Page 2 of Pucking Grey (The Honey Badger Puckers #1)

“The ice needs the Zamboni,” Wyatt calls out while we’re doing drills. I pass the puck to Matt and he aims for the goal. Our goaltender, Ace, is quicker than him. The puck skids to the right, blocking the goal. And that’s the end of practice.

Wyatt calls out to Matt, “Scoring off the ice is getting to you. Ruining your game.”

Matt laughs, skating to Wyatt. “Shit, man. I’m scoring on and off the ice.” The cockiness in his voice is always present. I mind my own business as I head off to the locker room. But they continue the talk while we’re fucking changing. The entire team has their attention on Matt, so I must be missing something. I only get a whiff that Matt fucked some chick.

I don’t give a fuck about Matthew Pearson. Or what he does. Who he fucks. Who he doesn’t. I don’t give a shit about the guy. I don’t want to be associated with him in any way. Fuck, the only reason I would care is for this hockey team. But that’s the end of it.

My dad married his mom five years ago, and then he divorced her two years ago. I’m only at this college on this team because of his mom, and Matt knows it. We keep our distance, giving each other the space we need. Being stepbrothers who competed for the same position on the hockey team hasn’t run well ever since our parents got together. Our hockey practice is where they met. Throwing punches with each other is what made them divorce.

I’m the first to leave the auditorium because the team is stuck on the details of where Matt’s dick has been. I stopped caring a long time ago about what Matt says or does. He’s dead to me until we’re in the rink. But off the rink, he’s nonexistent.

So, that’s why, when the girlfriend he cheated on asked me if I was going to the party tonight, I didn’t respond. Without telling her, I was already planning to go.

It’s a quick drive home off campus. And I’m starving, so I make myself a bean burrito. Ace, the goaltender, walks into the house shortly after.

“Grey, wake me up before you head to the party,” Ace says as he walks down the hall. I glance over my shoulder at him.

“Yeah,” I say while swiping on this dating app. I swear half of these chicks are really good at taking selfies. They show up on a date unrecognizable. I still fuck them, but it makes more sense to cum to their photos instead.

Another roommate, Knox, walks into the house shortly after. He throws his shit on the living room floor.

“Grey, what was that chick talking to you about?” Knox asks, rounding the dining room table and sitting at the bar of the kitchen.

“What chick?” I ask, chowing down the dinner I finished making.

“Matt’s fucking chick. The one with the nice ass.”

“You Matt’s little reporter,” I respond.

He leans back in the chair, chilling. He knocks on the counter and says, “No, man. Did you see the porn he made?”

I chuckle, recalling the video that Madison showed me. “Matt made a porno.”

He leans forward now with a smirk on his face. “With that super hot bitch, even nicer ass.”

“Get the fuck outta here with that, Knox,” I scoff.

Knox laughs, throwing his hands in the air. “Ay, you didn’t watch it.”

“I’m not gonna fucking watch it. What the fuck’s wrong with you.”

Knox slaps the counter as I walk down the hall. He shouts, “Don’t fucking act like you don’t watch porn!”

I slam my bedroom door shut, pacing my room as I scarf down dinner. I don’t care to witness Matt’s love life unfold at this fucking party. I don’t want to deal with it. Fuck it. I’m not going.

When the night comes, Ace opens my door and wakes me up from a nap.

“Nah, I’m not going,” I say, crossing my arms.

“You gotta come,” Ace demands.

I shake my head. “I don’t have to do shit.”

“Fuck, come on,” Ace says. “Wrenley’s going to be there with her hot friend. I told them you were gonna be there.”

“Take fucking Knox. He needs to get laid,” I say, disgusted by that fucker’s interest in Matt’s porn.

Ace hits me. “Get the fuck up. You’re coming.”

“Fuck,” I shout, getting out of bed. I throw on black jeans and a black shirt with a black hoodie. The color of my soul. I leave the room, Ace applauding my ass for getting dressed.

“These bitches better be worth it,” I state, walking ahead of him.

Ace grabs the alcohol from the freezer and then follows me out. “Woo!” he shouts, probably already drunk. “Let’s fucking rage!”

The party is just getting started when we roll up. I throw on my hood, take a bottle of vodka, and walk up to the house.

“Grey!” a few guys shout. I throw my hands in the air to acknowledge them as we make our way to the kitchen. Bitches are already touching me as I walk by. I fucking hate coming to these things sober.

Ace can’t fucking help himself. He’s already making out with some chick, but I don’t notice until I turn around. Knox is grabbing shot glasses. Wyatt joins us. So do a few girls I’ve kissed before.

Knox smacks my chest. “It’s the bitch from the porn.”

Matt rolls up with a familiar face under his arm, and I’m wondering why the fuck they’re walking in this direction. Knox laughs his head off, watching them walk towards us.

I make eye contact with Matt, wondering what the fuck is wrong with this mother fucker. Cheating on his girlfriend with this ugly bitch. And we roll in different groups, so why the fuck is he walking over.

“What happened to your girlfriend?” Knox asks. Fuck, he’s an idiot. I take a swig of the vodka.

“She saw the video,” Matt laughs.

Knox puts out his fist in front of me and Matt hits it with his knuckles. That’s the end of my fucking rope. I walk away, claiming the alcohol bottle for myself. Nobody will tell me shit about it. I chug the vodka as I roam the party.

“Grey,” a voice calls out. I look over at Poppy with her green eyes surrounded by purple dust and her long black hair that sways with her hips. “Come here.”

That’s when I see Madison Wilder across the room. Her blonde hair up in a ponytail, her nipples hard enough to see from a distance, the cup she’s chugging while her hips move to the rhythm of the music, and her friend sticking her ass out to shake it.

I ignore Poppy even though she’d be an easy fuck tonight. I chug the vodka straight from the bottle, watching Madison. Her ass is nice, I’ll give Knox that. But everything else? She’s a preppy fucking snob that thinks she’s too good for everyone. I don’t see that right now though. Right now, I see a sexy woman dancing to the music like her boyfriend didn’t just bring the bitch from the porno to piss her off.

I fucking hate Matt, and Madison knows he hates me. She’s onto something there by talking to me earlier. A fake relationship? I don’t do relationships, and I won’t make an exception. But it wouldn’t be real.

Ace rolls up next to me. “You’re staring at the only one that’s off-limits,” he barks. “Madison Wilder.”

“She’s not off-limits,” I say, keeping my eyes on her. Fuck, I’m not trying to stare but she’s amusing to watch. She rolls her head a few times, whipping her hair and laughing.

“Nah, man. Matt said he would fucking kill anyone who touches her.”

Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Do you know who you’re fucking talking to, Ace?”

“My bad, bro. I’m just relaying the message.”

“You don’t think I could do it?” I ask, readying my ammunition to fuck with Matt. He’s had it coming for him.

“I didn’t say that,” he corrects himself, stammering. He must’ve been drinking before he woke me up because god damn, he’s already fucked up. Out of all the guys, Ace is my boy. If he’s telling me this dumb shit, he’s definitely wasted already. “You can do anything but that.”

I laugh, holding his shoulder. “Wow.”

Ace says, “She’s a good girl. Got a good heart.”

“You’re just relaying the message again, aren’t you?” I chuckle, shaking my head.

“That’s what he fucking said. Good girl but won’t fuck him. He’s been trying for months.”

I scoff. “Bullshit.”

“Why do you think he made that porno, man? Trying to show her what she’s missing.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ace. Fuck.”

He doesn’t listen as he leans on me. “I bet you can’t do it. In fact, I know you can’t. He’s been trying to butter her up ever since they got together.”

I glance across the room. Madison is in a seductive fucking top that would make any of us in here hard in an instant, yet she won’t sleep with her boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend.

Matt has always been the competitive type. We have the same fucking position on the same team. We’re always head-to-head. He tried to be a player like me for a while, but he’s more of a relationship-type of a guy. Fucking softie. And just like Madison said earlier today, I’ll cut that fuckers ego down inch by inch until he has nothing but his mommy left. She can clean up his tracks and wipe his ass like she always does. Fucking mommy’s boy. I clench my fist, thinking about how badly I want to fuck Matt up. But throwing punches can only fuck him up for so long. I need something that’s going to make him not want to wake up in the morning. Years of making me feel that way, and it’s my turn to make him suffer.

Madison grabs a random guy and kisses him. Fuck, this is getting interesting. I look around the room for Pearson. Is he seeing this shit?

Nope. He’s outside, not paying any attention.

I have no intention of fucking Madison Wilder, but I’ll sure as hell pretend like I do if it pisses off Matt. I don’t want Matt’s leftovers over, at least that’s what I thought to myself earlier today. Now that I know she’s not his leftovers, I’ll just fake date her to fuck with Matt’s heart. He doesn’t deserve my silence anymore. Not after the shit he pulled on me while our parents were together. Karma’s a bitch.

I ditch Ace, take a few gulps of the vodka, and set the bottle down on the counter. I approach Madison who is making out with this kid. Her friend glances at me with a shocked look on her face.

“Billy,” I say. The guy who’s kissing her turns around, frightened when he sees me. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Uh, Grey,” he trembles.

“Just go,” I say and then Billy walks away.

Madison pushes me with two hands. I’m fucking tall, so I don’t budge. It seems to upset her more.

“You have no right!” she shouts. “You’re a fucking asshole.” She watches Billy walk away.

I smirk because she loves to call me that. I can smell the alcohol on her lips. When I look down at them, they’re swollen and plump.

“Hey, wait!” Madison shouts, but Billy keeps walking.

She smacks my face. Her friend gasps as the sting on my cheek makes me mad. I rub my cheek, walking closer to her.

“You’re not doing that again.” I ball my fists. “I wanna talk to you.”

She glances at her friends as I flick my head to the hallway. A flush creeps up her face at my demand.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she blurts.

And I don’t fucking care, so I grab her elbow and lead her to the hallway.

“It’s quieter here,” I say, but she’s livid. Her face is red, her nipples are hard, and her eyes are wild.

“Don’t ever fucking grab me like that again,” she snaps.

“Then don’t fucking hit me,” I rumble from the back of my throat. It comes out deeper than I expected it to, but she doesn’t seem afraid. Interesting.

I glance down at her outfit and ask, “What the fuck are you wearing?”

She’s embarrassed as she covers herself. “I can wear what I want.”

“And I can pull one string, and this top is coming off.”

Her cheeks are red again, but it’s because she knows I’m right. I can see every outline of her. One pull and there will be no imagination needed.

“Don’t fucking think about it,” she warns. “Because I will cut your dick off.”

I step closer to her. “My dick,” I whisper. “Will never be in your hands.”

“Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?” She crosses her arms, covering her tits. Thank fucking god because I couldn’t help but look at them every five seconds. “You just want to remind me about how I’m ugly and stupid and not good enough for you?”

For the first time tonight, my mood lightens. She thinks she’s ugly and stupid and not good enough for me? It’s real funny. She pushes me lightly with one hand.

“Why are you fucking laughing?”

“Madison.”

“Greyson,” she challenges.

God, she’s cute when she’s drunk and mad and pushy. Her eyes are red, but still very much blue. Her hair outlines the shape of her face just right. And if I look close enough because I finally am close enough, she has light freckles on her nose.

“I accept your offer,” I whisper to her ear.

She stills, and I don’t know if it’s because my chest rubs up on hers or because I tickled her ear.

“You don’t even like me,” she says, staring straight into my eyes. “You’re actually like pretty mean. I take back my offer.”

I lick my bottom lip, glancing down the hallway. “Making out with Billy isn’t going to do what you want it to do.”

She stomps. “I wanted it to be you, but you rejected me!”

I huff because that was rough. How the fuck am I going to come back from that one? I look down at her lips, but she quickly covers them.

“Stop looking at my lips,” she demands.

“What?” I ask.

She covers her tits, too. “Look at my eyes,” she says with her hand still over her mouth.

I run my hand through my hair and look down the hall at her friends who are checking on her every two seconds.

I touch her forearm and say nicely, “Okay. I’ll stop.”

She sighs, relaxing under my touch. “I’m not some piece of meat, Greyson.”

“I know that,” I say, frustrated. I stare down at the ground, not knowing if putting up with someone like this is worth the fucking trouble.

“Oh my god,” Madison groans. “Do you hear his laugh? Why is he here with her?”

I grab her hand and say, “The real question is, why are you here with me?”

She hides her smile as I lead her back to her friends. Sydney clearly knows what’s going on, but as for the others, I don’t think they do because the shock on their faces when they see my fingers wrapped with Madison’s is priceless. Madison forces me to the wall, and then she yanks my neck down so she can whisper something to me. “Is he in here?” she asks.

I glance around the room. “Yeah.”

“Does he see us?” she whispers. It tickles my ear, but I control myself.

“No, so just have fun.”

I look into her eyes, trying hard to not look anywhere else before she fucking freaks out again. Her gaze is getting intense as she takes a few deep breaths. Her cheeks are flushing because of my stare. She pulls my head back down and asks, “Will you kiss me?”

“No,” I whisper back in her ear.

“Grab my waist,” she demands.

I lean down and whisper, “Being this close to you is enough to piss him off.”

“Greyson,” she says deeper into my ear. Fuck, I need to control myself. “I need your hands or your lips on me.”

Now I can’t help but look down at her lips. Her plump red lips and then her cute nose, and her beautiful blue eyes. Matt fucked up with a girl this beautiful to be with someone like Michelle? Something’s fucking wrong with him. I trace the side of her body with my finger, all the way down until my hand is resting on her bare skin. The open back of her top makes it impossible to keep this appropriate. I can tell she’s uncomfortable because she’s holding her breath.

“Breathe,” I whisper to her.

She nods, putting her hands on my shoulders.

“I’m not going to kiss you,” I whisper to her. “And my hand is only here for five, four, three, two, one.” I remove it, and she exhales.

When I glance around the room, Matt is staring. Our eyes lock, and I flick my chin in the air at him. I’m taunting him, and he won’t do shit about it. He looks like he could kill me, but he won’t.

I whisper to Madison, “Turn me around.”

She grabs my neck, which is a hard no for me, so I turn around, putting her against the wall. She softly moans at my roughness, but I have to ignore it, or I’ll lose all self-control with her. The rush of wind throws her fruity scent in the air, and for a moment, I wonder if that’s what she tastes like.

“What’re you doing?” she asks, throaty. She gulps a few times while staring into my eyes.

“Your boyfriend is watching,” I say, daring to look at her lips again.

Her eyes quickly flick to the kitchen area. Now I get to glance at her tits and the small part of her stomach without her knowing. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she says, ignoring him to look back up at me.

“Not according to him,” I say.

“Then why is he letting you put your hands on me?” she challenges, lifting her perfect eyebrows. I remove my grip and smile because she has no idea what she’s gotten herself into. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Because nobody fucks with me. What I say goes. And when I’m not around, he’s going to try to win you back. But that’s what you want, right?”

She’s holding her breath again as I gaze into her eyes. She’s still and quiet.

Sydney interrupts by saying, “Okay, that’s enough love birds. I need my dancing partner back.”

Madison swings her hips as I watch her ass walk away from me. Her bare back when she moves is sexy as fuck, and after being that close to her, I want more. But I force myself to walk away, leaving her to dance with her friends.

Poppy stops me when I’m halfway through the crowd and asks, “What was that?”

I grab her neck and kiss her. My full-fledged tongue in her mouth. She gropes me back as I push her through the crowd. After all that self-control with Madison, I need to fuck. I can’t fuck Madison Wilder, no. Because I’ll fuck it all up. And she deserves so much better than someone like me or Matt Pearson.