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

“You need to eat,” I coaxed her as we walked into the door of the house. She hadn’t eaten anything this morning before the hearing because she’d been too nervous. And on the plane, I hadn’t even been able to get her to eat Mabel’s cookies.

She and the baby needed nutrition, damnit.

“I can make you a smoothie…”

“I’m not hungry,” she muttered, heading towards the bedroom.

I followed after her…of course. Where she went I was always going to go.

Olivia walked into the closet and stopped in front of her side, staring at her clothes.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Can we talk now?”

“I think we should take a minute. Maybe I should get my own place for a little bit,” she said in a dead voice. “I’ll probably need a new realtor since the one I’ve been using clearly sucks.” She glared at me. “Or was that part of your plan too?”

Fair point about the realtor…but what had she just said? There was a buzzing in my ears and I was thinking I’d finally lost my mind because there was no way she was saying she needed some space. The farthest space she could have was the other side of the bed. “Space” was not happening.

“There’s no plan,” I said patiently. “If you would just listen to me. There’s a very reasonable explanation for what she said.”

Her golden eyes had lost their shine, and her expression was…defeated.

She pulled one of her favorite shirts off a hanger and I shook my head.

There was a lot that Olivia could want to leave me over…the foremost being our daughter in her stomach right now…but my deal with Jolette and Marco to smooth the way for our relationship was not one of them.

Sighing, I shook my head as I pulled the handcuffs out of my pocket.

I reached over and fastened them around her delicate wrist, the metallic click echoing loudly in the room.

Olivia glanced down at her arm, staring at the cuffs for a second before she gaped at me in disbelief.

‘What the hell are you doing?’ she demanded.

I stared back unflinchingly, my jaw clenched tight as I secured the other side of the cuffs to my wrist. ‘Making sure you don’t try to run from me before we talk about what that bitch said,’ I replied, my voice low and intense.

She huffed. “Seriously, Walker, undo these right now.” She didn’t seem scared or alarmed yet…that was good. This was a perfect practice run for if she ever figured out the birth control…and everything else I’d done.

‘We need to talk,’ I insisted, my voice tinged with urgency.

“You unhook me right now or…or…” her voice faded away as she failed to come up with something she would do to me.

My girl loved me too much to be mean.

I went to touch her cheek and she jerked away, a cute little growl coming from her lips.

“I met with them after Harley’s wedding,” I began. “You seemed to think that there wasn’t any reasoning with them, and that we were dead in the water.” I shrugged. “So I reasoned with them.”

Her lip trembled. “And what did reasoning with them look like?”

I gently pulled on her arm, taking her into the bedroom so she could sit on the bed. I needed to check her ankles for swelling too, see if I needed to massage them or anything. I’d read that airline travel and pregnancy sometimes weren’t fun.

“Sit down,” I told her, and she huffed and tried to cross her arms in front of her…before remembering her left arm was still attached to mine.

When I continued to stare at her demandingly, she flopped down on the bed, trying her best to make her irritation known.

“I told them that I was starting a new team, and dating you was the perfect opportunity to get some publicity. They thought that you dating me was good for your reputation, so it was an easy sell.”

She nodded, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Sweetheart,” I said, appalled at the sight of her crying. “Obviously that wasn’t true! It was all to make sure they wouldn’t get in the way of us being together. It’s not like I could have just reasoned with them.”

She nodded again. And I was beginning to hate that move.

“So the move to Dallas…that was you?” she asked quietly.

Shit. This web was going to untangle really quickly.

“Yes,” I said hesitantly.

“And the paparazzi magically knowing where we were most times we went out…you again?”

“I had to hold up at least part of my bargain,” I responded.

“And I assume the goal was to improve my reputation enough for me to perform to sold out crowds again?”

“I would assume that was their goal…yes.”

She stared down at the handcuff again and rattled it. ‘You know this is crazy, right…’ she muttered, her voice barely a whisper.

“Some would call it that, yes,” I responded, trying to hold in my grin…because it seemed like she was softening.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered after another long pause. “When you knew all they’d done to control and manipulate my life…why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because of the situation we’re in right this very second,” I responded fiercely.

“What?” she asked, confused.

“Angel face, you’re questioning me after months of us being together. After everything I did to get you free of the conservatorship. After I made Marco’s dick a pancake. After you got pregnant with my baby… Telling you the truth after we’d spent one weekend together was not going to go well.”

She bit down on her lip sheepishly…a small smile appearing. ”That’s—that’s probably a good point.”

I grinned triumphantly. This was going swimmingly.

“It’s safe to say I may have issues with trust,” she admitted, and when I tried to reach out to touch her cheek again, she didn’t move away.

“That is safe to say,” I snorted. “But for completely valid reasons,” I hurriedly added, not wanting her to feel bad about that.

There were lots of things about me she shouldn’t trust at all…being with her for the wrong reasons though…that wasn’t one of them.

“I’m sorry you have to put up with me,” she said softly. “I know it’s a lot.”

I stared at her in shock.

‘Sorry?’ I echoed, my voice filled with incredulity. ‘Olivia, I’m the one that’s sorry. Because clearly I’ve been doing a shitty job of showing just how much I love you. You’re not a burden, you’re my everything. Everything,” I repeated fiercely. “I breathe for you. I covet you. I spend every second of every day thinking about you. A burden?” I scoffed. “The way I love you goes beyond any love story you’ve ever heard. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you. I burn for you, in the way that only someone can when you’re holding a piece of their soul.”

She was staring at me like she was entranced, and I leaned in slowly and brushed a kiss against her lips.

Olivia’s answering sigh was one of relief. Like she hadn’t been able to handle the last couple of hours either. Hope was gleaming in her eyes, pushing out the fear she sometimes had that she wasn’t worthy of love.

“A little handcuffing is the least of what I’d do to keep you,” I told her, my forehead meeting hers as I breathed her in.

“Sometimes it sounds a little…crazy when you say things like that,” she murmured.

I laughed because…if she only knew.

“Good thing you love crazy.”

She nodded. “For some reason, I do.”

“If you can believe anything I say, believe this, angel. I will never let you go.”

“Can you take this off now?” she asked finally, rattling the handcuff, because she still thought they were some kind of a joke. That’s okay, it was better if she thought that way.

“Not quite,” I murmured, unhooking the cuff from around my wrist and snapping it on her free one.

A blush appeared on her cheeks and her gaze grew heavy-lidded. Evidently my girl actually liked cuffs…

That would be a fun thing to experiment with.

I laid her down on the bed, feeling a bit deranged as I stared at her. She was still wearing the prim and proper little skirt that she’d put on for the hearing—the one that reminded me of an Audrey Hepburn movie. And, I was just glad that I was the only man who was going to know that underneath that suit was a body built for pure sin.

I gripped my gigantic hard on, which was pressing against the zipper of my suit slacks, thinking that I might die if I didn’t get inside her soon.

“Put your hands above your head,” I growled as I pushed her skirt up, not having the patience to bother with trying to take it off, and then I ripped her thong away, my dick gushing pre-cum all over my briefs as I stared at her perfect pussy, her lips already glistening with her arousal.

“Please fuck me,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming because she knew what it did to me when she talked like that.

“I don’t know, angel face. I’m not sure you’re ready for me. Should I check if you’re wet enough for my big cock?” I purred as I slid a hand up her thigh, lightly stroking her skin until I was inches away from her cunt.

“Please,” she whispered, still holding her hands above her head, like the good girl she was.

I slid my fingers through her dripping folds, moaning at how she was already gushing for me.

Before I fucked her, I needed a taste.

I dove between her legs, unable to take it slow as I forced her legs wider, pushing her knees so that she was completely open for me. The sight of her like this…skirt bunched up around her waist, hands over her head…her bare fucking cunt.

This was my heaven.

I licked up her slit, gathering every drop of essence I could.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

She squirmed and I grinned before I swirled my tongue over her clit, licking and sucking on it until she was fucking her hips against my face.

Just how I liked it.

But I could think of another position that would be fun.

I sat up and she whimpered at the loss of my mouth.

“Turn over, baby,” I murmured, helping her onto her knees so her perfect ass was on display. I pushed up her blouse so that more of her back was bare to me. “Keep your hands above your head.”

She obeyed and I stroked my hand down her skin, imagining for a second what it would be like to fuck her like this with her belly huge beneath her.

Fucking perfection.

I licked her from clit to asshole, rimming the pucker of her hole, my fingers dipping into her folds as I spread her moisture around so that I could work her clit and her ass at the same time.

She writhed against my face and my fingers, and my cock felt like it might die if it didn’t get inside her soon.

Just a little more….

She came, gushing all over my face, and I lapped up everything desperately, not wanting to waste a drop.

“Yes, fuck,” I groaned as I gave her one more lick before I finally unbuttoned my slacks and pulled out my throbbing cock.

It was still a little strange to fist it and feel the beads of her name pierced through my shaft…but she seemed to like how it felt…so I guess it was okay.

Fucking Ari.

“I’m going to fuck this perfect cunt. And then I’m going to fuck this perfect ass so every part of you knows who you belong to..sound good, baby?” I growled as I pushed my dick through her slick folds, wetting it so I could get inside her tight pussy.

No matter how many times I fucked her…it was a tight fit.

I almost blacked out when I slid all the way to the hilt…because the way she took me. This is how I wanted to die, choked by her pussy.

I gripped her hips and started to fuck in and out of her, adjusting my speed and rhythm based on the noises she was making. I knew when I hit the right spot..because just like always…she started to beg.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You feel so good.”

I kneaded and massaged her ass, knowing I was going to have to pull out soon and fuck her there before I came.

“Yes, yes. Walker. Fuuuck,” she moaned, her pussy clamping down on me as she orgasmed…hard.

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold in my own release as I pulled out, my fingers dipping inside her cunt so I could spread it around her ass and make what was coming feel good.

That was going to have to do.

My dick was already soaked from her pussy, but it was still an effort to push inside her ass, that tight ring of muscle gripping my dick so tight I thought I might pass out.

“Walker,” she screamed as I thrusted all the way in, caressing her clit so I could push hard and deep.

“Milk my cock, angel. Choke it with your tight hole,” I growled as she came again, her perfect whimpers and cries lighting up the room.

This time, I couldn’t hold off. Bursts of pleasure licked up my spine as I pulled out and sprayed ropes of milky white cum all over her smooth skin. I stared at it dazed as I came down slowly from my high, reaching out and spreading it all over her ass cheeks so that she was covered with me.

She collapsed to the bed and I followed her, my hand moving to cradle her stomach as I licked a line up her shoulder and into her neck.

“I love you,” I murmured, satisfaction thrumming through me because I didn’t think it was possible for me to be happier than this.

“I love you,” she whispered as she faded into sleep.

Olivia may have been able to go to sleep after our lovemaking, but I’d stayed awake, not able to tear my eyes away from her.

I reached for the small velvet box tucked away in my bedside table. Carefully, almost reverently, I slid the engagement ring onto her finger. I’d had it since right after her cousin’s wedding. But it had taken until now to feel like she was ready.

I watched as she slept, the soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips twitched in a small smile as she dreamed. I counted the freckles on her cheeks for the thousandth time…waiting.

And then, slowly, she began to stir, blinking her eyes sleepily as she stared up at the ceiling. She rubbed at her face, and a second later she was gaping at the ring, her mouth open in complete shock.

Finally, her gaze turned to meet mine, tears already pooling in her golden eyes.

‘You want me to marry you?’ she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

I couldn’t help but smile at her, my heart soaring at the sight of her tear-streaked face. ‘Actually, I’m telling you that you are. I’ll give you lots of choices in life,’ I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, ‘but not this one.’

Her grin was radiant as she reached out to caress my face, her touch sending sparks straight to my dick—as usual. ‘Good thing I was going to say yes anyway,’ she teased…as usual thinking I was joking.

“Mine,” I murmured, leaning in to brush my lips against hers. Olivia’s tears mingled with our kiss, the taste of saltwater becoming my new favorite flavor.

“Mine,” she replied back, her hand slipping to my already excited cock.

And then, as usual, our hands met on her belly. “Ours,” I mouthed against her lips, before we didn’t talk for a very, very long time.