Page 31 of Don't Puck Up

“Keep our man’s ass stretched for me, Kamirah, and this pussy wet so I can bend you both over anytime I want to. Iwillbe in touch.”

Kamirah's pussy tightened around my fingers, and her breathy moan had me wanting to say fuck it and sink back inside her. But with every ounce of self-restraint I possessed, I slapped Chris’s arse and ordered, “Fuck your wife again, boy. I want to hear her scream from the shore.”

I left them there then and walked around to the other side of the deck. I stripped off, balled up my clothes, and climbed down the ladder to the water. Holding the bundle above the surface, I swam away from them, listening as their cries rang out over the quiet night.

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Minns

Two weeks later

Isat in the locker room, waiting for the team to file in. Coach had just given me the all clear to train with them again. I was riding a high, and not just because I was making my way back from the dark place I’d been in. V had texted me back this morning, wishing me luck for my first session with the team.

I looked down at my cell phone and read the message again.

Good luck today, boy. Or is it break a leg?

I responded,

No, there won’t be breaking of anything. But thank you.

Kam replied,

That’s almost as bad as saying the team can W. I. N.

I shuddered. She was close to jinxing us.

Hush. Don’t say that. Don’t even think it.

I loved the banter between us. V’s response was quickas a whip.

How’s this then? Train well and I’ll reward you.

I grinned shamelessly.

Better. But how?

With my dick in your ass until you’re screaming my name and losing your load without even touching your dick again.

I cleared my throat and looked around the locker room, making sure I was still alone, then adjusted my dick.

That’ll do it.

Train hard, boy. I’m thinking of you.

I swooned. The butterflies that appeared whenever I thought of our masked man took flight and did loop de loops in my belly. Even just looking at his messages had my heart beating a little harder and faster.

I turned off the screen when I heard noise outside in the corridor. I was kitted up already, my skates on and my muscles stretched. All I needed was the team.

“Minns,” Gauthier greeted me. I stood up, and he shook my hand then pulled me in for a back-slapping hug. “Coach gave you the all clear?”

“He did.” I grinned, my gut flip-flopping for a whole new reason. I was back at the game I loved.

Mironov double fist-bumped me and gestured with a tilt of his head to his linemate. They’d struggled to gel on and off the ice. Mironov was an acquired taste for most, but we were tight.

“You and me, we get back to first line, yes?”

“Absolutely.”