Chasing the Puck (Sin Bin Stories, #2)

by Lyssa Lemire

One hundred and eleven days. That’s how long it’s been since the last time I had sex. For some people, that might not be a long time. For me? It’s a fucking eternity.

???? dang

The girl I haven’t been able to stop thinking about since I met her—one hundred and eleven days ago. The girl who’s fixed herself in my mind and who’s kept my cock from as much as twitching for anyone else. The girl who says she wants nothing to do with me. Olivia Lockley.

Damn

After enduring Tuck singing along to two Taylor Swift songs in a row—very

Fuck off

He balks. “You mean you’re not a Taylor Swift fan?” “She’s fine, I like her, but …” “Fine?” Tuck exclaims like he can’t believe his ears. “What do you mean fine? She’s a genius!” I’m taken aback by Tuck’s enthusiasm. “Geez, I never would have taken you for such an ardent Taylor Swift supporter.” “We call ourselves Swifties, thank you very much.”

Abput to dnf for this alone

Me, I’ve got plenty of muscle, but I prefer to stay leaner than guys like Rhys or Hudson, both because it suits my style of play better, and because I think it makes me look better naked. And how I look naked is very important to me.

Ok

“Alright, you get to pick the first Taylor Swift song. What’s your favorite?” “I don’t have a favorite,” she answers. I turn my head to her, drilling her with a knowing glare. “Bullshit. Everyone has a favorite Taylor Swift song.”

Ill shoot myself

“Fucking hell, Lockley,” Tuck says. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” He chuckles. “I can’t believe I made you come on my fingers when we haven’t even kissed.”

LMFAO

Summer’s officially pulled me into the world of smutty romance novels. It’s Friday night, and we’re spending it with a bottle of wine, on the couch, yapping about a Mafia romance book we just devoured together.

Alright

“Don’t get me wrong. You’re still sexy as hell. I mean, that bad boy aura you’ve got with the tattoos and the messy dark hair that falls over your eyes? If I were into guys, I’d be ripping that towel off your waist right now.”

Bruh

Each time, I hope I see two beds. But each time, I only see one. Tuck and I stand there, luggage by our sides, looking at the one, single, solitary bed. Time ticks by. Then, Tuck laughs. Tuck cracks up.

Ok

“I don’t want you to finish yet,” I say, my voice a teasing husk. “Not until you’ve been inside me.”

Girl what

I tasted her juices weeks ago, when I sucked them off my fingers. But tasting her arousal right from her pussy is a totally different experience. The flavor thickens my blood, makes me lose all restraint. I can’t tease her anymore, because now I need this as much as she does.

EWUH

Watching the soft semi-globes of her tits

I cant lmfao

Tuck lets out a long, heavy sigh. “Olivia.” He says my name, but he’s not talking to me. He says it like an exhale, like a plea, like a lament. “Shit, I wish you’d give us a chance.” My breath catches in my chest. He thinks I’m asleep. He thinks I can’t hear him.

Girl

“Because I was afraid,” I say. Tuck’s lips flatten. The square between his eyebrows wrinkles. “What?” “That’s why. Why I wouldn’t give us a chance.” Surprise flashes in Tuck’s eyes. ‘You …” I nod. “I heard what you said.” His jaw muscles go tight. He leans forward, into the charged space between us over the table. “Everything?”

Girl

“Then …?” Tuck asks. An electric chill ripples up my back. “I think I’m ready to give us a chance.”

That was easy

When I grab the hem of my panties, he steps forward and stops me. “No,” he says. “Those, I want to take off.”

Tea

“Take it, baby,” he rasps, his hips thrusting upward to meet my motions as I impale myself on him. “Take that fucking cock.” “So good,” I moan. “This cock feels so fucking good.”

Ew

He’s got such an infectious, positive energy, it’s hard to believe I ever used to think he was a jerk. But that’s what bad experiences in your past will do to you. They keep you from seeing things, people, or potential relationships for what they actually are; instead, you keep looking for similarities and analogies between them and the things that hurt you.

Ok

“Someone from Brumehill sent me this Tweet,” he says. It’s a Tweet from Withermore’s center forward. It’s a laughing emoji followed by the message, Our boy Ryan had some words of truth for McCoy that he didn’t wanna hear.

Girl shutup LMFAOOOO

Plenty of people are speculating what the fight was about, and every time I pass a conversation where I overhear a theory, my cheeks burn, knowing that I’m the reason why.

Ok girl wrap it up youre not yn

The atmosphere is electric, the air almost crackling. The referee drops the puck. Tuck swats it away. He drops his hockey stick. Ryan drops his. Everyone else on the ice does the same. The arena is deafening as a brawl erupts on the ice. Every player is squaring off with another from the opposing team. Throwing blows, trying to grab holds of each other, struggling to stay upright. Even Hudson’s skated out to tangle with the Falcons’ goalie.

LMFAO

Finally, the refs separate them. The crowd is still roaring like spectators at a gladiator fight in ancient Rome. As Tuck skates to the penalty bench, he angles himself towards me and blows a kiss. Everyone notices.

GIRL SHUT UP

I’m glad he’s happy. But after he started the game doing the one thing I didn’t want him to do, and I spent the game dealing with the results of it, I’m not.

Shut up

Olivia’s shoulders sag. “I told you that I didn’t want to even have to think about Ryan anymore. But after that stunt you pulled at the beginning of the game? It’s all anyone’s talking about. You and Ryan fighting is even bigger news than it was after last night, and people wanted to find out the story behind it. Guess what? They did. I had to deal with people gawking at me and whispering about me during the whole game.”

Girl literally shut up

“Why?” she demands. “What does it matter?” “Why? Because I love you.”

Oop

“Tuck …” she says my name like it’s a question. “You can’t be in love with me.” My brow furrows. “Well, that’s an interesting theory you’ve got there, Olivia. The problem with it is that I am.” Her arms fold over her chest, like she’s closing herself off. “We hardly know each other. We’ve only been together for a couple weeks.”

Kys

“Hey,” she says, getting my attention. I look up to see her wearing an amused grin. “That guy asked me to give this to you.” She hands me a folded-up piece of paper and then nods her head towards the door. I look over my shoulder to see Tuck standing there. My heart leaps into my throat seeing him after a couple days. That scruffy hair, those oceans of blue that are his eyes. I unfold the note. Hope this is enough space. Still love you btw.

I mean ok

I’m waiting in line for a coffee at Brumehill Brews, when a guy comes up to me. “Excuse me,” he says. He holds something out to me. “That guy out there asked me to come in and give you this.” Sure enough, when I follow the direction of his nod towards the glass doors of the café, I see Tuck standing on the other side. A boyish grin is carving his dimples deep on his stubble-covered cheeks. My chest flutters. I unfold the note. In case you were wondering, I haven’t stopped loving you since I wrote that first note this morning. In fact, I love you more. See the drawing below for proof.

Girl

It wasn’t hard to tell Tuck that I love him. It felt right. It felt safe. And when Tuck wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer, I realize nothing has felt as right, as safe, as this does.

?? you were just tweaking about it 2 pages ago

“That fact feels like a gift from the universe to me. No matter what color your eyes were, I’d never get tired of looking at them. But the fact that every time I look in your eyes, I’ll see more shades, more specks of color, than I would in anyone else’s, that just feels like fate winking at me for falling for the right girl.”

??

guide her hand, tracing out letters in the stars. M is first. Then I. Then N. Then E. Olivia turns to me, her brow crinkled. “Mine?” “Yeah,” I say. “That’s you. Every damn day for the rest of our lives.”

Gross