Pucking Ever After(Jacksonville Rays, #2.5)

by Emily Rath

“Don’t think I don’t know you’re hard as stone right now,” I say, leaning in. “Is your cock feeling trapped in those cute little board shorts?” “Stop,” he warns.

He steps in closer. “I’d like to know your demons better. Seems only fair when you already know mine.”

“I cry watching Armageddon.” I shift away. “You what?” “The Bruce Willis movie…you know, Armageddon? With the asteroid drilling—”

“I know the movie Armageddon, Caleb,” I deadpan. He grins and shrugs. “Yeah, well it makes me cry every damn time. Jake won’t

My heart skips a beat as he gives me a look like he wants to eat me alive.

he presses me against the wall and anchors me with his hips, his face lowering until his breath is hot in my ear. “Don’t pretend you don’t fucking love this ass,” he taunts, nipping the lobe of my ear.

I swallow a frustrated moan as my body utterly betrays me. God, I want this man more than I want air. He laughs, kissing down my neck, knowing he’s won.

He swallows my cry as his fingers open me, sliding through my wetness. I cling to his shoulders, head tipped back, as he presses inside me, working me all the way open.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he hums against my mouth, making my pussy clench around his fingers.

His free hand grabs my face hard, forcing me to look at him. As our eyes connect, he jams two fingers deep inside, curling them in along my vaginal wall until I shudder in his hold. Lips parted, I whine for him.

He smiles, his dark eyes depthless in this dimly lit bathroom. “I am going to devour you.” He says the words like a vow, an incantation. “I am going to strip you fucking bare and drown in your perfect cunt.”

From his place between my thighs, he looks up, those pretty dark eyes reflecting the lights on either side of the mirror. “Be my good girl, and don’t say a word.” Swallowing the moan already creeping up my throat, I nod. Then he descends.

I dig my top teeth into my bottom lip as Cay eats me out, his chin moving, giving me delicious friction. He sucks and teases my clit with that clever tongue. God, he’s so good at this.

He growls into my pussy, the vibrations shivering through me and up my chest, down my arms, until my hand shakes. I’m not so much bracing against the sink as I am clinging to it. Then he dives in with his tongue, burying himself in my cunt.

Just when I think I can’t hold on another second, he pulls his head away, panting for breath. “No, no, no—” I pull on his hair, trying to put him back where I need him.

I soften my hands in his hair, gentling my touch to a caress. “Oh, Cay…you can’t lose me,” I whisper. “And you won’t lose him for wanting me.”

Slowly he nods, his breath warm against my pussy. “You won’t lose us,” I say again.

I try to win another truth from him. “How did you learn to play guitar?” He smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Church camp.”

I blink. “Wait—seriously?” He nods. “Growing up in Minnesota, the only two places I was allowed to go outside of school were the hockey rink and church. Learning to play guitar got me out of doing far less enjoyable activities.”

“Were you a choir boy?” I tease. He doesn’t return my smile. “Yes. And I did all the church plays, chur...

I spent every moment not in class or out on the ice being brainwashed into thinking everything I am, everything I want, everything I feel…it’s a fucking sin. I lived in a cage of hate and fear, Rachel...

My heart drops and I reach out a hand, cupping his cheek. “Oh…Cay.” “I hated myself for so fucking long,” he say...

“You’re not.” I cup his face with both hands, stepping in close. “There is nothing wrong with you, Caleb.”

I blink back my tears, holding his gaze. “You don’t have to hide with me, Cay. You don’t have to mask, and you don’t have to pretend. Want what you want. Want who you want. Do it out loud. I will never hold you back, I swear it.”

“I’m trying here,” he adds. “With you and with Jake…I’m not a sunshine and rainbows kinda guy though, and I never will be—”

I place my fingers over his lips. “I don’t want that from you. Jake is enough bottled sunshine. I want you to be you. You’re enough, Cay. Just like this. It’s enough.”

But in here, in this moment, we’re just two storm clouds who like it best when it rains.

“Be more fun if we caught at least one thing,” Jake mutters at me and I laugh.

Okay, so…fun fact about me? I’m terrified of sharks. Like, don’t like to swim in the deep end of pools in case there’s sharks. Won’t go out deeper than knee-deep at the beach afraid of sharks. Saw Jaws exactly once and was scarred for life afraid of sharks.

No word of a lie, my trepidation about doing this boat trip was all due to the fact that we might see a shark. Just see it.

I sigh, thinking of Sanny back at the resort, probably wrapped head to toe in cooling seaweed as we speak. The asshole made a loud song and dance at lunch about getting seasick and ducked back to the hotel. I should have joined him.

“Compare my wife’s tits to a slimy shark again, and I’ll throw you overboard,” I snap.

“Yeah, Rachel is gonna lose it,” says Jake. “Cay will be worse,” Mars mutters,

“Oh, fuck…” Jake groans. “Yeah, he’ll probably punch us both for upsetting her. And then again for upsetting him.”

“That biological imperative is called love, Nov,” Sully teases. “Fewer syllables to remember.” I snort, sharing a smile with him.

“I radioed the office,” says Captain Rob. “They’ll call over to the resort to let your wives know what’s happening.” Morrow groans. “Fuuuuck, why is that somehow worse? Now she’ll be picturing us stranded out here.”

“I give it another hour before they all turn pirate and commandeer a catamaran to stage their own res...

It feels like my skin has a heartbeat.

Ouch I hate sunburns

Reading the look on my face, Novy points a finger at me. “Hey, there’s no time for a quickie. It’s rehearsal dinner time. We were promised a five-star surf and turf feast, followed by dancing on the beach under the Caribbean moonlight.”

Shit. I don’t hang up fast enough. I drop my hand down to my lap, still clutching the phone. A stiff silence hangs in the air inside this cramped, smelly van. From the middle seat, Morrow and Sully slow turn to look at me. “Puppy?” Novy repeats.

Novy turns the music back on. The speaker is tucked in his backpack at his feet. Under the beat of Eminem, he looks out the window and snorts. “Puppy…totally fits.”

Puffing out my chest, I lean between the seats. “Back when Novy and Pop were first sneaking around, I caught him double-teaming her with Morrow in Sully’s guest room.”

“Touch me again, and I’ll tell them about the cat,” I say, raising an imperious brow. Novy’s chest rises on a huff as he glares at me. “You wouldn’t.”

Novy and I have our stare-off while the guys all push me to spill the beans. Slowly, Novy turns and calls out, “The next person to make fun of Langers for being called ‘puppy’ will answer to me.”

I smirk. That’s right, he knows I can ruin him.

Her teary smile fades to a grimace. “You smell so bad that I threw up in my mouth a little as you were hugging me just now.”

She’s gonna say something dumb about how we’re ‘waiting until our honeymoon’ because it’s ‘fun.’ Well, fuck that. This time last week, I was fucking my wife whenever and however I wanted.

She shakes her head, lips pursed in a smile. “You hockey boys really don’t do well with celibacy, do you?” My eyes narrow as I grip her hips. “What other hockey boys are you talking to about celibacy?”

“Tess, if you’ve got dirt on the guys, you have to tell me. I need it. It’s my only defense.” “If you want to know about your teammates’ sex lives, ask them.” I stop. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“What?” She glances over her shoulder at me. “If I were you, I’d aim for Lukas or Jake. They have no boundaries and no filters. They’ll tell you anything you want to know.”