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.

“Very nice, Disney,” Ari screamed. “Good fucking boy.” Praise kink unlocked. I’d have to examine that later.

She was fucking staring at me. She raised both hands slowly and flipped me off and I almost passed out on the ice, just from having her attention.

The goalie turned and stared at me, our eyes locking in a silent exchange that sent a shiver down my spine. Wow. He was pretty. The kind of pretty that made you dizzy, and slightly obsessed. And wondering what having that for yourself would even be like. I didn’t know that people existed like that in real life.

I grabbed her hand, trying to keep the awe off my face at how fucking soft her skin was. She didn’t need to know that I would be the only hand she’d be holding for the rest of her life.

So this uncontrollable desperation inside me...turned into something else. There was one way I could keep her. Trap her so to speak… I was having an out of body experience.

Obviously it was still a million in one chance she’d get pregnant. But if we were meant to be, which I knew we were…wouldn’t it be my lucky day.

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

Magic. That’s what this kiss was. Like whiskey and moonlight, and hot summer nights. Like strawberry wine and wildest dreams. His kiss felt like a tattoo, branding me in a way I’d never come back from.

“My sweet girl,” he murmured in between kisses. “My gorgeous, perfect girl.”

I wish I could keep you. The words repeated themselves over and over and over again. I wish you could keep me.

“Your cunt is without a doubt, the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted, baby,” he growled. “And since I was such a good boy at my game, and we won, I think I need more of it.”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured, “look at you…taking my big dick so fucking good. Your sweet cunt was made for me. I’m positive about that.”

“You’re going to look at me while I fuck that perfect pussy. I need to make sure you know exactly who’s inside you,”

Besides, I wasn’t going through just my “date’s” purse, I was going through my future wife’s.

“I’m like a proud papa, Linc. Look at our boy, just out in the world, blackmailing people like a psychopath,” he gushed as soon as I’d gotten in.

Oh Ari

How did you explain to someone that didn’t know you, that you breathed for them? That the blood in your veins surged with every beat of their heart, and that their presence was the very essence of your existence.

“Someone likes being a good girl,” he murmured as his hand tightened briefly around my throat, his thumb brushing against my pulse. “Just yours,” I whispered,

As I went to slide out of the sheets though, something hard bit into my wrist. Confused, I glanced down to see…a handcuff. Walker had handcuffed me to him. What the hell?

He shook his head at me. “I’ll prove it to you eventually,” he said quietly in response. “Prove what?” “That you have a safe place now, Olivia. That I am that safe place.”

He leaned over me again so that his lips were brushing against my ear. “Because I want all of you. I covet you. I want your tears, your cum, your words, your breath. I want everything.”

“I covet you”, that’s new!

“Ugh, you disgust me,” Ari called out. “Now, Disney’s going to simp even harder.” I was up now, because if Lincoln ‘Fucking’ Daniels was going to dance like an angel…I was going to dance too.

I was pretty sure that the role of the smoothie-making, coffee-banning, overprotective partner was my life calling. Hopefully she was cool with that.

A small smile appeared on her lips, and I swore, I’d never seen anything more gorgeous in my entire life…than the sight of Olivia Jones stepping out of the darkness that had followed her for years…and coming out into the light.

Lincoln fucking winked at me as if he knew how glorious he was, and Ari came back up to me shaking his head. “Fucking simp,” Ari muttered with a smirk.

“Ten points to Camden,” I said dramatically, and he huffed. “At this point, it feels like the three of you are actually secret Harry Potter nerds and this is your way of role playing it undercover.”