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

There was something different about him when he stepped out of the bathroom, something more intense…darker.

And the damaged parts of me made me even more interested in this new side of him.

Just for tonight. That’s what I’d said. But as I stared at his perfection, I was wishing it was possible to have more.

When I’d left the house this afternoon, there was no part of me that would have ever fathomed I’d end up here. But somewhere along the way, as the night had progressed, something inside me, the part I kept locked away out of necessity…it had wanted to be free.

I wanted to choose that out of control lust, where all you wanted was that moment, where all you wanted was that guy.

Just for tonight.

“I’ve never—I’ve never done this before,” I told him, pulling on the jersey and patting my wig to make sure it was still in place.

He hadn’t recognized me yet, but if he did…it would ruin everything.

“You’re a—” his eyes were wide, a crazy gleam in them.

“Oh! No. I mean—I just mean that I’ve never done a one night stand before,” I blurted out. “I mean, I’ve never just gone home with a guy.”

The word vomit coming out of my mouth was a thing to behold. For someone who had made millions with my ability to write and sing flowery, perfect words…I’d evidently lost that skill.

What I didn’t say, was that I didn’t know how to explain my sexual status. I couldn’t exactly tell him what Marco had done to me growing up, or the fact that some of the pictures taken the night I’d lost everything had been of me in a bed with some druggie…completely naked.

They’d given me a morning after pill, just in case, but they hadn’t checked. I guess it was just assumed by what the media said about me that I must be some slutty singer, spreading my legs for everyone…and honestly…I guess the stupid part of me hadn’t wanted to know. Like maybe if I didn’t know, then that night hadn’t actually⁠—

“Hey, I lost you,” Walker murmured, tipping up my chin so I had to look at him. He seemed to like doing that, having my attention on him.

But staring at him was a dangerous thing. Up close like this, it was like I was staring into the sun, destined to burn.

His gaze was laser focused on me, like out of everything in the world, I was the only thing that mattered.

The feeling was heady, panty-melting. Like the feverish lust I could see in his blue depths was contagious.

“Touch me,” I finally whispered, wanting to break whatever spell he was weaving on me.

Apparently that was the only invitation he needed.

Walker’s firm grip encircled the nape of my neck, he squeezed gently, just enough for me to feel grounded.

Like I could trust him to lead the way for us. Like I didn’t have to worry…just for tonight.

He leaned closer and I had to remember to breathe.

I’d been kissed before.

But I was very sure that any kiss I’d ever had wasn’t going to come close with what I was about to experience.

Walker Davis was going to ruin me.

And maybe it was going to be worth it for once.

The first brush of his lips against mine felt like a fever dream. His lips moved gently, his tongue pushing in, electricity shocking my senses as it slid against mine.

Magic.

That’s what this kiss was.

Like whiskey and moonlight, and hot summer nights. Like strawberry wine and wildest dreams.

His kiss felt like a tattoo, branding me in a way I’d never come back from.

I moaned and he caught the sound, breathing it in as he expertly worked my mouth.

“My sweet girl,” he murmured in between kisses. “My gorgeous, perfect girl.”

I was drunk on him. Addicted. Desperate in fact.

His grip on my neck tightened, a dark dominant possessiveness seeping into his kiss. I could feel my core softening, my panties growing damp with desire.

Walker feasted on me like I was his favorite thing, his hot tongue licking into me like he couldn’t get enough. I sucked on his tongue and he groaned, like it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.

I was light-headed, destroyed…over just a kiss.

What was going to happen when he actually got inside me?

Walker lifted me into his arms, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as we continued to kiss, each step towards his bed rubbing his huge, hard length on that perfect spot between my legs.

“I’m not going to be good at this,” I told him, an edge of panic slipping through the lust because everything he was doing was so perfect.

The opposite of everything about me.

He laid me on the bed, and I immediately missed his warmth.

I’d always thought I’d hate a lover who was dominant. I’d imagined myself marrying some paper pusher, who said yes to me on everything and let me make all the decisions.

After years of not making any decisions, that seemed like the only thing I could stand.

But as he handled me like I was his own personal doll, like he owned me…

I wasn’t sure I could ever go back.

Just more confirmation there was something broken inside me.

He sat me down on the bed and stared at my face with glittering, gleaming, lust-fueled eyes.

“Take the jersey off,” he murmured in a thick, rough voice. A voice like that, you couldn’t help but do what he wanted.

With shaky hands I peeled the jersey up over my head, trying to look sexy while I did it—but failing miserably.

I was wearing a thin black tank top underneath the jersey…and my nipples pebbled under his watching, wanting gaze.

“You’re an angel,” he whispered, awe all over his face. It made me want to cry, which would be completely embarrassing. But no one in my life had ever looked at me like that.

I wish I could keep you. The words repeated themselves over and over and over again.

I wish you could keep me.

“I don’t know if I can be gentle, baby. I want you too much,” he growled, the words seeming to touch every part of me.

“Bring it on, Disney,” I teased, remembering the nickname I’d heard a few times tonight.

Evidently his nickname unlocked something inside of him because one minute he was staring at me, and the next he…pounced.

“Mine,” he whispered gruffly.

Oh fuck.

Something about just imagining myself belonging to him was an aphrodisiac in its most potent form.

He pushed me down on the bed, one hand roughly moving down my chest, in between my breasts.

“All fucking mine.”

Abruptly, my tanktop was ripped, my bra snapping off like it was made of nothing.

My core gushed and he grinned smugly, like he knew exactly what he’d just done to me.

“Fuck,” he murmured then, his grin fading as his eyes latched onto my chest.

He stared as if my boobs were the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. Which couldn’t be the case. There was no way this man hadn’t seen a million breasts, way more perfect than mine.

The thought made me sick.

His hand slowly covered my breast, gently kneading it. Leaning down, he bit softly at one of my tips before his mouth returned to mine, capturing my answering moan like he wanted every part of me. He licked and sucked at my lips as his fingers expertly mimicked the movements on my breasts. Walker’s hot tongue slid down my throat, sucking at my pulse point as I gasped for breath.

My body had always betrayed me in the past. This was the first time it felt like it was doing what it was supposed to. Like this god was made to bring me pleasure, and it was my purpose to enjoy it.

He gently suckled my nipple into his mouth, creating magic as pleasure built deep inside me.

The rough pads of his fingers glided down my skin. My breath came out in gasps as he again bit down on the top of my breast this time…like he was trying to mark me. He soothed away the pain with his tongue, a puzzled frown on his face as I glanced down at him, as if he hadn’t expected to do that either.

His hand reached the band of my leggings and he tugged them down, yanking and pulling until he’d gotten them down under my ass.

“If you don’t want me to tear them, angel, you might want to help me get these off,” he said silkily as his mouth and other hand continued to torture my breasts with pleasure.

I would need them when I ran away.

That was the thought in my head as I feverishly pulled my pants the rest of the way off, taking a second to realize that I was now completely bare underneath him, and he was still fully dressed.

As soon as I was done, my fingers tangled in his hair, needing something to hold onto as his hips rolled against my core. He was hard and huge against me. My mouth was literally watering just thinking of that giant, perfect dick I’d glimpsed earlier being anywhere near me.

A hand slid to my sex, Walker’s fingers rubbing through my dripping folds.

His other hand was still tugging and pinching at my nipple and a small orgasm rolled through my insides, completely shocking me.

“Did you just cum?” he asked, a hint of wonder in his voice.

I flushed, feeling it all across my chest, pinpricks of pleasure all over.

Pleasure was something I never got, not since I’d stopped those pills. But this was ten times better than the high they’d given me. An orgasm from Walker was a buzz I’d never stop craving.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he muttered as his talented fingers pressed and rubbed at my clit like he was actually some kind of sex god magician instead of a hockey player. “I’m going to ruin you…”

I was only faintly aware of what he’d just said, and I certainly didn’t understand it. I arched against him, grabbing desperately at his shirt as my insides coiled tight.

“Ahh,” I screamed as a much stronger orgasm hit me, the edges of my vision going white as euphoria splashed over me.

“You’re really good for my ego, baby. I think that was twice in twenty seconds.”

I blinked at him, slowly coming back to earth.

He lifted off his shirt, revealing inch by inch of the most glorious body I’d ever seen. Up close I could take in the tattoos that I hadn’t gotten a look at while we’d been on the ice. Like the replica of a human heart etched over the skin where his actual one was beating. The heart itself appeared as though it had been plucked from a living, beating chest, with every vein and artery meticulously etched into existence.

I hungrily traced the rest of his inked artistry. Watercolor-inspired designs splashed across his strong, broad right shoulder. The soft lines of the artwork at odds with the macabre images; hauntingly beautiful skulls with hollow eyes that seemed to stare out at me.

His tattoos didn’t seem to match what I’d seen of him so far, and I was even more…interested.

Just for tonight, I told myself fiercely, trying to memorize the cut of his abs and how protected I felt underneath him like this.

“You’re unreal,” I murmured, kind of wondering if I was actually dreaming. Men like him didn’t exist.

His abs were a masterpiece, each muscle sharply delineated, creating a mesmerizing pattern of ridges and valleys. They rippled as he pushed off his sweatpants, and I couldn’t help but reach out and run my fingers along his skin.

He shivered as if my hands were cold, but when I tried to move away, he grabbed my wrist, holding it against him.

“Please touch me,” he begged in a pained voice that made me feel…powerful.

This beautiful god was desperate for me.

Me.

Olivia Jones. The fuck-up. The pariah.

That someone like him could want me…at least for a night…it was almost unbelievable.

Not that he knew any of that about me. I frowned at that reminder.

My gaze got caught on his arms though as he moved, all that delicious corded muscle.

I wanted to lick his forearms. Was that weird?

Ooop. And there it was. Peeking out from the top of his sweatpants like there was no way to contain it.

Holy dick had been the right reaction.

Look, I’d seen dicks before. Kind of came with the performing thing. People just changed right in front of you. Or the parties at the mansion that got out of control where guys would whip them out. Or…don’t think about that.

Most of the time it had been a very unfortunate sighting.

But Walker’s dick…my pussy was aching just thinking of putting that beast inside me.

Ridged veins along its thick, silky looking length. It was a dusky color, the smooth, rounded head, broad and angry-looking. It was leaking copiously, a glistening, milky fluid I was suddenly starving for.

I hated giving head. Loathed it in fact.

But I was suddenly very interested in having him in my mouth.

“Now where was I?” Walker murmured roughly, not seeming to notice how entranced I was by his cock. He moved down my body until he was practically eye level with my slit, tracing my folds with just the tip of his finger. I gushed all over his hand, just from the slight touch, and he grinned at me wickedly.

“Please,” I called out, and now I was the one who was begging, desperate to have some part of him inside me. Finger, tongue, cock…just fucking give it to me. He watched me avidly as his thumb skated over my clit, another finger finally slipping inside. I squirmed against the bed, my hips desperate for more friction because he was going so achingly slow.

Fast enough to torture me. But too slow to push me over the edge.

I’d already had two orgasms, but I’d decided that on my one night of freedom…I deserved to be a greedy girl.

“Please what, angel? Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he teased with a low laugh.

Words were failing me at the moment though.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he pushed another finger in…and then another. A tear slid down my cheek at the feeling of fullness. Evidently, goalies had big hands because I was filled to the brim.

That gigantic cock of his was definitely not going to fit.

“Mmh, I guess we’ll see about that,” he growled as he suddenly withdrew his fingers. Guess I’d said that part out loud…whoops.

I was about to start crying over the extreme edging I was enduring until he slid his fingers into his mouth, the ones covered in my gleaming arousal. He watched me, the electric blue of his eyes holding me hostage as he sucked, licking his fingers like he had to make sure and get every…last…drop.

“I have one more thing to add to my list,” he mused as gave his finger one last lick.

“Huh?” I murmured, my brain not functioning on all cylinders because of how freaking turned on I was.

“My favorite flavor, I didn’t give you that before.”

This was a weird time to talk about flavors of ice cream, but I guess he couldn’t be perfect.

“Your cunt is without a doubt, the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, baby,” he growled. “And since I was such a good boy at my game, and we won, I think I need more of it.”

Before I could say anything in response, he pushed my thighs wide, his hands bracing them apart so that I couldn’t move. His eyes darkened as he stared for a long minute, long enough that you start to think about things like…what if one of my vagina lips is longer than the other and looks funny? Or what if…

“Ahh,” I yelped as he suddenly gave me a long, slow lick, definitely tasting every inch of me. His tongue was everywhere, dirty and messy as he dragged it through my folds, spearing it inside me as his fingers plucked and pulled at my clit like I actually had some kind of freaking pleasure button that only he knew how to operate.

The stubble of his scruff scraped against the skin of my thighs and I dragged my fingers through his hair, my hips moving desperately against his face as my whimpers filled the air.

His tongue was relentless, like his only goal tonight was tasting every inch of me.

I was possibly fine with that.

Okay, scratch that…I was definitely fine with that.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my face, give me all that sweetness. I want to die in this pussy.”

His dirty mouth sent me over the edge, pleasure surging down my spine as he lapped at my clit while his fingers pushed into me. I quivered and writhed against his mouth, my cries filling my ears as bliss bloomed inside my core.

I came so hard I almost passed out.

And we hadn’t even had sex yet.

He kept on licking my clit, like he couldn’t drag himself away, until I desperately pulled on his hair.

Walker grinned, the whole lower half of his face glistening with…me.

What a sight.

“Walker, please,” I murmured, pulling on his hair because I needed him. Enough was enough. “Come here.”

“But I’m living my best fucking life right now, sweetheart,” he purred as he made his way up my stomach, kissing and licking his way across my skin until finally he was staring down at me.

“You should have a taste,” he whispered right before giving me a dirty, wet kiss…his tongue dragging my essence across my tastebuds.

Another rush of heat hit my insides. I could only imagine how wet the bed was underneath me, but fuck, he was hot.

While he kissed me, he grabbed his dick and rubbed it through my folds, bumping into my clit with the head on every pass. I moaned into his mouth and he chuckled…like the best part of this whole thing was how he was destroying me with his sexual prowess.

I bit down on his lip…hard…and that got his attention. He growled, his gaze glittering with just a hint of madness.

He started to push in and I froze—”Condom,” I blurted out, even though his dick was well on its way to making my dreams come true.

Walker pulled out without complaint, grabbing the condom he’d tossed on the nightstand when he’d come back in from the bathroom. He angled his body, turning slightly away from me as he put it on…which only led to me ogling what must be the most biteable ass I’d ever seen. Hockey players were stacked from all that leg work…but he was on another level.

I would say it was a goalie thing, but something told me Walker Davis was over here playing with a much fuller deck of cards than the average guy. He was a god. Even among professional athletes.

He turned back around, eyebrows wagging when he saw the way I was obviously lusting after him, his cock encased in what must have been an XL condom—it wasn’t fitting otherwise.

“Ready for me, angel?” he murmured as he prowled towards me. My heart rate picked up, it suddenly felt like I was being hunted, and for once I was the prey that wanted to be caught.

“Not sure you should call me that with what’s about to go down.”

He snorted at my comment, a lock of his mussed up hair falling in his face like he was some sort of fucking model.

No one should have talent and looks like that. It wasn’t fair to the rest of us.

Walker crawled over me, pushing my legs open like he’d done before, only this time it was to line up his cock.

Grand finale, Olivia. Don’t fuck it up now.

He pushed inside and I’d really begun to believe that I could handle it. I mean, I had handled three fingers like a champ…but just his tip was inside me and I was decidedly no longer sure.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, “look at you…taking my big dick so fucking good. Your sweet cunt was made for me. I’m positive about that.”

He pushed further in as I grabbed onto the sheets, squeezing my eyes closed and trying not to be too obvious that I might rip in half after he pushed that monster into me. The dirty talk was helping though.

It was keeping me dripping wet. Even with the condom, I was going to soak him.

A whimper spilled out of me as he carefully continued to push. Was his dick a mile long? Every inch felt like a journey.

“You’re doing so well, angel. My perfect fucking girl,” he praised as he reached between us and caressed my clit, the instant ecstasy relaxing me enough that he could finally push all the way in…

“Holy dick. I can’t breathe. You broke me,” I gasped, my head thrashing from the fact that a nine or ten inch pole had just been stuffed inside me.

He laughed, the sound transforming into a groan as he slowly pulled out…and then slammed back in.

His mouth descended on mine, his tongue sliding inside in an almost lazy way, at odds with how his hips were now pistoning in and out of me.

“You’re stunning. Too beautiful to be real,” he murmured as he held my gaze.

I closed my eyes and turned my head, unable to deal with how he was looking at me. Nothing like how you were supposed to look at a one night stand, or at least not the way I imagined you were supposed to.

He wasn’t supposed to look at me like the sun set and rose because of me, that I was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

He wasn’t supposed to look at me like he was in love…

A hand came up and caressed my pulse, like he was memorizing the pattern of my heartbeat.

And then his hold tightened.

“You’re going to look at me while I fuck that perfect pussy. I need to make sure you know exactly who’s inside you,” he growled. I had no choice but to stare up at him, take in every greedy, savage sound as it left his chest. I had no choice but to watch him, watch me.

His cock hammered into me, over and over again, hitting a sensitive spot inside me that I’d thought was just a myth.

Walker’s hand was still wrapped around my throat, like he was afraid if he moved it, I’d disappear.

“Your pretty pussy is choking my big dick. Your cunt is so fucking tight.”

Once again words were failing me. All I could do was hang on for the ride, and what a ride it was.

I convulsed around his cock, my insides squeezing as I came, gushing all over him, just like I was worried I would.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he grunted, thrusting in and out of me, his pace never faltering. “And I’m so fucking close.” His hand went to my clit once again. “But I want to come with your pussy milking my dick. So I need one more.”

“I can’t,” I moaned in a strained, tired voice. How many times had I come by now? I’d lost count. I was a rag doll at this point, the pleasure in my core never actually leaving because my nerves were so sensitive.

“Just one more, baby. I need it. I need you to cum with me,” he said desperately, playing my clit while he talked.

He leaned down and sucked on my breasts, his teeth gently grazing my nipple.

My pussy clenched again and he pressed his forehead to mine. “Good girl,” he whispered roughly as his movements became erratic and his cock twitched inside me.

He stayed nose to nose with me as his hips slowed. “Wow,” he huffed, before he did some kind of superhero roll thing that ended up with me laying on his chest and him beneath me, his dick still buried inside me.

“I don’t think I can move. You’re going to have to wait to kick me out,” I joked as I slumped against his chest, listening to his heart beat under me.

He stiffened for a second at my words, taking a moment to resume tracing patterns on my back.

“I would never kick you out,” he finally murmured, and my eyes widened as I stared at the wall next to us.

I didn’t say anything in return.

And he didn’t try and ask me anything else.

Not when he pulled out slowly and walked to the bathroom. Or when he came back with a warm cloth that he used to clean up my arousal that had dripped down my thighs.

And not when he pulled me into his arms, fussing with me until he had me exactly where he wanted.

It wasn’t until I was fading into sleep that I thought I heard him ask something.

But by then I was too far into unconsciousness to hear what it was.

Walker

I watched her sleep, my heart in my throat, a mix of awe and fear churning inside me after the best fucking sex I’d ever had in my life.

Violet lay there, peaceful and vulnerable, her chest rising and falling slowly. She looked ethereal, like she couldn’t possibly be real, like she was too beautiful to belong to this world.

As my gaze lingered on her, I noticed something out of place—was that a glint of red? Leaning forward, my fingers lightly brushed her hair as I tried to figure out what I was seeing.

My jaw dropped when I realized she was wearing a wig.

A blonde fucking wig.

That was a plot twist I hadn’t seen coming.

Underneath the blonde was a rich and vibrant auburn. Absolutely fucking stunning. I was suddenly desperate to see those golden eyes of hers with that color hair. I’d thought she was gorgeous before, but this was on a whole other level.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched her, my dick hardening again as I took in her perfect face.

Would she care if I just slipped inside her again while she was sleeping? Fuck. That would probably be weird for a stranger to do.

I’d do that eventually. When she was mine.

My gaze drifted to her flat stomach. There’d been quite a bit of cum leaking out of the condom I’d fucked up. She hadn’t seemed to notice since she’d been fucking soaked with her own arousal.

I winced, adjusting myself, because just thinking of it made me want to die a little bit.

So fucking hot.

I had a million questions for my golden-gazed girl, but I didn’t wake her up. She’d probably run away the second I did.

Her clutch caught my attention, sitting innocently on the nightstand, next to the bed.

Maybe just a peek…

Taking one more glance at Violet to make sure she was still sleeping deeply, I slipped off the bed and grabbed the small bag. I didn’t make a habit of going through my date’s purses, but the situation called for it.

Besides, I wasn’t going through just my “date’s” purse, I was going through my future wife’s.

I’d heard that sharing was caring when it came to successful marriages. We were just starting that early on in the process.

There wasn’t anything inside that revealed any secrets to the universe—a lip gloss, a few crumpled ten-dollar bills, and a credit card that read ‘Lucky Pic, LLC.’ Intriguing, but hardly enough to uncover the enigma of my angel girl.

I set the purse back where I’d gotten it and then pulled out my phone, carefully taking a picture of her perfect face, okay…a few pictures.

I didn’t think it was possible to forget what she looked like, but the picture could help me if she really did wake up and decide one night was all she wanted.

And I had to go hunting for her.

Crawling back in bed, I laid on my pillow and watched her sleep. Would it be weird if I cuddled her? I could just pretend it had happened while we were sleeping. That shit happened all the time in rom-coms.

I decided to risk it. She’d let me hold her right after we’d had sex. It was probably okay now. Pulling her into my arms, I buried my nose into her neck, wishing I was burying my dick inside her instead. My lips tracked her pulse for a long minute, some weird part of me obsessed with the feel of it. I reluctantly stopped when she stirred in my arms.

Waking her up was the last thing I wanted to do. If she did wake up, then she could decide we were done, and she could leave.

I blinked my eyes wearily, trying to stay awake. I’d been riding a high since the moment I’d seen her tonight, adrenaline from the game and everything else keeping me wired.

But…that was a whole fucking lot for one night and…my eyelids grew heavy. I’d just close them for a second. I couldn’t go to sleep…not until I convinced her she was meant to stay instead of to leave.