Pucked Over (Pucked #3) (34 page)

“You think?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” She circles my nipple with her fingertip. “That must have been so painful.”

“It was.”

“You don’t have to talk about it.”

“It’s fine. It’s an old hockey injury. We were kids messing around on the lake. I got into it with a guy a couple years older than me. I wasn’t wearing a cup, and, well, I almost had my dick decapitated.”

“That must’ve been awful. How old were you?”

“Eleven.”

“Oh, God. That would be traumatizing.”

“I was pretty scared I was going to end up with half a dick.”

She snorts. “Your half is most people’s average.”

“I’m glad I have all of it.”

I run a hand up and down her spine, thinking about how things went down after the accident. “Surgery was brutal. My mom stayed at the hospital the entire time ’cause my dad was away. He only came to see me once, and he freaked out. He was less worried about my feelings about the injury and more concerned about how it was going to impact my ability to play hockey. When I got out of the hospital, my dad had moved out.”

Lily lifts her head from my chest, her disgust almost soothing. “What?”

“It wasn’t because of what happened.” I look up at the ceiling. I don’t know why I’m telling her this, but I want to. “He had a hard time not putting his dick where it didn’t belong when he was away. I think my mom had had enough. My accident was a good reason to finally put an end to it.”

“I’m so sorry. That must have been tough.”

“He was away a lot, so I didn’t see much of him, anyway. Things were a lot less stressful once he was out of the picture.” I put my arm around Lily and roll her over so she’s under me. I don’t know how this conversation got so serious, or why I feel compelled to tell her all this personal shit. It’s not something I usually do, but then, blow jobs are also unusual. “We’re supposed to be having fun, aren’t we?”

“I thought we were having fun.” She runs her fingers through my hair.

“We should have more.” I cover her mouth with mine. Then I make her come with my mouth before I get inside her like I’ve wanted to for the past two weeks. Usually I keep my eyes on hers when I come, but this time I have to bury my face against her neck. It’s just too much.

***

The next day I hijack her from Waters’ house and take her back to my place. We spend the entire day screwing our brains out. Lily blows me in the shower and again in the living room while I’m trying to watch sports highlights. I feel like I’m making up for all the missed years of BJs in one week.

I don’t get to keep her the entire time she’s here, which sucks, but the time we do have is awesome—and we’re not always naked. Although, we are naked a lot. Two days before I’m scheduled to leave for the next away game, I get a message from Miller saying Waters booked ice time, and we need to get our asses in gear. And to bring Lily along.

We’re in bed. Lily’s lounging on my chest, flipping aimlessly through channels. She’s naked. As is my preference.

“You brought skates with you to Chicago, right?” I ask, skimming the contour of her hip. The thought of her in one of her skating outfits makes me instantly hard. I tent the sheets.

Lily pulls the covers off my dick, and he springs free, sticking straight up. Well, mostly straight. I’ve got a curve from the scar.

“I have a spare pair at Sunny’s. Why?” Lily circles the head with her fingertip, watching it jump. She thinks my scar is sexy. It’s interesting how one person’s reaction could change my perspective so quickly. She kisses from my neck to my chin.

“Because we’re going skating.”

She pauses in her mission to get her tongue back in my mouth. “Why would we do that when we can get our exercise here? We’re supposed to be fucking our faces off.”

I chuckle. “Waters scored a couple hours of ice time today. Miller and Sunny are gonna be there. It’ll be fun to do something other than get naked.”

“Naked is the most fun.”

“We’ll do that again later.” I attempt to roll off the bed, but Lily throws her leg over mine.

“Fine, but we’re already naked, and you’re hard, so we should do something about it before we go anywhere. Otherwise you’ll embarrass yourself with this.”

She strokes me a couple of times. I nab the box of condoms from the dresser and shake one out on the bed. Lily tears it open and rolls it on. I flip her over on her back, get inside her, and make her come like I always do.

Afterwards, we get dressed. I convince Lily to wear one of her skating outfits because I think they’re hot. We’re about twenty minutes later than we should be getting to the rink. But Waters rented it for two hours, so we’ve got plenty of time. Miller told me Waters wants to teach Violet how to skate, and he figured this would be the only way it would happen.

When we get there, Waters and Westinghouse are already on the ice with Sunny and Charlene. Lily’s quick to get her skates on and hit the rink. Violet’s sitting on the bench with Miller, who’s adjusting his skates.

“Hey, man, you’re late.” He gives me props. “Once Vi gets the hang of things, we’re gonna play girls against guys.”

Violet snorts. “On a cold day in hell.”

“You’ll be fine. It’s easy. You’re marrying a hockey player. You have to learn how to skate.”

“Aren’t there skates with double blades on them? Can’t I learn on those?”

“Those are for toddlers, Vi. They don’t make them in your size.” Miller pats her on the shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Come on. Let’s do this.”

“Give me a minute. I’m psyching myself up.”

“That’s what you’ve been saying for the last twenty.”

“This takes a lot of psyching, Buck.” She taps her temple, then motions to her feet. “I’m wearing a set of blades. On my feet. It’s dangerous. Someone could die.”

“No one’s gonna die.”

“I could lacerate someone.”

Miller looks at me and cringes.

“Maybe we should all wear cups,” I say,
mostly
joking.

“It might not be a bad idea.” Miller looks back at Violet. “I’m sending Waters over here to get you if you’re not on the ice in two. He’s being super patient, Vi. You’re probably hurting his feelings.”

“Whatever. Nothing a BJ won’t solve.”

Miller points a finger at her face. “That’s your overshare for today. No more freebies.”

“You won the overshare contest today when you told me your dick is chafed from too much Sunshine cookie.”

“You two realize I’m right here, listening to this.”

They both look at me.

“And your point is?” Violet asks.

“Just letting you know it isn’t a private conversation.”

“Miller will pay for your therapy bills.” She turns back to her brother. “See? I used your real name. Give me five more minutes. Then I’ll come out.”

Miller shrugs, steps out onto the ice, and is gone. I sit down on the bench so I can adjust my laces. Violet’s got hockey skates on instead of the figure skating kind. Lily waves as she skates past us, doing a little twirl and a jump.

Violet frowns. “Seriously. I have no idea how she does that.”

We watch her make her way around the rink, leaping and spinning. She’s graceful and smooth. It’s exactly the way she is in bed. I fucking love it.

“You’re thinking about having sex with her,” Violet whispers. “I can tell.”

I glance at her. “Why would you think that?”

“Your woody.” She points at my crotch.

I glance down, even though I’m not hard.

She starts laughing. “Oh my God, Balls. You’re the funniest.” She punctuates it with one of her hip thrusts. She’s been managing not to do that as much lately.

I shake my head and lace my skates. “What’s your beef with skating?”

“I don’t have a beef. I’m uncoordinated. I can’t even do yoga without falling on my face. I don’t know why Alex thinks I need to learn how to skate. I’ll probably commit accidental manslaughter and end up in prison. They won’t even have a library, and if they do they’ll only carry the classics and none of the smutty books I like to read for fun. Not that I’ll want to read smut with no dick around. See why this is a bad idea?” She crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing everyone on the ice.

They’re in the middle of the rink. Miller’s disappeared somewhere. All of a sudden music blasts through the sound system.

Sunny claps her hands. “Oh! Alex and Lily, remember that routine you used to do?”

Lily and Waters share a look. I don’t like the hot feeling in my neck. They laugh.

I can’t hear the rest of the conversation over the music, but Lily and Waters face off against each other. It looks like they’re getting ready to drop the puck, but then they start talking, moving their feet in little stilted circles, making hand gestures.

“What’s going on over there?” Violet asks.

“I’m not sure.” I remind myself that Lily and Waters have known each other their whole lives. They’re like brother and sister, kinda like Miller and Violet, except hopefully not quite as open.

Waters holds out his hand and Lily takes it. They skate down the ice. Together. She doesn’t look at me when she passes; her eyes are glued to Waters’ as they start in on a routine. I glance at Violet, who’s looking at me with something like panic on her face.

I check the ice again. Waters is definitely rusty. He’s an awesome skater, but he’s been in pro hockey for the past six years, so the whole light-on-his-feet business hasn’t been much of a priority. But he’s still more graceful that most of the guys on the ice, and now I get why.

By their third pass, they’ve found their rhythm. Lily skates circles around him and does this incredible spin thing. Then things get serious. They’ve got their hands on each other. His are on her waist and hers on his shoulder. I’m not all that excited about them touching each other.

Their faces are close, and she gives him a nod. I don’t know what it means until Waters lifts her in the air. Her body arcs in this perfect pose. A slapshot of emotions hits me. I’m suddenly sad all over again that she lost her chance at the Olympics. She would’ve been amazing. I’m in awe because she’s damn well gorgeous. I’m also irrationally pissed that Waters is touching her. I recognize the emotion as jealousy. I don’t get to think too much about that, though, because suddenly Violet is elbowing my side.

“Maybe you should get out there. Go get your girl.”

“They’re doing some kind of routine.” I reply evenly, though I feel some level of panic.

“Notice how intimate this routine is. Note how good they are at it?”

“That’s probably because they’ve done it a million times.”

“So you don’t have a problem with the way they’re touching each other, then?”

I glance at her to see whether she’s serious. She looks it. “Do you?”

“They grew up together, so it’s probably fine, right?” She watches them for a few seconds before she asks, “Does Lily bone like she figure skates?”

I open my mouth to tell her I’m not at liberty to say, but she cuts me off with a wave of her hand. “Never mind. I already know the answer to that question. Guys like you don’t go back for repeat sexing if isn’t stellar. I bet she fucks like a goddamn prostitute on steroids. I bet her pussy is like Fort Knox. Do you think she ever crushed on Alex?”

“I doubt it.”

“Do you know for sure?” she asks.

The real answer is I don’t. I’m guessing. And I’ve already mentally asked myself that question. I open my mouth, but Violet goes on one of her tangents.

“I need to take stripper dance classes so I can move like her. Lily may have small boobs, but she could get a boob job to have ones like mine and try to seduce my man.”

“That’s not going to happen and Lily’s boobs aren’t small.”

She gives me another one of her looks as she stands up and wobbles on her skates.

“It won’t. And they’re nice.”

“Nice and small. There’s nothing wrong with that.” She puts a hand on my shoulder and stares me right in the eye. “Don’t think for a second that I buy you not caring about what’s going on out there, Balls.” She grimaces but doesn’t even thrust once. “I see how you look at her. I was there when you dry-fucked her in my laundry room, and I saw the expression on
your
face when you made her come. You want to pretend all you’re doing is buddy-fucking, go right ahead, but I see through you like watery jizz. Now help me get on the ice so Alex can show me how to skate.” She clutches my arm. “And I’m glomming onto you, just so you know, not because I want him to be jealous, but because I’m pretty sure I’ll fall flat on my face otherwise.”

I cock a brow.

“Okay, I want him to be a little jealous, but not worried I want to bone you or anything. Because I don’t. Now help me.”

“Don’t worry. I got you.” Violet comes maybe to my shoulder, if that. I thread my arm through hers. There’s no way to avoid brushing the side of her boob; it’s that big. I pretend it’s not happening.

I step out onto the ice first and direct her to hold on to the ledge until she gets her footing. “You’ve never skated before?”

“I’ve skated. I was a kid. All I remember was that I didn’t like it, and I hurt myself, and my mom didn’t make me do it again. I avoided sports. I did math camp instead. Oh, and cooking classes because I love eating.”