Page 19 of Puck’N Enemy (Thunder Knights #2)

“She’s not home,” Logan says in a grim tone. “She’ll be spending the night with my aunt, who’s just had a baby. It’s just going to be Maddie, me, and you.”

“I’ve missed Maddie,” I say, feeling an ache go through me. “She was such a wild kid but her heart’s just as big as yours.”

“Jeez, Dylan,” Logan mutters, opening the door to a blue Toyota. “Stop talking like a sentimental old man. Even Coach Becker isn’t like that.”

A chuckle escapes me. Climbing into the car, I take the passenger-side seat beside Logan and put on the seatbelt.

“How’s she been? Maddie?”

“Maddie is a baddie,” Logan says, chuckling. “You should’ve seen her on her birthday last month. She had almost the whole third grade at our house for the party.”

I can’t help but laugh, too.

Logan’s baby sister always held a special place in my heart. She was the cutest little kid who treated me in the same affectionate way she treated her big brother. Other than Logan, she was the second person to accept me wholeheartedly.

Before I know it, the car’s slowing down in a familiar neighborhood. I was so lost in the past, I barely noticed the time flying by.

Logan’s house hasn’t changed much over the years. It’s got the same pale-yellow walls, the little front yard with weeds growing in it, and the same warm glow in the windows.

“We should’ve packed some food for Maddie,” I say, stepping out of the car.

“Mom fed her dinner before she left for my aunt’s,” Logan says, leading me through the fenced gate.

“She’d have appreciated it if he got her a piece of chocolate cheesecake but it’s for the best. The kid eats way too many candies than what’s good for her.

I don’t want her losing all her teeth before she’s turned fifteen. ”

I laugh. “Wouldn’t that be kind of great, though?” I say, chuckling. “You wouldn’t have to worry about all the boys chasing after her.”

“Hmm,” Logan makes a noise, his features molding into an annoyed expression. “Stop laughing at me,” he mutters, opening the door. “As if you wouldn’t chase those losers away from her.”

That shuts me up.

Yeah. I’d beat the shit out of any good-for-nothing guys that come after Maddie.

The moment I step inside the house, the faint scent of vanilla and laundry detergent hits me. The familiarity of this old place nearly wrecks me.

“Logan?” A small voice comes from the living room.

Maddie peeks out from behind a couch, her eyes lighting up when she sees her brother. But the moment she sees me standing awkwardly behind Logan, she gasps.

“Dylan!” she squeals, running over to me. Throwing her arms around my waist, she hugs me tightly. “I can’t believe you’re here! I missed you so much!”

I freeze for a moment before hugging her back. A soft laugh escapes me as I lay a gentle hand on her head. “You still remember me?”

“Of course I do!” she insists, frowning. “You used to help me with my spelling and you always brought me candy after practice!” she says, beaming up at me. “Did you bring me any today?”

I glance toward Logan. He shrugs and walks toward the kitchen, leaving me alone to make excuses to his baby sister. Who isn’t much of a baby anymore. She’s grown several inches taller since the last time I saw her.

“Sorry, Maddie,” I say, my throat choking up as my old memories clash with the present. “I was at work before I met up with Logan. I’ll make sure I bring candies the next time I come to visit.”

“Yay!” she cries out with a cheerful grin.

“You’ve gotten so big,” I tell her, smiling.

She grins proudly. “I’m eight years old now!” Grabbing my hand, she pulls me toward the kitchen. “Come on now. Mom brought home some brownies today. I’ll give you some with ice cream and chocolate sauce. You’ll love it!”

“Thanks, Maddie,” I say, letting her take me into the kitchen.

Logan’s at the counter, drinking from a glass of water. He quietly watches as Maddie prepares two bowls of brownies with a mountain of whipped cream, chocolate sauce, and scoops of ice cream.

The sight stirs up warm and bittersweet memories of the past. I remember all the afternoons I spent here, doing homework at the kitchen table or eating dinner with Logan’s family like I belonged with them.

And standing here now, it feels like a piece of that life is still waiting for me.

“Do you want some?” I ask Logan when Maddie hands me a bowl of her dessert creation.

“Nope. I had enough dessert at dinner.”

“Logan doesn’t like sweet stuff,” Maddie tells me. “He thinks it’ll make him fat.”

A giggle escapes me and soon, both Maddie and I are chuckling at the annoyed look on Logan’s face.

Even though I’m full from dinner, I don’t waste anything in my bowl.

“You should come around more often,” Maddie tells me. “I know how to make cookies now.”

“Wow! I guess I’ve got to come again to taste them,” I tell her.

“All right, Maddie,” Logan says with a sigh. “It’s time for you to go to bed.”

“I don’t want to,” she mumbles, pouting.

“It’s a school night,” Logan reminds her. “You have to be up early to get ready for school or I’m not driving you there.”

“Fine,” she mutters, defeated. “I guess I’ll have to catch up with Dylan another time.” Coming over to me, she hugs me again and walks out of the kitchen.

“You’re coming with me,” Logan says, grabbing my hand.

I hesitate but follow him as he leads me upstairs to his room.

Logan’s room is still the same as I remember. The walls are filled with posters of hockey players with motivational quotes on them. All the furniture is old and worn, but the room is neat and has a lived-in feel to it.

A cold breeze blows in through the window as I stand in the middle of the room. A hint of uncertainty flickers through me as my heart hammers against my chest.

Logan closes the door. When I turn around to face him, he’s close, so close that his breath brushes over my lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this again,” Logan murmurs, his voice low and rough.

And then he kisses me.

I melt into it before my mind can catch up. Logan’s hands cup my face, tilting it just right, his body pressing gently but firmly against mine.

His familiar taste deepens the hunger I feel deep within. Opening my lips to him, I invite him in, letting his tongue tangle with mine.

Logan’s hand slips into my hair. He grips the strands, adding a touch of pain to his kiss.

My fingers tangle into his shirt, pulling him closer, answering him with my own quiet desperation. No matter how much I kiss him, it’ll never make up for the time we both lost.

Logan’s mouth trails slow, reverent kisses along my jaw before sliding down to the hollow of my throat.

A gasp escapes me, feeling his warm, velvety lips on my sensitive skin.

“You’ll always be mine,” Logan whispers against my skin, his voice a promise.

I don’t argue. Instead, I wrestle with his clothes, struggling to reach his naked skin.

Logan is quicker and more efficient than me. Before I know it, my trousers slip down my thighs and pool at my feet.

“Get in my bed already,” he growls, lightly shoving me.

I stumble backward and end up falling on his bed. Before I can get up, he’s on me, kissing me fervently. His hands ghost up my side, pulling my T-shirt up.

Within minutes, I’m fully naked underneath him.

“No, not the Vaseline,” I groan, watching him grab the tub from his bedside table.

“I’ll buy some lube tomorrow,” he says in a ragged voice. “For tonight, this will have to do.”

His cock is fully erect and pointing toward me. Logan’s eyes close as he lathers his length with a thick coat of Vaseline.

“Stop making that face, cutie,” he says, pumping his cock.

“Stop calling me that,” I mutter, feeling a rush of heat go down to my balls. Watching Logan is making me hot and hungry and I can’t wait for him to take me again.

Logan smirks, lifting my hips slightly.

My heart pounds in my chest as he parts my legs and then enters me with one rough thrust.

I cry out, my body not quite expecting his large girth, but enjoying the sensation at the same time. No matter how many times he fucks me, I still have trouble getting used to his mammoth size as he splits me with his cock.

My hands claw at his back while his tongue fights with mine for dominance. Then he pulls out, almost all the way, before he thrusts in roughly again.

“Logan!” I cry out, feeling a rush of pleasure wrapped up in pain.

His mouth moves to my neck and shoulders, alternating between bites and kisses. He thrusts in once again, harder. Then again. And again. Each time, rough and hard, filling every available inch of me.

Fire flows through my veins, heating every inch of me. My balls harden, igniting my need to release while he keeps plunging inside my tight channel.

Logan’s movements grow faster and more desperate.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer. Gasps and moans escape me as I struggle to hold on as long as I can.

But suddenly, he thrusts in hard and deep, shattering me. “Logan, fuck! I’m coming!” I shriek as streams of my hot cum spurts out, spraying his chest with my essence.

Logan holds me down as he pounds into me, chasing his own pleasure.

A few thrusts later, he’s biting down on my shoulder in his own orgasm. My hands pull him closer as he collapses on top of me.

We lie like that for a while, catching our breath.

Gently pulling out of me, he sinks into the bed beside me. “Are you okay?” he asks in a soft whisper.

“Yeah,” I tell him.

Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me against his chest. A low rumble, almost like a purr, vibrates through him as he holds me. He kisses me again, slower but no less intense.

Warmth and exhaustion flow through me, making me close my eyes. And before I know it, I’ve drifted into a deep sleep.