretched as I woke up. It was bright in the room. It was almost insane how much light came in. The bedroom had floor-to-ceiling windows and no curtains.

  I padded out to the kitchen area. The apartment was quiet. I looked around Matt's place. It was minimalistic but nice. There didn't seem to be anything out of place.

  I noticed a handwritten note. I knew it was Matt. His writing looked like chicken scratch. It took a couple of attempts to decipher what the hell he wrote. I finally realized it said:

  Renee

  Had to go to practice. Help yourself to anything.

  That was it. Not even a signature. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit hurt by the lack of a closing. I wanted to hear that he would miss me or that he wanted me to stay. Instead, there was nothing.

  His touch and taste was so damn addicting, but I was starting to think that it was a one-sided feeling. I should have known that I was just a hookup for him.

  I cursed myself for starting to fall for him. I should have known that he didn't have any true feelings for me.

  I was so tempted to take an Uber back to Colton's place. That way I didn't have to face Shoresy so quickly after he brushed me off. But that was being a coward. I couldn't hide from him. Now I had two hours to spend alone. I took a shower and then went to look for something to eat. His fridge was pretty bare but organized. Aside from some beer, everything was super healthy.

  Maybe I was wrong and he wasn't brushing me off. He was a guy, and he could just be shit at communicating. With the ways our bodies would connect and play off each other, I hoped he was just shit at communication.

  So I settled onto the sofa with a cup of tea and I started to read on my phone. I could at least take the time to enjoy the latest Stephen King novel. I tried not to overthink the note. I should just be pleased that he let me sleep in and was okay with me staying at his place alone.

  8

  Matt

  It was weird walking into practice behind Klaus and Scotty. Scotty normally arrived obscenely early to get everything prepared. We had a game tonight, so that made it even more unusual. Although, I saw that they both had cups of coffee in their hand, so it was likely that they stopped for coffee on the way in.

  "Boo!" shouted Cameron.

  I couldn't see the blond rookie, but I knew his voice. That was a poorly planned jump scare. He’d done it to the wrong person. Klaus didn't react, but Scotty certainly did. Scotty jumped and cursed in French while throwing his coffee on the poor kid.

  Everyone was silent. You didn't prank the head coach. I didn't think Cam meant to do it to Scotty, but we were all going to pay for it. At least Cam didn't react to having the coffee tossed onto him, even though it had to burn.

  It was tense, and nobody moved. Scotty stared down the kid, but Klaus grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him towards the locker room in a vain attempt to keep the kid from getting into too much trouble. The look on Scotty's face said it all, though: he was pissed.

  The room had rap music blaring, and everyone was in various states of putting on their gear. Everyone was in a good mood, unaware of what had just happened outside the room. As I pulled off my hoodie, the music suddenly cut and all chatter ceased. I looked up to see a very pissed-off Scotty. Even Lily was in the room, so it was an official team meeting before practice, which was unusual.

  I stopped getting dressed to give Scotty my full attention.

  "So, enough is enough. I've put up with the pranks long enough, but they are getting out of hand." He pointed towards Cameron. "Because of this young lad, you will all pay for it. It's going to be a bag skate today."

  There was a collective groan in the locker room. Bag skate days meant tons of skating. Our legs would be dead by the end of the practice. I didn't usually mind bag skates, but I was tired from the previous night's excitement. Not the ideal practice before a game, since a lot of the guys’ legs would be dead from the skating.

  "You guys need to cool it with the pranks. Not to mention they’re not even good pranks. It's not funny to claim that someone is pregnant. Nor is it cool to deprive me of coffee. If I even so much as see a water bottle cap being unscrewed over the next week, there's going to be hell to pay. I'm not talking about a bag skate or fine. I'm talking about a full on suspension.

  "We're going into the playoffs, boys. This isn't the time to fuck around. It's time to buckle down and get serious. You got ten minutes to finish getting ready, and then I expect all of you to be out on the ice."

  Then he stormed out of the locker room. The guys who were fully dressed and Lily made their way out onto the ice. There were a few of us still in the process of getting dressed. It was a slap-dash affair.

  Somehow, Webs and I were the last two left in the room. He gave me a conciliatory glance. "I didn't rat you out to Scotty about the thing with Renee. I was only upset about the whole thing until I realized you actually like my sister. Now I’m trying to come to terms with that."

  It was so unnecessary for him to explain himself like that. I shook my head. "Dude. I know it was Klaus and he wouldn't do it out of maliciousness. He thought it was funny and probably told him as they came in together. However, that jump scare was just really poor timing."

  Weber shook his head. "What a dumbass. Too bad it wasn't just Klaus. That would have been wicked to see him jump."

  "Well, he didn’t really react until he realized Cam was in deep shit. Then he got Cam out of the area."

  As we were tugging on the last of our gear, he said, "Well, we better get out there."

  We both went out and skated for the next two hours.

  Renee

  It didn't take too long for the door to open up. Matt came in, and he wore a huge smile on his face. He also had a coffee tray with him. He came straight up to me. "So, I spoke with Webs. I hope his intel was right." He tried to give me a kiss, and I turned my face so he could only kiss my cheek. "Everything okay, Renee?"

  "It's fine." I had tried to put the concerns about waking up alone aside, but they really only festered while he was at practice. Even seeing him with treats for me didn’t make it all better.

  He sat down on his coffee table and forced me to look at him. "Renee. I'm not dumb. You're upset over something. Are you angry that I talked to Webs about you?"

  "No." I choked on a laugh. I could
n't believe the words that I was hearing. Of all the absurd things I could be upset about, him talking to my brother about me wasn't one of them.

  He smiled as he scrutinized my face. “Are you sure you don’t want the chocolate croissant and mocha latte?" He passed over the treats after he grabbed his own cup of coffee.

  It was nice. He had my favorite order right. The fact that he’d even taken the time to talk to my brother about what my favorite coffee order was told me I was literally mad over nothing. He cared about my feelings and me. He just didn’t put them into a note. I shouldn’t have expected a love letter.

  As I took a sip of the coffee, I said, "It's nothing." He cupped my face and traced the back of his rough hand along my jawline. Which only got me to say more. "I was being dumb and overthinking things."

  "Can you clue me in?" he pleaded with me.

  "Am I just a hookup to you?" It seemed like the easiest way to have the hard conversation we needed to have. I was going home in the morning. We needed to have this talk. I needed to know where we were going.

  He shook his head and forced himself onto the sofa beside me before he pulled me into his lap. His arms enveloped me as he laid his head on mine. "It's anything you want it to be."

  "That's not what I meant." I was testier than I should have been, but I had point-blank asked him if I was a hookup. It wasn’t that hard a question to answer.

  "Yes, it was, Renee. You wanted to know if I thought it was a hookup. I don't know what we are. I know I want you." With a finger, he forced my chin to turn towards him so I could see into his eyes. "Things are complicated by the fact that you live in Regina. I'm not selfish enough to think you will just move in here if we go for it, and we both know I'm tied to here. Long distance isn't for everyone. So if it's just a hookup, that's okay. Well, I would love for it to be more than a hookup, but it's on you to decide. I'll accept anything. You have the power to obliterate my self-control and decide what we are."