The Pucking Wrong Date: A Hockey Romance (The Pucking Wrong Series Book 3)

As I blinked awake, the soft morning light filtering through the crack in the curtains, a familiar sense of disorientation washed over me. It took a moment for my groggy mind to register where I was, and when it did, a thrill fluttered in my chest—a thrill and a terror.

I was in bed…with Walker…

Again.

Rolling onto my side, I found myself gazing at his still sleeping form, the gentle rise and fall of his chest a soothing rhythm in the quiet of the room. His features were softened in slumber, any lines of tension smoothed away in the vulnerability of sleep.

For a brief moment, I allowed myself to indulge in a daydream of what it would be like to wake up to this sight every day—to feel his warmth beside me, his steady breathing, his reassuring presence.

But of course it didn’t take long for reality to crash over me like a wave, pulling me back from the edge of my fantasies.

I couldn’t afford to let myself fall for him—not when the stakes were so high, not with what my life was like.

I rode the edge of complete destruction every single day.

Walker could break me, destroy all I’d done to survive like it was nothing but fragile glass.

Not wanting those kinds of thoughts to mess with my “perfect weekend”, I moved to get out of the bed and use the bathroom. Some cold water on my face would do wonders.

As I went to slide out of the sheets though, something hard bit into my wrist.

Confused, I glanced down to see…a handcuff.

Walker had handcuffed me to him.

What the hell?

I glanced up at his face only to see a sleepy, roguish grin playing on his lips.

‘I was making sure you couldn’t sneak out on me again,’ he murmured, his voice low and husky with sleep as he pulled me towards him by my cuffed wrist so I tumbled onto his hard chest.

I stared at him in disbelief.

“I can’t believe you handcuffed me!” I grumbled, not sounding as indignant as I would have liked. “And why the hell do you even have handcuffs with you?”

He winked at me and I tried not to let it affect me. Who would have thought that I’d like being handcuffed…because the guy was desperate to keep me.

“I don’t know that there’s much I wouldn’t do to keep you,” he murmured, his free hand softly stroking my cheek until I was leaning into him like a purring cat as we continued to stare at each other.

“It’s just for the weekend,” I reminded him, and he flinched as if I’d struck him before finally taking a deep breath.

“Whatever you say,” he told me lightly, like there wasn’t any part of him that believed me.

Unfortunately, I was beginning to not believe myself.

The fact that I had to pee hit me hard then, and I shook the handcuff so the rattle filled the air. “Are you going to let me out of this?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Depends…are you going to run away the second I do?”

I huffed. But also…I had no plans to run this weekend.

I wanted to soak every second up.

Awe washed over me as I gazed at his gorgeous face. It was like he’d been made for me, perfectly designed to be my biggest weakness.

His features were chiseled and rugged, his jawline sharp and defined. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue, a depth and intensity to them that drew me in like a beacon in the darkness.

“I’m not going to run,” I said softly, and his answering grin was heartbreaking…because I loved it so much. It was equal parts charming and mischievous, with just a hint of vulnerability lurking beneath the surface. Just enough to set me at ease that he wasn’t as confident about all of this as he came across.

Maybe he was scared too.

“That’s what I needed to hear,” he murmured back, brushing a kiss against my lips that had my insides fluttering even though my body definitely needed a break.

That monster dick of his could also be called a pussy destroyer.

He grabbed a small key from the nightstand next to him and he unlocked the cuffs, pressing another soft kiss on my wrist where there was a light mark.

I hopped off the bed, trying not to be self conscious about the fact that I was still naked as I walked into the bathroom.

Glancing back, I saw that he was watching me, his head propped up in a tattooed hand.

As his gaze held mine, a silent promise of safety and security in his blue depths, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—taking a risk on him might be worth it in the end.

Walker

While Olivia went through her morning routine, I threw on a pair of briefs—not ready for her to discover the…surprise on my dick.

There was a reason I’d fucked Olivia from behind last night, and it didn’t have anything to do with the fact that she had the most perfect ass I’d ever seen.

Although that was a bonus.

She might not have run after the handcuffs…but she was probably still at the stage where she’d run if she saw…I adjusted my cock, groaning because it was fucking sore.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand to voice my complaints to the parties responsible.

Me: My dick fucking hurts.

Ari: That’s what she said.

King Linc:…

Ari: What? Didn’t like my “she said” joke?

Me: It didn’t make sense at all in that context.

Ari: Fair. I”ll keep workshopping.

King Linc: How about instead of “workshopping” you take a vow to never attempt a “she said” joke again.

Ari: How dare you. I’m trying to master my craft and you’re being a Negative Nancy. No one likes a Negative Nancy, Golden Boy. NO ONE!

Me: Actually I 100% agree with Lincoln on this one.

Ari: And that surprises no one.

Me: Can we get back to my dick.

Me: I mean not literally get back to my dick. But…

King Linc: I’ve told you this before, I don’t want to know about your dick, Disney.

Ari: I’m sorry. I have to do it.

King Linc: Don’t do it.

Me: Please don’t do it.

Ari: That’s what she said!

King Linc: …

Olivia distracted me from the ridiculousness happening on my phone by stepping out of the bathroom, a robe wrapped around her fucking perfect body. “I need to get ready for the shower,” she said, a blush on her cheeks, probably because of the way I was eye fucking her. “Can you do something about that?” she asked, gesturing wildly with her hands.

“What?” I asked, frowning as I glanced at my chest. I mean, yes, I had an erection, but that was to be expected if she was in the room.

“Put a shirt on. And then maybe eat a donut or something, so the rest of us mere mortals can feel better about ourselves,” she griped, like she wasn’t perfection incarnate herself.

I was totally going to tell Cole about that line though. Eat your heart out, rockstar. Hockey players were the shit.

It hit me then that I wasn’t going to see her for another part of the day and I frowned, wishing she hadn’t taken the handcuffs off and we were snapped together in bed right now.

I wanted a lifetime of that.

Maybe not the handcuff part, but the spending every second together part for sure.

“I’m going to go take a shower, I’m a mess,” she explained as she gathered up her clothes.

“If you’re referring to the state of your pussy, I think it’s the best kind of mess,” I told her, my dick getting harder just thinking about my cum being inside her. I wanted to keep that pussy full of me.

I reluctantly rolled out of bed so that I could walk her back to her room. I probably had some groomsman shit I was supposed to be at—not that Harley would want me there. But I had to keep appearances…or at least keep up the reminder that he needed to play a part too.

Last night’s near bitch fit on his part was totally unacceptable.

“Oh, you don’t need to come with me. I promise I’ll see you later,” she rushed out as she watched me pull on a pair of jeans.

“Yeah, that’s not happening. I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight unless I have to. You did tell me I could have all weekend. You’re not trying to get out of that, are you, Jones?”

Olivia took a second to respond, her gaze was too caught up with the sight of me slipping on my shirt.

“Jones?”

She shook her head, like she was trying to shake herself from a trance. “I would never.”

“Good,” I called as I walked into the bathroom to throw some water on my face and maybe use some hair gel. “Because I would hate to have to use those handcuffs again.”

She giggled like I’d said something funny.

I totally wasn’t joking.

Once inside the bathroom, I stared at myself in the mirror as I washed my face and brushed my hair, thinking I looked…alive. Maybe for the first time.

I’d always been relatively laid back, sane.

It kind of felt now like that had been a mask I’d been wearing, and who I was with Olivia was who I was always meant to be.

A crazy thought for sure.

But if you weren’t crazy in love…were you actually in love?

Food for thought for all the haters.

When I came back, she was sitting on the bed, her mouth pinched and unhappy as she stared at her phone like it had personally wronged her.

“Everything all right, angel?” I asked, bending over to kiss her, because I couldn’t help myself.

“Just the usual reminder,” she murmured, pulling away from the kiss and staring out the window despondently. “That all this isn’t real.”

Olivia was silent the whole trip to her room and I could feel her withdrawing from me as we walked.

I wanted to tell her that it was real. It was the realest fucking thing I’d ever felt.

But I also needed to read the room—and Olivia’s room was telling me that that kind of comment wasn’t going to get me anywhere right now.

“I’ll see you after the shower?” I told her, hoping the desperation wasn’t seeping out of my pores as I stood there.

“Bye,” she said simply, not answering my question as she slipped inside, and making me feel like a complete failure because I hadn’t yet figured out how I was going to make her happy.

I stood at the door for a long moment, hoping she’d throw it open and pull me inside, just as desperate to be near me as I was to be near her.

It took me a couple of minutes to finally resign myself to the fact that wasn’t going to happen.

I walked back to my room, checking my email to see where I was supposed to be today.

Pool Party: 2:00 pm.

Alright, I could wrap myself around the idea of a little sun.

My phone rang and I saw that it was Parker calling.

“What’s up, little brother?” I asked.

“Mom’s not eating again,” he answered solemnly, and I cursed…because wasn’t it always something?

“Did you call Dr. Calloway? Can he see her?”

“She’s been seeing Dr. Calloway. She’s just…” he sighed, and I heard everything he wanted to say.

Like the fact that our mother was broken.

Irreparably it seemed—since our dad had been gone for ten years now, and she’d never recovered.

Sure, there had been some months where she seemed like she was…okay.

But that never lasted long.

“Do—” I swallowed because the last thing I wanted was to leave. “Do you need me to come home?”

Parker had taken a football scholarship at University of Tennessee instead of on the west coast, so he could stay close to Mom and help out if needed. He got the brunt of her…issues.

Cole and I hadn’t handled it well…we’d just left.

“Aww, you must love me, if you’re offering to leave your looooover to come help me,” he teased, easing the tension that had built in my shoulders. If he could still joke around, things weren’t dire yet.

Or at least that was what I was telling myself.

I’m not sure that Olivia was prepared for me to kidnap her and take her to Tennessee.

Baby steps and all of that.

“You get your girl…Disney. And try not to get arrested while you do it.” he drawled. “I’ll get Mom to eat…one way or another.”

“I’m sorry,” I finally said, because that’s all I could say. My little brother was my hero on most days. Doing what Cole and I couldn’t stand to do—watch our mother rot away.

“K, you’re getting weepy on me. Cut it out,” Parker said, and I chuckled…because it was true.

But as I hung up, all I could hope was that my mother could keep her shit together long enough for me to figure out my current situation. The last thing that Olivia needed in her life was a problem like my mother.

She had enough problems with her own.

Another thing on my list to solve.