Page 20 of Dumping the Puck (Men of Havoc #4)

This is fucking bullshit. Sitting up here in the suite with the other scratches is really grating on my nerves. They’re acting like they’re fucking better than me because I’m up here on suspension instead of down there with my team where I belong. The only thing worse than their attitudes is the still cold reception from the guys on the team. Viktor and Joaquin are over it. We had it out. I let them yell at me and get out the anger they were holding. Then we were good. But the rest of the team isn’t won over so easily. I’m still paying my penance with them. And it probably won’t be paid back until I get back on the ice.

This is my fifth game that I’ve had to sit out and I have two more road games when we return. Then only three home games and I’ll be back on the ice where I belong.

Getting home to Wren will lift my mood too. We’ve talked every day but it’s not the same as going home to her. Even if she’s sleeping in a different bed than mine, even if she isn’t mine yet, I love having her to come home to. It’s the best part of my day.

The final buzzer sounds, and I’m thankful as fuck. My shoulders release an ounce of the tension I’m holding as I stand and make my way to the locker room.

These were the worst games of my entire hockey career. Having to be away from home, and sitting in some fucking suite watching my team play without me really got Cade’s point across. I never want to be suspended again and will do anything I can to avoid it. Hopefully Wren doesn’t plan on being a runaway bride again. Especially because I’m hoping the next time she’s going down the aisle it’s to meet me at the other end.

Trudging through the garage, I quietly open the door. I don’t know if Wren is working or not and I don’t want to interrupt her.

I slip through the garage door quietly, dropping my bag in the laundry room for later. Right now I want to sink into my oversized couch and not move for the next twenty-four hours. And sulk about my suspension for another three games. I’m missing the first game against the Ice Men this week and I’m fucking pissed. They’re our biggest rival and the first game of the series is my last suspension game. At least I won’t miss the whole series with them and can show them who’s best in the next game against them.

I’m already dreaming of watching a Marvel marathon in the corner of my sectional. But when I get in my living room I find Wren snuggled up in the corner with her hair piled on top of her head, and her glasses on while she works on her laptop.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t even hear you come in.” She pats the spot next to her and lifts the blanket for me to join.

I slide in next to her, pressing my body against hers. “I wasn’t sure if you were working. Or if you’d be on a call. So I wanted to make sure that I was quiet when I came in.” I drop a kiss to her forehead.

“You don’t have to be quiet in your own house. If I have a call I go to my co-op space, or I set up a desk in my bedroom. I wouldn’t want you to tiptoe around your own house.” She turns her computer to face me. “I’m just working on editing the wedding from last weekend.”

The couple on the screen look blissfully happy, looking into each other’s eyes, it seems like they’re mid-laugh.

“That picture is stunning. No wonder you’re in high demand.”

The blush creeps up her cheeks at my compliment. “It’s just luck really.”

“No, it’s talent. And hard work.” She shrugs like she’s not one of the best wedding photographers in Houston and goes back to something she calls culling. Where she picks the photos she’s going to edit for the clients. “What are we watching?”

“You can change it. It’s just on for sound.” I stare at her, knowing that she’s just saying that because she doesn’t want to inconvenience me by making me watch something. “Ok fine, it’s the new season of The Bachelor. It started a few weeks ago. I just haven’t had time to catch up.”

“What is that? A dating show?”

She looks sheepish at me catching her watching this. “Yes.”

I settle in next to her, resting my head on her shoulder while she works and watch this show with her.

I thought I would be able to fall asleep to this show easily, but I was wrong. We’re three episodes in and I’m fully invested.

“What is he doing? She’s the meanest one there is in the house and he’s taking her side?” I ask in outrage.

She giggles next to me. “It’s because the producers want him to keep the drama on the show. She’ll get kicked out in hometowns or before the final two.”

“Are you serious?” I pull out my phone to look up spoilers.

“What are you doing Kayce Bicknelle?” She grabs my phone from my hands right as I click on the link to see who wins. “We do not look up spoilers.”

“But I need to know who wins.” She stares at me with a raised brow. “Fine. I won’t look up spoilers. But can I order dinner?”

Her stomach grumbles on command. “Oh, yeah, I didn’t realize how late it’d gotten.” We both look around the room and notice the darkening light. “Sorry, when I edit I kind of get lost in it and forget about time passing. I had plans to make dinner for you.”

“I appreciate it, but you’re on a roll. We are going to order dinner, you’re going to keep going, and we’re not stopping this show until I get to the end.”

She hands me my phone back, “Oh no. I have created a monster. Did you know there are like twenty seasons?”

“Fantastic. We’re watching them all. How’s Chinese?”

Licking her lips she responds, “Yes, please!”

“Coming right up.”

I walk away into the kitchen to refill our water bottles and place the order, then turn on some lights since it’ll be dark and I don’t want her to strain her eyes more than she already is with editing.

The food arrives within twenty minutes and we set up on the couch to eat.

“What did you get?” She peeks over my arm to investigate.

“Beef and broccoli with chicken teriyaki skewers.” She pops a piece of crab rangoon in her mouth, teasing me with my favorite food.

“No carbs, huh?”

As she brings another piece to her lips, I lean in to steal it right before. Wrapping my lips around her fingers. I watch as a pink blush spreads quickly from her chest, and up her neck.

“Delicious.”

She gulps hard. Now that I’ve had her, it’s almost impossible to keep from wanting more. Even though it’s my own fault.

Picking up another piece, I turn to her and offer it up. She matches my energy, leaning forward and wrapping her lips around my fingers. And curling her tongue around my finger while keeping eye contact with me.

“Be careful, June. My strength to stay away from you is hanging on by a thread,” I warn.

She places her food on the table in front of us, then takes mine and places it next to hers. She tosses the blanket off her lap, and straddles me.

“And what if I don’t want you to?”

“June.”

“I’m ready, Johnny. It was never about him. It was about how stupid and selfish I was for wanting you to fight for me and wasting all these years I could have had with you. I’m not wasting anymore. I love you, and I don’t want to breathe one more second without you.”

I pull her lips to mine. This kiss is passionate, full of emotion and need. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear those words from you?”

“I’ll say them everyday.”

Flipping her on her back, I cover her body. “You better.” I begin trailing kisses from behind her ear, and down her throat. Nipping at the soft skin that elicits the moans I crave from her, I reach between us and undo the many buttons on her shorts. I move them down her legs, just enough to reach in and find her soaking wet already.

My cock twitches knowing that I’m the reason she’s already so close to the edge. I sit up, pulling them all the way down her legs and toss them off to the side. Then I pull her up to me so I can shed her shirt, but I find her bare underneath.

Fuck. If I’d known she had no bra on, my willpower would have snapped a lot earlier. Like when my hand was resting on her creamy thigh and had thoughts of moving north, but I was trying to be a gentleman.

“Johnny, stop thinking about it, and touch me.”

“Oh, I plan to. I’m just trying to decide where to start.” I stare at her naked body, taking in the entire expanse of Italian sunkissed skin that’s at my disposal.

She reaches between her thighs, running her fingers around her clit. “Right here, Johnny. I need you here.”

“Happily, darlin’.” I slide my hands under her ass and pull her up to my face, tossing her legs over my shoulders.

My feast waits for me, glistening and ready. I dart my tongue out, licking her top to bottom. Her body pebbles at the feel of my tongue. The physical reactions from her are my favorite. Knowing that I can please her.

I kiss my way to her clit, nipping and sucking it into my mouth. Her hips buck up, melding my mouth closer to her.

“Oh, God, Kayce, yes!” Her moans fill the space, taking over whatever date is happening on the TV right now.

Using my tongue, I trace circles around her clit, until I can feel her trembling underneath my touch. Her legs are shaking on my shoulders and I nip at her clit one last time, knowing that I’m about to send her over the edge.

Her legs tense, squeezing me with her thighs as the orgasm shakes through her body, making her tremble in my arms and under my tongue.

“Oh…my…God…” she pants out between breaths. “You…naked…now.”

I stand, obliging with her request. Giving her a striptease as she watches breathless and boneless from the couch.

With one hand I wrap the end of my belt around my fist and pull it out. I don’t miss the way her eyes widen, and her thighs clench. “You like that, June?”

She gulps, nodding her head. I undo my pants while walking over to her, my cock bulging out.

“Close your eyes.” She lays back on the couch with her eyes closed.

When she’s settled, I drag the end of my belt down her throat, lightly grazing her skin, then circle each breast and hardened nipple with the tip of the leather. The belt traces a path down her taut stomach to her pussy. I stop just before dipping between her thighs and go down her legs instead. She releases a held breath when I reach her knees, and I lift the belt off her body. Her eyes spring open.

“Uh-uh, darlin’. Closed.” I pull my shirt over my head, twisting it into a blindfold. I lean down kissing her. “Can I blindfold you so you don’t peek? Do you trust me to take care of you?”

Her mouth drops open. “Yes.”

I wrap my shirt around her eyes, tying it gently behind her head before laying her back down. Her legs are already fidgeting in place. I pick up the belt, holding it in my hand and go back to tracing a path on her body. Only this time I let it dip down between her opened legs, grazing her sensitive clit.

“Oh, shit. That feels so good, Johnny.”

I continue to graze her clit and add my mouth around her hardened peaks, sucking each of them into my mouth, nipping them with my teeth. Her body thrashes beneath me. Standing, I take in her body, desperate for another release.

“Don’t you dare come. You’ll wait for me to say so.” I kneel between her legs as she whimpers at my command.

Using the end of the belt in my fingers, I lightly slap it against her pussy.

“Fuckkkk,” she hisses out. With my other hand, I run it up her body, grazing each inch of skin until I reach her throat, squeezing lightly at the base of her throat.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much, June. Tell me if I’m too much.”

She nods, and squeaks out, “It’s so fucking perfect.”

“Good girl. I’m going to fuck you now, but know that even when it’s rough, I love you. I love how you feel around my cock, and my tongue. I love how responsive you are to my touch.”

Using the belt, I slap her pussy one more time before standing to shed my jeans and boxers. Once I’m naked and ready, I flip her over onto her knees, resting her hands on the back of the couch.

I position myself behind her, pulling her hips toward me. Using the belt, I lightly slap her ass. Twice on each ass cheek. She sucks in a breath. Leaning down, I place my mouth over her clit, licking up to her entrance.

“You taste so fucking good, I can’t get enough of you.”

Gripping her hips, I notch myself before slamming into her. A growl escapes my lips, she feels even fucking better than she did the first time.

“Hold on tight, June.” I watch as her grip on the back of the couch turns her knuckles white.

I slam into her over and over again. The sound of skin slapping on skin, and her screams fill the room. Watching my cock glide in and out of her dripping pussy has me ready to come already. I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from blowing it too soon.

“Johnny, please. I’m so… I need to come. Now.”

That makes two of us, darlin’. “No.”

She whimpers in response and I go faster, harder. Her pussy is clenching around my cock, squeezing me with all her will. I lean down, biting her ass cheek, and she screams out.

“Goddammit,” I scream out. The tingle flows down my spine, “Come for me, now, June. Now!”

“Yes! Kayce! Oh, my God, fuck me!” she screams out, her pussy spasming around my cock as I slowly move in and out. My own orgasm follows behind hers as I spill into her, watching our orgasms drip down her thighs.

The caveman in me is thrilled to see this. Thrilled to see us mingled together. And in this moment, I can’t wait until I get to see her round with our baby that I’ve put there.

Shit. Who knew I had a breeding kink? Not me.

When her body stops trembling against mine, I pull out, kiss her back and neck. “Stay here. I’ll be right back. Trust me, June.”

I know that Cameron never took care of her, and there doesn’t seem to have been much trust between them either, not as intimately as there is with us. I walk into the kitchen getting a towel and wetting it with warm water.

I return to find her still on her knees, gripping the back of the couch with her makeshift blindfold still on. Showing me how much she trusts me.

I take the towel and swipe at her thighs, cleaning her up. Her body bucks at the intrusion of the warm cloth on her skin. Once she’s clean, I wipe myself.

I remove my tee, and pull her back into my lap, cradling her.

“Kayce, that was—”

“If that was too much, you tell me. I didn’t mean to get so… rough,” I rush out. Suddenly worried that it was too much for her to handle.

“I’ve never been fucked like that, and it was perfect. I loved every second. Where did you learn to—”

“I didn’t. I’ve never been that uninhibited. I only reacted to your cues and it was so fucking good, June. Only with you. Always you.”

She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in to kiss her. I never knew that sex could be so much more than just sex. Making her happy and satisfied was the only thing I wanted to think about. I could have come from her sounds alone.

We’re perfect together. Everything I’ve ever dreamt of.