The Pucking Wrong Guy (Pucking Wrong, #2)

by C.R. Jane

When I finally reached out and grabbed it, my fate was sealed. I just didn’t know it yet.

She was like a lightning strike, breaking my fucking heart with her beauty. She had me and every other guy—and girl—in the room doing double takes. I immediately wanted to gouge out all their eyes with the fork on the table in front of me. Mine, my insides–and my dick–were screaming.

Because now that I’d found her…Now that I could breathe…You could fucking bet I would never let her go again.

I couldn’t wait to not be a stranger to her anymore. I wanted to be her best friend, her everything. It was the only ending I could accept.

"Gentlemen," he began, his eyes scanning the room, "tonight is the first game of the season. The beginning of a new journey. We've worked tirelessly to get here, and now it's time to show the world what we're made of." He paused, letting the gravity of the moment sink in. "Remember, we're not just a team; we're a family. On this ice, we fight together, we bleed together, and we win together. The Cobras have a legacy, and it's our job to uphold it. The fans out there, they're counting on us to give them a season they'll never forget." The coach's voice grew more intense, a fire of determination burning in his eyes. "I don't need to remind you that every shift counts, every pass, every shot on goal. But I will remind you that you've got the talent, the skills, and the heart to be champions. Believe in yourselves, and believe in each other. Trust your instincts, and leave everything out there on that ice."

He paused once more, the room filled with a charged energy. "Tonight, we're not only playing for ourselves; we're playing for this city, for the Cobras' faithful. So go out there and give them a show they'll never forget. Let's bring home that victory, boys!"

“If you were my girl, there wouldn’t be anything that would keep me away.”

“You should probably put him on notice then, sunshine,” he murmured with a slightly crazed grin. “Of what?” I whispered. “Of the fact he’s about to lose his girl.”

“You know who I fucking am. And don’t you fucking say his name again, or I’m going to choke you with my mother fucking cock,” Ari Lancaster growled.

“Yes, that’s it. Look at you, coming on my big cock. What a fucking good girl.” My insides clenched, another tiny orgasm fluttering through me at his words. He grinned wickedly. “Looks like someone likes to be praised. Which is my lucky day. Because I’m going to spend every day in this sweet pussy, telling you how perfect you are.”

"I'll make you happy," he finally said, his voice tender and resolute. "It might take a while, but someday I'll make you happy for the rest of your life."

“I’m hard for you every fucking second of every fucking day. I’m obsessed with you, crazy over you in fact. I can’t stand to be apart from you for any length of time. So when you tell me you hate this perfect fucking body that I worship with every part of my fucking soul…well, we can’t have that, sunshine.”

"You've trained your asses off, played your asses off, and sacrificed everything for this moment!" he bellowed. "That jersey ain't just cloth and colors, fellas. It's a fuckin' symbol of our legacy, When you step on that ice, you're not just playing for yourselves. You're playing for every Cobra who's ever bled for this team, for this city!"