The Puck Secret (Fairfield U Book 1)

Dinner is unbearable, just like I knew it would be. My dad made a show of signing a few autographs when we got here, and his wife has spent the last hour trying to play footsie with me under the table. I’ve had to remind myself several times of the reason I am here, of the work I need to put in pretending I give a shit about him at all.

“You really need to work on your game, son. Drafts aren’t far off, and if you want to follow in your old man’s footsteps you need to work a bit harder.” His voice grates on me as Clarissa, his wife, drags her foot up my leg once more. Her actions and his words force me from the table as I stand abruptly.

“Excuse me for a moment.” I don’t even explain where I am going, not even sure myself, but I head in the direction of the back of the restaurant in the hopes I can escape for a few minutes before having to suffer some more.

When I reach the back hallway I notice there are doors leading to the bathrooms, but also a door that looks to lead outside, perfect. I push through it harshly and it swings open fully, banging on the wall as I storm out, before slamming shut behind me.

I inhale a deep breath, just as someone lets out a startled curse, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

My eyes snap to the left, where I find the last person I ever expected to see tonight. Maddie looks up at me with a dash of fear in her stare as she scrambles to stand up straight. I’m confused by her reaction at first, but then I realize how it must have looked and sounded as I stormed out here and let the door swing and slam. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She rises on shaky legs, hand clutching at her chest, yet still she keeps her guard up as she says, “You didn’t scare me.” I just nod at her response and move closer to the chain fence surrounding us, as I try to take some deep breaths and calm myself down. I can still feel her stare on me so I’m not surprised when she asks, “Are you okay?”

I almost laugh, because there has got to be some kind of fucked up karma that one of the people I hate is asking me how I am. I turn so I can face where she stands by the door, arms clutching her elbows as she battles against the cool weather in her outfit. She looks gorgeous, dressed up all fancy for what no doubt is a lovely family dinner she gets to enjoy, unlike mine.

My eyes move to the floor in front of me as I admit, “Yeah, my dad could just give yours a run for his money, that’s all.” I don’t know why I say that, why I let myself be so honest with her, but a part of me just knows that it will stay right here in this alley between the two of us.

I’m surprised she even listens. Even more surprised when she takes a step towards me. “I thought your dad wasn’t involved in your life?” I snap my stare back to her and find her still watching me warily, nothing but curiosity staining her face, but when she sees my confusion she adds with a shrug, “Your mom and I used to talk a lot.” She says it so casually, like it’s nothing, like she hasn’t just exploded my brain with her admission.

“Talk about what?” I know she knew my mom, it would be hard not to considering how long she worked for Maddie’s dad, but I didn’t know they ever talked, that they were even close enough to talk.

Maddie smiles as if recalling the memories of her, and I find myself fascinated in whatever she has to say next. “About everything, but mostly you. Nothing was more important to her. You’re lucky you have such an amazing parent in your corner trust me, you don’t ever want to take that for granted.” Her face turns solemn at her words, and I find myself wanting to reach out to comfort her.

“I won’t.” Two words in response and her smile returns, and even though I know I shouldn’t, I can’t help but step forward and add, “Look, Maddie, about Saturday.”

Her spine immediately straightens as she sighs, “You just had to ruin it.” I almost smile at her exasperation, just because of the fact I am so much more familiar with it, but we need to move forward.

“We should talk about what happened.” I tell myself it’s because I want to clear the air, but that’s a lie. The air between us has always been dirty, and I want nothing more than to make it dirtier.

“Nope, I am not doing this.” I don’t miss the blush creeping up her neck as she turns to bolt, but I move faster than her, grabbing her elbow to put a halt to her escape.

“Hey, you came looking for me, not the other way around, Princess.” I drop her elbow and hold my hands up in mock surrender. “No need to be embarrassed,” I add with a shrug. That blush on her face turns to anger as she stares at me in disbelief.

“Embarrassed?” she scoffs a laugh, shaking her head. “First of all, I will never be embarrassed about any sexual decision I make, this is my body and I will do whatever the fuck I want with it.” She steps towards me, eyes filled with wrath as she pokes her finger into my chest, and I can’t help but grin. “Second of all, I wasn’t even looking for you, Darkmore, so get over yourself please.”

My enjoyment over her outrage lasts only seconds when her second point hits home. “What?” I stutter, the smile dropping from my face instantly.

“I was looking for Reign, but I found you instead.” Anger and jealousy swarm together inside of me like a perfect storm, and I feel nothing but fury as I bite back at her.

“Wow, and you were just willing to drop to your knees for any one of us. I knew you were a slut, but I never pegged you for a bunny.” The words are a cheap shot and completely untrue, but this new found need for her is overriding my other emotions.

Her eyes harden and I swear I see a little hurt behind them, but I can’t be sure. “Go to hell, Darkmore!”

I reach up and curl an escaped hair around her ear, as I lean forward and whisper, “Only if you join me, Princess.”

She slaps my hand away and takes a step back. “Why do you even care? You got to get off, not me. The scales were tipped in your favor, so I’m sure your giant ego can get over it.”

Without waiting for a response she turns on her heels and storms back inside, leaving me staring after her. Those words repeat in my mind and I move before I can really think about it, stalking after her until I can grab her once more. Ignoring her shocked gasp, I drag her into one of the bathrooms and close the door behind us, locking us on the inside.

“What the hell is your problem?” she huffs, as I put her down against the door, and she attempts to straighten herself back up, casting a look of pure contempt at me.

I drop to my knees and her eyes go wide as I reach up her skirt and cup the back of her legs. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to think I’m selfish now.” I keep my stare on hers, as she freezes and lets me drag my hands slowly up her thighs, giving her every opportunity to say no, to push me off, but when I reach the lace of her underwear, I feel on top of the world.

“Nova,” she gasps out my name like a panicked plea. “What are you doing?” Her face is a mix of confusion and lust as she stares down at me, and I have never felt more fucking powerful on my knees before.

My fingers grip her panties softly, as I ignore her question and drag them down her legs. When I reach her ankles and she leans forward to hold onto my shoulders to step out of them, my heart threatens to burst from my chest. Fuck. The anticipation is rippling through me like a bomb waiting to go off, like any sudden movements might end it all, but the way she is looking at me right now, I would gladly explode a thousand times over.

The slide of my hands back up her legs causes goosebumps to spread across her skin, and I want to drag my tongue along every single one of them. To taste every inch of her body until she is begging me to stop. When I pull up the hem of her skirt she gasps, but I can barely breathe, let alone take notice of it, as I bare her pussy to me. Fuck, she is absolutely perfect. I lean forward and inhale her scent until nothing else exists around me, and when another breathy gasp slips past her mouth, my restraint snaps.

She moans loudly at the first flick of my tongue, and I smile against her skin as I look up at her and our eyes collide. Fuck I want those sounds, I want every single one of them, but we can’t risk being caught. “If you want me to make this pussy mine then you better stay quiet for me, Princess. As much as I want to hear you scream for me, this isn’t the place to do it.” My fingers caress her lips, and she rolls her hips against me seeking more friction as I curse. “You’re so fucking wet for me already, aren’t you?”

My tongue reaches out again, slowly running along the full length of her slit, lapping up her juices. Every drag across her folds adds to my addiction to her, and I spread her lips open and dive in. “Nova, please,” she begs, and words have never sounded so sweet coming from her lips before.

A thud sounds out, and I look up to see her head tilted back against the door where she has her eyes closed. I part her lips and gently bite her clit until it snaps back forward. “Eyes on me when I have my mouth on your cunt, Princess.”

I let my tongue glide up her slit again and she gasps, her entire body tensing as she moans, “Oh, God.” I lick her up and down slowly, dragging my tongue over every inch of her pussy, before dipping inside to tease her clit. I latch on to it, sucking it hard into my mouth and groaning at the sweet taste of her. I tug it between my teeth, licking and biting until I am lost in her.

Her pussy throbs as I feel her getting wetter and wetter. Gripping one of her thighs and lifting it over my shoulder, I open her up even more for me, and go at her even faster and harder than before. I am so fucking greedy for her I can barely breathe, just feasting on her until she cries out for me. “Nova, fuck, please,” she pleads and I smile against her pussy.

“Do you like seeing me on my knees for you, Princess?” I swirl my tongue around her clit lazily, dipping down towards her hole as my hand comes around her ass to grip it tightly. So fucking perfect.

Another groan tears from her throat, despite her trying to push them down, and when she sees the smug smile on my face she pushes her hands into my hair and pulls tightly, making me hiss. “Not as much as you like seeing me on mine.”

Her hands being on me elicits a strange reaction, and I push into her touch as her words light me up inside. “No truer words have ever been spoken,” I purr, letting my breath ghost against her cunt, as I spread her open even more for me.

Then I dive in even deeper than before, attacking her clit with my tongue and lashing against it at lightning speed, until she is gasping and shaking against me. I push my mouth further down, relishing in the pain her grip in my hair causes, as I penetrate her hole with my tongue and start fucking her sweet cunt. Her fingers dig into my skull, holding me to her as I feel her entire body start to contract against me.

When she reaches the edge and I pull back, she almost screams in frustration as my thumb starts to slowly rub over her clit. “Nova,” she groans, pushing her hips forward to try and create more friction.

“Are you going to beg, Princess?” I tease, licking her taste from my lips as I try to restrain myself from going back for more.

“God, I fucking hate you,” she pants, her chest rising and falling in rapid movements as she tries to catch her breath.

“That’s okay,” I say with a smile. “You can still hate me and come on my face at the same time.” Moving in again, I start to taste and tease her once more, letting one of my fingers slide inside her cunt and rejoicing in the feel of it tightening around me. “I’m gonna make this pretty little pussy come all over my tongue.”

Whatever she was about to say is cut off with a moan, as I dive back in and feast on her like she is my last goddamn meal. Madeline Peters might be the daughter of the devil, but right now, as she writhes against my fingers and tongue, she is nothing but a perfect fucking angel.