The Puck Decoy (Fairfield U, #2)

by G.N. Wright

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?”

“I suggest you get your hands off my fiancée, Gray, or playing pro hockey will be a distant dream,”

“I told you, Tink, you want me on my knees again, all you have to do is ask,”

“Damn, Peters, I know you had a no touching rule for her, but I didn’t think it was because you were banging her yourself, you dog,”

“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.”

Josh : Damn! Bridezilla alert Tink : Do I need to punch you in the dick again? Josh : A smooth stroke would be preferred

“You’ve always been a lost boy to me, the Peter to my Tinkerbell, and well, I guess I just want you to know that from the moment I found you I knew that you were special, that you would be important to me, I just never imagined how much, and I’m glad we get to take this journey together too.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” I am. “And you’re a terrible kisser.” He’s not. “Well, anytime you want to test that theory, Mrs. Peters, all you have to do is ask.” Mrs. Peters. Be still my beating heart.

“Joshua,” Her entire body jolts again, taking me with her, and bringing me closer to those lacey panties I am pretending to not imagine her without. “That’s it, call out my name, Tink,” I praise. “Let the whole house hear how good a husband I am to you.” Again my words are meant as a joke, but all I can do is stare at those damn goosebumps trailing along her inner thigh.

“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.”

What is Autism? Girls and Autism The Autistic Mind Again I could try and convince myself he didn’t get these for me, but as I flick open the first one, I find his name neatly scrawled across the first page. Josh Peters, Age 11 The age he was when we met. Tears burn in my eyes at the thought of him not only buying these, but also reading them enough to tab them, and when I continue to flick through the first one, the emotion thick at the back of my throat only increases. Make sure to explain jokes if she doesn’t understand them. Explain exactly what you mean when you talk. Loves loud music. Hates getting her clothes wet. Crunchy foods are best. Likes to reread books and rewatch movies. Collects penguins. Subtitles on when she is watching TV

“For someone who claims to know me so well, I think you’re being pretty fucking blind towards me right now,” I tell her, pressing my body against hers and trapping her between me and the door. My cock is already hard again beneath the towel, and I press it against her stomach. “Does this feel like I want someone else? Do you think I was imagining anyone but my wife when I was stroking my cock in that shower?”

All I can do is stare at her in shock, and just as I open my mouth to respond, the front door swings open and I turn to find Josh stalking towards me. “Mads, Darkmore,” he greets with a quick nod, before dipping down and tossing me over his shoulder effortlessly. “Excuse us, we’re in the middle of a fight.” He doesn’t even hang around to listen to their response, just turns and starts heading towards the stairs. “Put me down you fucking neanderthal,” I scream, banging my fists into his back, but all he does is land a hard smack onto my ass, making me yelp. “Not until you stop acting like a little brat,” he tosses back,

“These rings,” he starts, flicking my wedding and engagement bands. “These rings mean you are mine, fake or not, in the eyes of the law you belong to me,” he murmurs, dropping his forehead to mine, as his other hand gently squeezes my throat, until I can feel the bite of his own wedding band. “And feel this ring? Fuck, this ring means I belong to you, Hallie. It means you own me, so that is why I kissed you.”

“But what about rule number one,” I can’t help but breathe, and all he does is smile. “Fuck the rules, Tink.” Then his mouth is on mine, robbing me of any response, and I am both his wife, and a slut for the boy who is my crush, so who am I to not kiss him back?

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

“Your mom is right, reading is good for the soul, I love to read.” Penelope’s eyes light up at my statement. “You do?” “Of course, I read all the time, it’s so much fun, you get to live so many lives in the pages of books,”

Peter Pan : You’re still my girl, Tink

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

I knew if I left him to go back to Hallie, then Daemon would just go out and hunt for a vice that would only ruin him. So instead, I grabbed us a bottle of whiskey, tossed him his sketchbook, and then sat on his floor until his black became a little more gray.

I rub tiny circles against the fabric, leaving her panting and moaning into my mouth, as I swallow every delicious sound that slips past her lips until her body is shaking. Only then do I let my fingers slip into the fabric and graze against her bare pussy, relishing in how soaked she is for me. “Fuck, Tink, who knew you’d be such a good girl for your husband,” I muse, slowing down my movements until she is trying to chase more friction with her hips. “Ah, ah, we are going to be late for dinner if I let you come.” I pull my hand away from her, and the groan she lets out is ungodly.

She has never looked better, and I can’t wait to get her home and lay her out like my own personal feast, and it’s with that thought in mind that I bring my wet fingers up to my mouth and lick them clean. “Mmm, tastes like mine.”

“On your knees,” I command her coolly, taking a step back and shrugging out of my suit jacket before tossing it aside. She doesn’t move, not right away, yet I hear her sharp intake of breath as I add, “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.”

“Don’t tease me, baby, not when I am already so desperate for you.” My words seem to delight her as the hand at the base of my cock flexes as she asks, “You’re desperate for me?” She pairs her words with a slow stroke of my cock that leaves me ready to beg for more. All I can do as she looks up at me with a surprised yet aroused smile on her face is nod. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Hallie? What it feels like to see my ring on your finger as it’s wrapped around my cock. I’m so beyond desperate for you that I can’t even put it into words.” Then before she can respond I roll my hips into her hand, mesmerized by the way the diamond I put there sparkles as it moves on me.

“You can take more of me,” I tell her, sitting up in the chair and pushing my hands into her hair to guide her. “Come on, baby, relax that throat and let me all the way in.” She doesn’t look convinced yet still follows my instructions, as she hollows out her cheeks and begins taking more of me into her mouth. I watch as she slowly swallows every inch of my cock, both of us moaning in unison as I hit the back of her throat. “That’s it, baby you feel so fucking good, this hot little mouth was fucking made to take my dick.”

“You’re so fucking pretty when you come for me,” I tell her, coaxing her through her release, as her body trembles, and her pussy soaks my hand in her cum. Only when she is done screaming do I pull my hand back and plunge it into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. “Taste yourself, baby, I want you to remember exactly what it tastes like when I make you come for me.”

“Such a beautiful, needy little cunt, baby, and who does it belong to?”

His tongue and finger fuck me in a tandem until I am completely at his mercy and desperate to come again. “Give it to me, Hals, I know you want to,” he growls against my cunt, and his words mixed with the flick of his tongue, and the depth of his finger, have me exploding against him.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praises, his pace never relenting until I am completely spent beneath him. Only then does he rise from between my thighs, crawling up my body and bringing his mouth back to mine. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

“What the hell am I going to do with you?” he asks, rubbing his nose against mine, and I can feel his cock pressing into me, and I can’t help but squirm. “A repeat of what we just did would be preferred,” I snap, feeling both satisfied and needy, and he barks a laugh.

The moan tears from my throat freely now, as Josh sweeps my hair to the side over my shoulder, and leans back in the chair and starts fucking me from below. “Fuck, this god damn jersey” he groans deeply, his hands spreading my ass cheeks, as he no doubt watches himself sink inside of me. “Do you have any idea how fucking good it feels to fuck my wife while our last name is spread across your back?” he grunts, fisting his jersey, and pulling it tight against my skin, as I grind my hips into his. “You look so fucking good in it, Hals,” he adds with an almost pained moan, like he has been holding in that truth for far too long.

“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.” Josh’s hand is dripping between my thighs, playing with the mess I am making for him, as he purrs, “Good girl.”

“I think that’s enough looking at my best friend, wife, I want your eyes on mine when you come for me,” he grunts, shoving my hips back down on his, and all I can do is stare at him and let him see what he does to me. “Joshua,” I whisper, wanting this little moment only for us, and his eyes sparkle, as he feels me getting ready to fall apart around him. “Come for me, baby, I love feeling you squeezing my dick,” he murmurs against my mouth, grinding our hips together, until I am shaking against him, as my orgasm takes over completely.

“The whole town could watch me fuck you and it wouldn’t make you any less mine, you’ve got my ring on your finger and my last name, you belong to me and no one else,” he adds, and his words shouldn’t delight me, they shouldn’t have me feeling needy to let him fuck me again, but apparently I don’t have a limit when it comes to my husband. “Now stand up so I can watch my cum drip down your legs, wife,” he purrs,

“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,” I purr, leaning down and capturing her lips with mine.