How To Puck The Hockey Captain

BLAKE “I need you inside me right now, mouse. Take me, use me, tear me apart. Whatever you want. Whenever you want.” My breath comes out in short, uneven gasps as I read the line over and over again, disbelieving. Damn, girl. She really knows how to weave her words like a noose around your throat—tightening, squeezing, until you can’t breathe. I shift uncomfortably, a mix of thrill and disbelief coursing through me. The pressure in my pants is insistent. f**k. I got hard just from her latest update. Again. I can almost picture her sitting there at her desk, eyes narrowed in concentration, biting that luscious lip as she types furiously. The thought sends another surge through me, and I curse under my breath. She’s dangerous, whoever she is. Her words dig under your skin and make a home there. I glance back at my phone, fingers hovering over the screen. Should I comment? Maybe DM her? Tell her how her writing makes me lose my damn mind? Would that be crossing a line? Hell, I’ve already crossed that line a long time ago. But— The door bursts open, and I whip around, nearly dropping my phone. “Hey, Thompson, you coming?” Preston’s voice snaps me back to reality. Shit. I scramble to shut the app, my fingers trembling as I shove my phone into my bag. When I look up, he’s standing there, cocky grin firmly in place, leaning against the doorframe like he owns the f*****g place. “What’re you reading, naughty boy?” He teases, his voice dripping with fake curiosity. “Is it porn?” My heart thunders in my chest, but I force a laugh, trying to sound nonchalant. “Not a chance,” I shoot back, shoving the book under some files on my desk. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Preston.” He just smirks wider, his gaze flicking to the hidden book. “Let me see,” he urges, a mocking glint in his eyes. He steps closer, and I swear I want to punch that annoying smirk off his face. “Back off, man.” I grab him by the collar, yanking him forward. “Stop being such a perv.” He doesn’t flinch, just leans into my grip, still grinning like the goddamn Cheshire cat. “Me? A perv?” he drawls, pretending to be shocked. “I just want to know what’s got you all flustered. Is it that author again?” His grin widens as he sees my expression stiffen. “Ms. SexyHotAuthor?” I roll my eyes. “f**k off, Preston.” But the smile tugs at my lips despite myself. He’s an ass, but he’s also my best friend, so I suppose I have to tolerate his bullshit. “Hey, I’m just saying, if she writes this good, I’d love to see her in action.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, and I shove him away with a grunt, annoyance flaring. “Go drool somewhere else,” I mutter, grabbing my gear and heading for the locker room. Preston raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “If she is, I hope I’m on her list of potential heroes,” he joked, leaning back with that trademark smirk. That made me pissed. I playfully pushed him away, unable to hide my annoyance. “Oh, please! You think you could compete with the guys in her books?” He chuckled, leaning back in mock contemplation. “Hey, I’ve got the charm! Maybe I’m just waiting for my chance to shine.” I rolled my eyes, trying to keep a straight face despite my amusement. Preston chuckled, leaning closer. “Although I’m not sure about you, you look a bit lacking.” I shot him a glare, trying not to laugh. “Lacking? Really? Do you want to see?” He smirked. “Here? Are you sure? Don’t tempt me, Thompson. You know how much girls come here to watch us play?” Suddenly, I looked around the arena, noticing the excited faces in the stands, all eyes on us. Preston put his hands in the air, chuckling as he soaked in the attention. A few girls in the stands squealed his name, their excitement is visible. “See?” he said, grinning at me. “This is what you’re up against!” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, but a part of me was amused. “Yeah, well, not everyone finds a cocky grin attractive.” He leaned closer, still smirking. “Oh, come on! You know they love it.”I forced a smile and just ignored his words. I cannot possibly say that I just read the hottest update from my favorite author minutes before our final game. Instead, I shook my head and patted his back to enter the arena. “Tss.” I laughed at him. “ Big day Thompson. Big day.” The crowd goes wild as soon as we entered the ring. They are chanting our team’s name all the way until we score the final goal. Victory is sweet, but I’m distracted, my gaze darting to the stands. That’s when I spot her. Preston’s sister. Shy, glasses perched on her nose, her small frame lost in the chaos of roaring fans. She’s so out of place here. So... fragile. I catch myself staring, something twisting uncomfortably in my chest. Preston notices and smirks. “She lost a bet. Had to come watch.” He chuckles, low and mean. “Not really her scene, but a deal’s a deal.” Something in his tone makes my blood boil. “Leave her out of your bullshit,” I snap before I can stop myself. He just raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Protective much?” he taunts, but I turn away, shoving past him. After the game, we hit the bar, the team riding high on victory. Drinks flow, laughter rings out, and I drink a little more than I should. Everything’s buzzing, a chaotic swirl of sound and light. By the time I make it back to my room, I’m swaying on my feet. I fumble with the key, finally managing to shove the door open, only to freeze when I see her—Preston’s sister—standing in the middle of my room. “What the—?” I blink, my head spinning. “What are you doing here?” She doesn’t answer right away, just steps closer, eyes blazing with something wild and desperate. “I needed to know,” she murmurs, voice tight. “Needed to know what a hockey player’s kiss is like.” Before I can even process her words, her lips crash into mine—hot, needy, demanding. Her hands clutch at me, pulling me closer as if I’m the only thing keeping her from drowning. I don’t kiss back. Can’t. I’m too stunned, too caught off guard. I should push her away, tell her to get the hell out. But I’m too drunk, too dazed, and her desperation claws at something deep inside me. When she finally pulls back, her breathing is ragged, her eyes blazing with something fierce. “I want you, Blake Thompson,” she says, voice trembling. “Take me. Use me. Make me forget.” “What the hell?” I rasp, still reeling. She bites her lip, looking up at me with a mixture of defiance and fear. “I need you to ruin me.” And I just stand there, staring at her, my mind a chaotic mess of thoughts. What the f**k just happened? Outside, the door creaks open, and Preston’s voice drifts in. “Everything's alright in there, Thompson?” “s**t,” I mutter, my gaze darting between her and the door. “This is not happening.” But as I look back at her, something shifts. A dark, dangerous thought curls up in the back of my mind. Maybe it is happening. Maybe it’s exactly what’s supposed to happen.