Page 50 of Just my Puck (Love & Laughter #1)

LUCY

T he four of us troop out of the arena in a morbid silence. Jason knows why and has shut down completely, pulling away from me as he heads to his car alone.

“I’m going after him.”

“Lucy,” Steele says. “Leave him. We’ll meet him at home.”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “He needs me now.”

“Good luck,” Carter murmurs, but it’s sincere. “Try and get him to open up.”

“I will.”

Rushing over to the Range Rover, I open the passenger door and leap in before he can set off.

“Give me a lift?”

His glowering stare scrunches my stomach into a knot. “Sure.” He faces forward and sets off.

“How’s your shoulder?” I say like the dumbest fuck to have ever lived.

“Fine.”

“I can give you a massage if you want when we get back?”

He sneers. “Why don’t you massage my dick instead? That’ll be more appreciated.”

Blinking back tears at his nasty tone, I bite my lip.

He sighs and rubs his hand over his face. “I’m sorry.”

Sniveling like a loser, I stammer, “Why are you being such an asshole to me? I haven’t done anything except support you.”

“I know, Lucy. I’m sorry. This injury has messed up my head. I need a minute not to think about this or the fact that my hockey career might be over or that Steele and Carter are going to moan and bitch at me all night over this. Please, can we just not do this right now?”

“Okay,” I whisper, nodding and adjusting my seatbelt, looking out the passenger window.

All the way home, I sit there like a silent statue, watching car lights flash past. Luckily, it’s not that far, and we arrive back at their home only a few minutes later.

Watching a big, black SUV drive past as we round the corner to the house, Jason snorts. “Think the mafia lives next door.”

Eyes wide, I turn to him. “Oh, my God! What? Are you serious?”

He raises an eyebrow but says nothing else.

We sit in the driveway for a few moments after he cuts the engine. “Jason.”

“What?”

“Are you mad at me?”

His jaw thrusts out as he grinds his teeth. “No. I’m not mad at you.”

The urge to take his hand and link our fingers overcomes me.

Staring at our clasped hands, the moment is broken when he sweeps his fingers through his hair and slaps them over his forehead, dragging them down over his eyes in frustration.

Tension builds in the air between us with so much weight that it almost becomes suffocating.

“Sure feels like it,” I venture carefully.

“I’m not mad at you,” he says again and brings our hands up to his mouth to kiss me softly. “I love you, Lucy. I mean that with all of my heart. When I fall, I fall hard and fast. I guess I’m worried that you won’t feel the same.”

“I do, but that has nothing to do with anything. Your shoulder is injured. Badly.”

“It’s okay.” He rolls it without wincing, which worries me even more. I have zero clue what a cortisone injection is supposed to do, but if it dulls the pain of a bad injury so he can keep playing, then that is bad news. Really, really bad news.

“I need you right now, Lucy,” he says desperately. “My whole world is crashing down around me, and I don’t want to talk or think. I just want to sink my cock into your sweet pussy and make love to you without any need for words. Can we just do that, please?”

“Of course,” I murmur straight away. “Anything you need, I’m here for you, Jason. Always.”

“Get in the back,” he growls softly. “I want to fuck you right here.”

Without hesitation, I slide out of the passenger seat and do as he says.

When I’m sprawled across the back seat, I unbutton my jeans, pulling them down enough to drag one leg out. Parting my legs for him, I whisper, “Fuck me, Jason.”

He pulls his cock out of his pants, stroking it several times. It soon stands out in arousal as he nestles between my thighs with a delicious grin. “You’re so fucking sexy, Lucy, doing what I want you to without question.”

“Let me suck you,” I say, greedily holding out my hand.

He falls back on the seat as I shuffle onto my knees, pumping his hard rod a couple of times into my parted mouth before he pulls away, growling with need.

“I fucking love your mouth.”

Laying back on the seat again, he leans over me and spears himself into the silky wet heat of my pussy, spreading my legs wider and then stills to look me in the eyes.

“I need you,” he sighs heavily. “Tell me you’re mine.”

I kiss him lightly and murmur against his lips to satisfy him.

“I’m yours always. I love you, Jason.” His expression relaxes slightly now that I’ve confirmed my love for him.

His body tenses like he is getting ready to battle some internal demon before picking up his pace.

Holding onto him, I wiggle beneath him as our bodies collide as we bounce together in frenzied desperation.

His cock hits hard against my g-spot every time he plunges inside me until my back is bowed, and I’m whimpering in ecstasy.

So close to coming, I hungrily grip his ass, holding him tightly as I plead, “Please, come inside me.”

Shudders wrack his body against mine as his molten seed spurts deep inside my wet pussy, emptying himself into me. It makes me feel powerful that I can make the incredible hockey player feel like this.

With a shaky hand on my thigh, he falls over my body, encasing me in his warmth as we lay together for a few silent minutes before he pulls out of me, and I haul my jeans back up.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

“Don’t thank me. I’m here for you, whatever you need.”

“I know, and you’re perfect.”

Taking my hand, he helps me out of the back seat as Steele and Carter stare at us, leaning against Steele’s Jeep in deep contemplation.

“You’ll get your turn,” I joke, trying to lighten this atmosphere.

“Oh, we know,” Steele murmurs. “But first things first.”

“Follow me,” Jason clips out, letting me go. “Team meeting.”

Steele and Carter exchange a glance and follow him inside.

Letting them go, I stand on the driveway like a hard dick with no pussy to slide into, I chew my bottom lip.

“You coming?” Jason asks, sticking his head back out of the front door.

“Erm...am I meant to?”

“You are part of the team, are you not?”

“Suuure,” I murmur and race to get inside, where he closes the door behind me.

“Sit,” Jason instructs, folding his arms defensively.

The three of us pile onto the large white leather sofa, me in the middle of the two huge hockey players. Carter is not as tall as Steele, which is hardly surprising, but he definitely is the same size as Jason.

“I’m going to say this once and once only,” Jason starts. “My shoulder is injured. I’m going to play out the rest of this season if I have to get a fucking cortisone shot every damn day for the next six weeks. After that...I’m going to re-re...” He draws in a breath and looks away. “Retire.”

Steele and Carter stiffen next to me.

“Retire?” I blurt out. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-eight,” he mutters.

“What?” I ask, baffled. “That’s way too young!”

“Not for us,” Steele says quietly, taking my hand and squeezing it, I think to get me to shut the fuck up.

My heart breaking for my new love, I blink back tears.

“Jase,” Carter says. “This is...Dammit, dude. You could seriously hurt yourself.”

“Don’t care—my decision. You are either with me or in my way, and if you choose the latter, I will take you down—end of story. I’m finishing this season. That’s all there is to discuss. We won’t speak of this again, so forget any comments you were going to make. I’m done with it.”

He storms off, leaving the three of us to stare after him.

I jump when his bedroom door slams shut. Steele lets go of me and rises, moving outside, deep in thought.

Carter nods his head at Steele. “Go to him but leave Jason. His decision is huge, and he will be hurting badly.”

Nodding, I stand up as well and head out to find Steele.