Page 26 of Dumping the Puck (Men of Havoc #4)

It’s taken three weeks but the farm is officially in my name, and I’ve given my mother a month to find a new house. After that month they will owe me rent. I think I’m being more than fair. Cameron hasn’t reached out, he took his suits and hasn’t looked back at me or Wren, which, I’m thankful for.

As for Wren, she’s already returning to herself. She’s happier and killing it in her photography. I’m so proud of her.

Tonight is the first game she’s been able to make since the mediation, and I can’t wait to see her wearing my number against the glass again. With everything behind us it feels different than last time she came.

Even the sex is different. She is so much more explorative than the stepford wife I first got in Italy. She and Charley went to a sex store and she came home with bondage ropes and a guide to bondage book with positions already circled by her. I don’t know if my jaw or pants dropped faster that night.

“Bicknelle! Get your fucking head in the game. I told you to go out on the ice twice.” Cade slaps my helmet to get my attention.

“Sorry, Coach.” I run to the door, waiting for Sanders to get off the ice.

“Don’t fucking sorry me. Just get out there and win this goddamn game. They’re too close and I’m sick of it.”

Sanders passes me and I slap him on the shoulder, I’m ready to be done so I can get back to Wren, and so that we can win our tenth game in a row and keep this winning streak going.

I fly down the ice to where Viktor is struggling to get an open spot. He spots my movements and slaps the puck toward me. I grab it, but Denver steals it almost immediately. Joaquin flies down the ice with two other players on him. Viktor and I make eye contact and he nods because he knows the play I’m thinking of. He races over to the player with the puck like he’s going to take it and gets the remaining guys on him. Right before he gets to the puck he spins and takes off in the other direction like he got it, and I swoop in with no defense around to steal the puck.

There’s about four seconds left on the clock and we need to get this goal to avoid overtime. I’ve got the puck and I’m flying down the ice. There are three guys coming at me and I need to dump the puck, so I shoot it to my left knowing Viktor will be there. I’m slammed into the glass by a Denver player and don’t even know if the puck made it or if we’re going into overtime.

Then I hear the goal buzzer. The player on top of me releases me and I see Joaquin standing near the goalie with his arms in the air.

We all rush over to him, celebrating his winning goal. All of us grabbing onto him and jumping on the ice for our tenth win. The rest of the team rushes out to the ice to join in, including Coach. This is a big deal to have this many games in a winning streak and we’re all stoked.

Press conferences lasted a little longer than usual with all the excitement. When we get out everyone seems to be gone except a few of the guys. Cade left as soon as conferences were over to meet Maren for a reservation for her birthday, and that gives me an idea. Something that will make Wren excited.

I sneak out the side door of the locker room and stealthily slide down the shadows of the hallway.

“Psst. June.” I whisper to her, but she’s standing with Charley.

She looks around, not seeing me in the shadows, so I reach out and grab her arm, pulling her toward me.

Charley catches me, and loudly announces, “Oh, someone’s getting rink sex.”

“Am I?” Wren looks at me with a wide grin.

“Yeah, June. You are.” I toss her over my shoulder and take off running before Charley or anyone else can see where I’m going.

“Why is this so sexy?” she asks, her ass bouncing in my face.

I spank her and she’s already moaning. Who knew my girl had this adventurous side that sex in public would have her ready to come before it even starts?

I test Cade’s door and it hasn’t been locked yet by the janitorial staff. I slip inside and shut the door behind me, the room is lit by the lights from the ice.

“Kayce. Is this Cade’s office?” she whispers with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she catches the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the rink.

“Sure is. Now strip those pants off, but leave the jersey. I want to see my number and name while I fuck you.” I wink at her, undoing my suit pants.

She undoes her pants in record time, but I’m pushing up against her body faster. Blocking her in with her back against the wall of windows as she’s wriggling out of her jeans.

Once she gets her legs free I pull her up my body, her legs wrapping around my waist. She reaches between us, pulling my cock free of my boxers.

I lift her body up, notching at her pussy, ready to slam her down. “You’re so wet for me already, June. Have you been waiting for me to fuck you the whole time you watched me?”

“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.

Growling, I quickly drop her down on my cock, hitting the back of her, making her jump.

“Oh God, that hurts so fucking good.” She splays her palms behind her, bracing on the window.

I slam into her again, dragging her pussy down against my skin. Her legs shake as the orgasm builds.

I pull out of her and place her on the floor, she whimpers in response.

“I want to see my last name on you while you come apart in my arms. Turn around.” I flip her around so she’s looking out at the ice, and she braces herself when I pull her hips back toward me.

I notch myself once again and slam into her, reaching around and rubbing her clit between my thumb and forefinger.

“Oh shit, this is…” she moans out, “so much better.”

Her body shivers as I pinch her clit at the same time I slam my cock into her.

Just then we’re also interrupted by the door opening followed by a woman giggling.

“Fuck, Char. I thought you said they were having rink sex.”

Both Wren and I whip our heads in the direction of the voices, but I’m too far gone to stop fucking her.

“Oh shit.” Charley giggles at Sanders. “I thought so too. Should we join?”

“No!” I yell out.

But Charley pushes Sanders down on the couch, straddling him.

“Johnny…don’t…stop…so…close.” Wren pants.

I wouldn’t even if I could. I’m so fucking close I’ve been holding off for her. “Goddammit. You two are sick fucks.”

I keep working at Wren’s clit and I can feel her body tensing, she’s so fucking close to coming apart for me. We hear the unmistakable sound of zippers, and Charley moaning from behind us.

Wren pushes back into my lap, bringing me deeper and gripping my cock with a vice grip. “Why the fuck do I like this?” she whispers to me.

“Did I hear my girl say she likes this?” Charley calls out.

I look back to find Sanders sucking on her peaked nipples.

“Unfortunately, yes you did.” I groan.

Charley gets up and immediately runs over to the window. “I knew you were a freak like me, girl. You just had to dump that stifling asshole.”

“Can we not do this right now?” I say through gritted teeth.

Sanders comes over to join Charley. “Shall we join, sweet thing?”

“Yes!” Charley assumes the same position as Wren, and I watch Sanders free his own cock.

“Goddammit. I fucking hate you two so much.” I should have paid more attention and locked the door instead of being blinded by visions of slamming into Wren.

Unfortunately this isn’t the first time I’ve seen Sanders’ cock. There may have been a time when he first joined us that we went to a team pool party, after Wren’s engagement, where Sanders and I shared two girls. I was, however, completely shitfaced that night.

If it’s possible Wren’s pussy squeezes me tighter. I use my free hand to roam up her back and under my jersey to tweak her nipples, just as Sanders is doing. We’re mimicking the same movements and both women are reacting with moans.

“Shit, Johnny. Harder. Faster.” I do as Wren says and grip her hips to slam into her.

She watches Charley and Sanders as she finally lets go, her orgasm ricocheting through her body. Charley follows, and then me. The moans that fill the room sound like some depraved sex club once Sanders finishes too. The four of us are leaning on the windows, completely spent, catching our breath.

Charley breaks the silence first. “So when are we going to do this again?”

“You can’t touch Kayce. But I’m down for another go.” Wren shocks the shit out of me.

I look at Sanders, “You touch her, I will fucking rip off each of your fingers one by one.”

He holds up his hands. “Hey, I’m good just touching my wife. I don’t need anyone else.”

My jaw drops, Wren’s eyes widen, and Charley stands up stick straight looking at us like a deer in headlights.

“Your what?” I gasp out.

"This is awkward now. We gotta go.” Charley pulls her pants up, and grabs Sanders’ hand running out of the office with his suit still around his ankles as he struggles to pull up his boxers with his other hand.

When the door slams I look at Wren, “What the actual fuck just happened?”

She giggles. “I don’t know, but I want more.” She reaches over, cupping my balls in her hand.

“Who knew that being watched would get you excited?” I shake my head.

We get dressed in silence as my head is reeling from the fact that Charley and Sanders are married.

“Think they’ll come over? Or you think she’s too scared we know her secret?” Wren asks when we leave Cade’s office.

“She might need a day or two, June. Hell, I might need a day or two.”

“Damn.” She giggles, and follows me into the locker room to grab my things.

I can’t wait to get home and have her all to myself. She’s full of surprises when I thought I knew everything there was to know about her.

Coach: Listen, to whichever of you sick fucks decided to use my office instead of your own bedroom, there are way too many handprints for me to even want to know what happened on my windows. My door will now have a camera pointed right at it and you will be punished. STOP FUCKING IN MY OFFICE! Seriously, the amount of times I find shit in my office is sick. There is something wrong with you all.

Two months. That’s how long it took my mother to get out of the farmhouse and my contractor to renovate. Now it’s Christmas and I get to be here, celebrating, with Wren. We’re hosting a team holiday party today. The only ones missing are Sanders and Charley.

They’ve been suspiciously quiet about their marriage and now they’re in Montana to visit with his family for the holiday. As far as I know, we’re the only ones who know and they both refuse to talk about it.

Wren is flitting around the kitchen, getting food plated and put out. I walk by stealing some pastry puff thing with meat and cheese. I forget what it’s called, but I was threatened not to touch anything.

Clearly I don’t listen well. I’m fucking starving.

“Hey! I told you not to touch anything.” She points her wooden spoon at me and I’m transported back to her Grandmother’s kitchen when we were children getting in trouble for stealing cookies.

I reach over and pull her to me, gripping her ass in my hands. “I can’t touch anything?”

“Kayce Bicknelle. I’m cooking for your teammates and Coach. I am off limits.” She pushes me away from her, swatting my arm with her spoon. “At least until they leave. Or maybe while they’re here.” She winks at me.

Fucking Christ this woman is going to kill me.

The doorbell rings and I open it to find the whole team piling off the team bus with their spouses and children.

Fuck it feels good to be back on the farm and have my family around us for the holiday.