The Puck Decoy (Fairfield U, #2)

by G.N. Wright

For anyone who ever had a crush on their best friend’s brother.

I’ve been in love with my best friend’s brother for almost a decade now and he still looks at me in the same way he did the day that I stepped in the middle of his rink.

“On your knees, twenty-two,” I say, and his head snaps back down towards me. “What?” he asks, stumbling over the word and looking at me like I have grown an extra head. “You heard me, Joshua. You want to marry me then get on your knees and ask me properly.”

“Yeah, I know I’m crazy,” I admit freely, not adding that I am crazy in love. “I also know I’d get on my knees if you asked me.”

“Hallie Rose Tinkerbell Sanders,” he starts, and my breath catches in my throat as he smirks at his own joke. “I don’t have a ring pop on hand, but will you please do me the honor of becoming my fake wife so I can save my sister and your best friend from a terrible and lonely future?” he asks, and when I raise an amused brow, he finally adds, “Will you marry me, Hallie Bear?”

“Don’t make fun of your future wife, Joshua, or you will be on your knees again, only this time you’ll be begging for forgiveness,” she tells me with a smug smile. “I told you, Tink, you want me on my knees again, all you have to do is ask,” I tell her with a wink, and her answering blush makes me laugh out loud.

“I forgot how fucking crazy you are,” he gasps through his teeth at me, bringing his eyes back to mine. “Fucking hell, Tink, I’ll make sure you’re the happiest wife in the history of the world to make sure you don’t do that to me again.”

“I’ve already scored the only goal I’ll ever need.” His words aren’t casual, and as soon as they are out he brings his gaze back to mine and winks again. “You look good with my last name on your back, Mrs. Peters.”

You should always high five your friend about great dick, it’s good manners.

Peter Pan : You’re still my girl, Tink Butterflies attack my stomach as my heart pounds in my chest at the five simple words written on my phone screen. Hallie : Just take care of your friend, don’t worry about me Peter Pan : You’re mine to worry about remember Hallie : Psycho Peter Pan : Brat Hallie : Asshole Peter Pan : Mine

“Remember when you said you would get on your knees if I asked,” I remind her, removing the cufflinks from my shirt, and rolling up my sleeves. “Well, now I’m asking you, Hallie. Get. On. Your. Knees.”

“Ah ah, on your knees, Tink, crawl to me like a good little wife.”

“And besides, you said it first,” “Yes, well, I’m a jealous psycho, I thought we covered that,” I muse, stroking my hands down her arm, and moving them until they can grip the top of the goal post on either side of her. “And because it makes me think things I shouldn’t, like fucking you here and now without a condom.”

“Joshua?” she whispers, voice like honey as she uses my name like a question. “Yes, Mrs. Peters?” I respond, knowing that whatever she is about to ask I will give her, I will give her fucking everything if she asked for it. “Please fuck me.”

I think being married might be the best thing that has ever happened to me.

“Hallie, the next time I fuck you, I promise to take my time and give you exactly what you need,” he vows, brushing the tip of his dick up and down my slit until my juices coat his shaft. “But first, I am going to ruin you for anyone else.”

“I would apologize for breaking rule number one, but I’m not sorry that I know what these lips taste like, Hallie Bear.” Then he pulls back and closes the door like he didn’t just ruin my pussy and my heart.

I know instantly this is more than either of us are willing to admit to one another, to ourselves, I knew it yesterday on the ice. Hell, I knew it on the ice when I was fucking eleven years old.

“You’re lucky I didn’t rip Gray’s arm off his fucking body earlier,” he adds, and the threat towards my friend shouldn’t thrill me, but it does. “Archer is my friend, you know that, besides I’m your wife, so anything else is irrelevant,” I tell him truthfully, amused that he is still so blind to how far gone I am for him. There has never been anyone else, only him. “No it’s not, it's infuriating,” he snaps, staring Archer down like a jealous asshole, as he adds, “Like I said, he’s lucky I don’t lay you out in front of him and show him how you like to be fucked.” Panties ruined.

“Should I call my teammates down here and let them watch as I make you come?” he adds, slipping his fingers inside and groaning at how dripping wet I already am. “Fuck, I think you would like that,” he grits, massaging my pussy gently, and my eyes flick to the stairs in a panic. “Joshua, they could come down at any minute,” I gasp, as he brushes his fingers against my clit. “Isn’t that what you want?” he purrs, licking a strip of skin up my neck, and I tip my head back to give him more access. “What happened to my jealous, psycho husband,” I pant, not wanting to be caught, yet not caring if we are. He is barely even touching me yet his fingers are like magic. “Oh, no one is allowed to touch you, Tink, you belong only to me” he grumbles against my neck, licking and nipping at the skin there, as if he is imagining it’s my pussy. “But I’d let them listen to you scream my name while I make you fall apart.”

“Truth or dare, Hallie?” Not yet confident enough to pick what I know he wants me to, I can’t help but gasp out, “Truth.” I feel his smirk against my ear, his harsh, moaned breaths only sending me even more wild for him. “Do you like my best friend watching you? Do you like knowing you belong to me and that I can own you like this? Do you like feeling his eyes trail over you while you ride my cock like a fucking goddess knowing I won’t let him or anyone else touch you?” Fuck. “Yes,” I moan, clenching around him, his filthy words making me even wetter. “Yes, yes, I like it.”

“Good girl.” I know the moment his eyes flick back to Daemon, watching him, warning him, yet his friend doesn’t move an inch. “Now let’s play again, truth or dare, Hallie, and you already used your truth.”

“Nova, if you don’t move out of the way, I will make you.” I don’t want to threaten him, despite how much I hate the bastard, not when I know it would upset Maddie, but right now the only thing I care about is my wife. “You can try,” he taunts, leaning on the doorframe like I am in no way a threat. “I’ll even let you get in a free shot.” “Why?” I question, and his honesty surprises me. “Because I fell in love with your sister,” he admits freely, and it almost makes me like him, but then he adds, “And now she lets me do unspeakable things to her.” “Nova, I swear to god,”

“I fucking knew it,” Reign brags, jumping onto his friends back and rubbing his knuckles on his head. “Pay up, you little prick.” My stare flicks between them in confusion, before Gray sighs, “Reign bet me your marriage was bullshit, I bet him it was real.” If my chest wasn’t still burning with pain I would probably laugh, but instead I reply, “Then I guess we all lost, because my marriage may have been bullshit, but it was somehow the realest thing I have ever felt.”

Nova nudges Maddie. “You heard your brother. Go and fetch his wife, the man is in love.” And to my surprise, she turns on her heels and heads back inside. Hmm, I guess Nova Darkmore isn’t so bad afterall. “Fuck, I love watching her walk away from me,” he grits, his voice laced in lust as he rearranges himself in his shorts. Nevermind. He is a prick.

“You’re so much more than a friend to me, Hals, you make me feel…” he trails off like he can’t quite find the right word. “What? What do I make you feel?” I plead, both desperate to know the answer, and not sure I can survive it. When his eyes collide with mine again, they are so intense that I feel like his stare strips me bare. “Weak, baby, you make me feel weak.” He takes a step towards me, closing the distance between us, and when he touches me, I don’t shy away from it. “I look at you and I know I don’t have to be strong all the time, like the power I have learnt to demand and crave just to get by under my father’s bullshit is irrelevant, because with you by my side, I feel invincible.”

“When it comes to you, I remember everything, and it took you walking away from me last night to realize why.” I can feel his breath on my lips, the warmth of him so alluring after just hours apart. “Why?” I breathe, the one word almost a struggle to get out, as my heart feels ready to explode. “Because you’re my everything, baby. You always have been, and I want to be yours.”

“Again, I don’t have a ring pop on hand, but I’m hoping these will do.” He reaches for my left hand and holds it up in his. “Hallie Rose Peters, will you please stay married to me, no rules, no deals, no fucking lists. Just you, me, and Percy.” I’m openly crying now, too emotional to hold back my tears as I nod. “Yes, I’ll stay married to you.” My hands shake as he slides the rings back into place on my left finger, not caring how crazy this whole thing is, and I hear hollers and cheers coming from inside the house, and when I turn towards the window I find Nova, Maddie, Archer, and Alexander all pressed up against the glass with huge smiles on their faces. Josh laughs, giving them the finger as he rises back to his feet and kisses me again,

“Now can you please do me a favor?” he asks, fisting his hands at my waist. “Anything, you know that,” I tell him truthfully. “Take off Archer Gray’s fucking jersey so I can light it the fuck on fire,”

“This is your one and only warning, Tink, if I ever see you in another jersey that isn’t fucking mine, you will be sorry.” His threat thrills me, and I can’t help but feel the need to taunt him in return. “I thought I looked pretty good in it, maybe I should take a page out of one of my books and build myself a hockey harem,” I purr, slipping out of the leggings that Maddie let me borrow until I am completely naked before him. “It’s like you want me to march over there and break another arm in your honor,” he grits, his eyes trailing over every inch of skin I have on display. “We’ve already covered that you’re mine, but it looks like one night in another man's bed has left you confused, but don’t worry, I know just the solution.”

“I still can’t believe I got my lost boy to fall in love with me,” she laughs, the sound making my heart soar. “I’m so in love with you, Peter,” she adds, throwing her hands around my neck, and bringing her body against mine. “I’m so in love with you too, Tink,”