The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

And there she was, standing on the other side of the glass. Our eyes locked. Mine. I felt lightheaded as I stared at her, the world rearranging around me until all I could see…all I could feel…was her. I had no idea who she was. But for a heartbeat, I forgot about the game, the score…the pressure. I was entranced. Nothing else mattered. I stared at her angelic face in blind amazement until I lost my mind and I blew her a kiss, watching in awe as her gorgeous face screwed up in disgust, gold flecked eyes unaware that she’d just changed my fucking world.

And then…he blew me a kiss. A fucking kiss. One that had fans squealing all around me. I was immediately jealous of them seeing it. An insane part of me wanted to snatch it out of the air so that no one else could claim it for themselves.

“Okay, well, it’s not a big deal…actually, wait…sorry. It is a big fucking deal. Can you please put on my jersey? I can’t—I can’t deal with what you’ve got on.” I want to kick myself for how that came out, but it’s honestly the nicest way I could say it. If she didn’t take that off…I wasn’t sure what I’d do.

She just giggled, and I wanted to capture the sound. Play it back over and over again.

But in order to have the chance to be the good guy…I was going to have to be the villain first.

I was a country boy, a lifelong listener to country music…and Taylor Swift. But Olivia’s music had become like a lifeline to me, the soundtrack to my days and the lullaby to my restless nights. I’d memorized every song in her catalog, listening to each one on repeat, each note wrapping around my soul like a lover's caress. They were raw, honest, and hauntingly beautiful, just like her. Each lyric felt like a glimpse into her soul, a part of her that she'd shared with the world. Olivia Darling was my addiction and I didn’t want anything to make me better.

As I was learning though…sometimes when you found the right girl…to get her…you had to do all the wrong things.

“I want to be wrapped in your skin…in your bones. I want every piece of you, all over me. There isn’t anything about you that I don’t want. That I don’t covet,” he whispered. “There’s nothing you could show me that’s going to make me change my mind.” “Change your mind?” “That you’re mine. Your body belongs to me. Your heart belongs to me. Your soul. Is. Mine.”

“Note to self, Camden James is not allowed near my lady,” Ari said breezily, playing with a puck as we started back with practice. I made a mental note as well. You know…just in case.

“Listen, Hero, just you wait…one day you’ll wake up and you’ll be crazy. Just. Like. Us,”

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“I breathe for you. I covet you. I spend every second of every day thinking about you. A burden?” I scoffed. “The way I love you goes beyond any love story you’ve ever heard. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you. I burn for you, in the way that only someone can when you’re holding a piece of their soul.”