Broken Boy (The Puck Boys of Brooks University, #2)

by Hannah Gray

“I want you to bother me,” he whispered, his gruff voice tortured. “Bother me all the fucking time, Tate.”

“I know your rule. I know you don’t want to be like your mama. But I’m not your dad, and I’m tired of loving you, but not being able to show it, Tate. I want to love you in the open. I can’t take another day of having you close and pretending that I’m not dying to fucking touch you.”

“Go shower. You smell as bad as you’re playing. Like ass.”

“We don’t have to talk about our deep, dark shit. But we know it’s there. We’re damaged goods, and we’re both fucked.”

Whatever god made her must have taken his damn time. There’s no way on earth that an angel like that was made in a day.

“The truth is, being away from you sounded easier than being tortured with seeing you every day, but knowing you could never truly be mine.”

“No. Because the truth is … there’s eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds in a day … and since we were kids, there has never been one of them when you weren’t the only thing that mattered,” she whispers.

“You ruined me for anyone else. And all I dream about is ruining you back. Fucking you so hard that nobody would ever want you again and making you come so good that all you’ll ever think about is me fucking you.”

“I was thinking about shoving my dick down your throat, making you gag on me.”

“Every girl who strokes you or gets on her knees, begging to take you into her mouth … you’ll think of me. This vision isn’t going anywhere … so I guess we’re both in the same boat. Huh?”

“Stop thinking of yourself as this frail creature. You’re a fucking force.”

I could have had any girl I wanted, but from the time I was twelve years old, I only belonged to her.

The last thing I want to do is be her friend. I want to strip her naked and taste every inch of her body. I want to thrust inside of her while she moans my name, scraping her nails into my skin. I want to bury my face between her thighs, letting her ride my tongue like a mechanical bull. I want to fuck the emptiness right from her eyes, making her feel everything all at once.

“I’ll love you from afar, if that’s what you need me to do. But that isn’t what I want, T.” I tangle my lips with hers, swallowing her moans. “I want you. I want you next to me through it all. My dreams coming true. The bad times. All of it. And I want to be there for you too.”

“You’re my best friend, Tate. I love you. And I know you love me too. But we both know being friends doesn’t work for us anymore.”

“If you want to give me what I need, you’ll leave me alone. I’m going to move into the other hockey house so that you don’t have to see me.” His voice turns hoarse. “It’s over, Tate. Time to let it go.”

“Wasn’t a date!” Cam interrupts him. “It was like … an awkward meal. Shared between two complete strangers. While one was thinking about me the entire time.” He fists-bumps Brody.

“Some people are just worth going through the uncomfortable stuff for. And Link, he’s that someone for me.”

“I could be surrounded by a sea of people, all chanting my name, and I’d still look for her.” My heart aches. “Every. Single. Time.”

“I wasn’t made to play hockey, Tate. I was made to love you. And I’m going to do that from here on out. Above everything else. Even hockey.”

“Lady, the way you’ve been jumping my bones lately, there aren’t enough protein shakes or steaks in the world to replenish the nutrients I’m losing, fucking you every way to Sunday.”