The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

I couldn’t imagine caring enough about a girl to worry if the concessions guy was within fifteen feet...but maybe it was a circle of trust thing. The circle of trust was...well, I wasn’t quite sure what it was, yet. It seemed to consist of my teammates Lincoln Daniels, Ari Lancaster, and Walker Davis—all stars on the team and in the League—and it seemed to be some kind of group for men scarily obsessed with their girls. But again...I wasn’t quite sure what it really was. I only knew that I kind of wanted in.

“Hey, ref, you pregnant? You’ve missed two periods,” I sniped as I skated past.

A single spotlight lit up the stage. And I saw her. Her. A vision that I wasn’t sure was real.

With each leap and turn, she cast a spell. My life changed. There was only before her, and after her. And I was solidly in my “after her” era, a world I didn’t recognize.

As a professional athlete, I’d thought I knew what passion looked like...certainly what it felt like. But she was blowing my mind. I’d never seen so much passion in a human being, it seemed as if she would die if she wasn’t out on that stage. Instead of dancing to the music, the music was playing for her. Like it was made for her.

She danced the same way I played hockey. As if, nothing else mattered to her in the world but that dance.

Fuck! I glanced around, a strange heat clawing up my neck. Everyone was seeing her like this. Everyone was seeing what was mine.

And we have our first OTTP possessive thought 😂

It was a life rule in general, you should never have an erection around someone named “Geraldine.” Especially the king of all erections. The record breaking, baseball-bat-sized, swing for the fences kind of erection.

Are we talking girthmaster over here?!?

I liked single moms with the best of them, but I wasn’t going there. Plus, there was the whole fact that something had happened to my DNA last night, and suddenly, all my dick was attracted to was a ballerina that looked like an angel and danced like sin. For all I knew, she could be a single mom…but for her, I’d go there. I’d let her call me Daddy any day.

This girl was the stuff of legends. I had to have her. Alright, play it cool. You’re an NHL studmuffin.

Cackling 😂😂😂

I was pretty sure that men who looked like Camden James were just shooting stars in the sky that us mere mortals were destined to only be able to look at.

Men were trouble. But the question was, what kind of trouble was Camden James?

The way she looked when she fell...that flare of pain in her eyes. Should I go back there and insist I take her to the hospital to get checked out? The fall didn’t look too bad, but maybe it was worse than I thought? No, no. I couldn’t just fucking kidnap her. Yet.

I was pretty sure I had some kind of caregiver kink—there was probably a weird word attached to that particular preference, but I was firmly under its umbrella.

“Went a little off script there, Lancaster,” I muttered to him as we headed down the tunnel toward our locker room where we would no doubt get reamed by Coach until the game started. “I’m an entertainer, James,” Ari said sarcastically. “I have to do what the music compels me to do.” “The music compelled you to mount me?” He grinned at me smugly. “Sir Mix-a-Lot demands someone be mounted.”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t think I’m funny, Golden Boy,” Ari called after him. “Don’t pretend like you need Sir Mix-a-Lot to mount something,” Lincoln shot back.

I had the insane urge to claw her eyes out. That had been my name on his abs...that meant they were mine, right?

Turns out stalking was a full-time job and being a professional hockey player was definitely getting in the way of it.

“Who the fuck did this to you?” I growled. For a second, she stared at me, a slight quiver to her lips. She was exhausted, devastated, at the end of her rope…and she let me see it all. But then I watched as a mask seemed to slide across her features, her gaze growing hard and cold. “Leave me alone, Camden,” she snapped, trying to brush past me.

“Let’s get something crystal clear, right now, baby girl. If I ever hear you talk about yourself like that again, I’m going to put you over my knee.”

Anastasia Lennox was a sickness in my bloodstream that I had no desire to cure.

But psychopath me was going to make my baby girl’s life so good once I got her to give in. Hopefully a lifetime of being a hero would make up for this little...pause. Maybe that’s what “...” meant. It was a psychopath pause. Although, I wasn’t quite sure Disney had a psycho gene in him. Lincoln, yes. Ari, possibly. Disney? Hard to picture.

Ohhh poor naive Camden, Disney is the craziest 😂

One thing was clear, I needed to up my game and save her from herself. Daddy was going to take care of his baby girl.

“I’m going to be your first and your last. I’ll be the only thing you crave after I’m done with you. You’re not even going to be able to look at another man because your body is going to know I’m the only one that can give it what it needs."

“So, you’re not mad about this? I promise I’m not going to need anything from you, or start acting crazy⁠—” “Fuck, Anastasia. Act crazy. Take whatever you want from me. Own me like I want to own you. Hearing that I get to have what no man ever will is the best. Fucking. Thing. I’ve ever heard in my life.”

I knew that. Yet I still allowed him to take me to his bed. Because all that pain that would come, all the sleepless nights, the eating my feelings in my room alone trying to forget him, the tears I wouldn't be able to stop.... I had a feeling he would be worth it.

Maybe Camden James really was a superhero after all. At least in the dick department.

“Thank you, Camden. You’re like my own personal superhero,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I would love you no matter what, baby girl,” he growled. “If I had to give up everything to have one day with you—one minute—I would do it. I worship the ground you walk on, not just for your beauty or your talent, but for you. The way you fixed something inside me the second I saw you. The way you complete me in a way I never could have imagined. I love the way you smile, the way you breathe...fucking everything. You own my soul, Anastasia. And if you decided to never dance again right this fucking second...none of that would change.”

The pucking wrong man…turned out to be the right one.