The Pucking Wrong Date: A Hockey Romance (The Pucking Wrong Series Book 3)

I’d been watching her since the moment she’d arrived, prowling around the edges of the party, feeding my addiction as I stared at her perfection.

No one seemed to have realized who was in their midst yet. Understandable, since you didn’t exactly expect music royalty to show up to an engagement party. People should have known she was something special though. Regular people didn’t glow like that, didn’t light up the air around them like a rare and radiant comet, streaking through the night sky.

She’d shed her disguises for the night. I’d gotten used to seeing her in L.A. always wearing a hat and sunglasses…sometimes even that blonde wig. So seeing her like this…it was mind-blowing.

Her black dress hugged her curves just right, leaving enough to the imagination that she was making every male in her vicinity fucking crazy wondering what she had hiding under that dress.

Her dark auburn hair cascaded down her back in perfect waves, catching the light in a way that made it seem almost otherworldly. Her golden eyes flickered like distant stars beneath the strands of lights.

And I wanted those eyes staring at me. I wanted to fist that long hair in my hand, pull it back as I fucked her from behind.

Shit, I was getting hard.

Fuck, that hurt. I was definitely still not healed.

I sent a text to both Lincoln and Ari.

Me: My dick hates you both.

Ari’s response was of course…immediate.

Ari: What a rude thing to say, Disney…

King Linc: You’re not going to be saying that for long after Oliviaaaaa sees it.

Me: You’re taunting me.

Ari: You can thank us later…what was that your brother calls you…Walkie-poo?

And with that the convo was over.

I was debating the smooth way that I was going to “run” into her randomly, shocked to see her there of course.

But then Ryan fucking Taylors moved in, and well…that was not happening.

I grabbed a glass of champagne off a tray and moved in, swooping to wrap my arm around her in a clear “she’s mine” kind of way.

“Here’s your drink, baby,” I said, trying not to die at the fact that I was finally touching her again.

She had stiffened against me, and I could feel her flipping the fuck out.

I mean, I got it. She’d never expected to see me again.

That fact burned my insides though.

I’d spent the last month learning everything I could about her, immersing myself in all things Olivia. From her music, to every interview she’d ever done—recorded and written…I’d also watched every performance I could find.

I knew that didn’t mean that I knew her, knew her…but it meant that she’d been on my mind almost every second of every day.

I’m sure that hadn’t been the case for her.

I guess I just needed to be more memorable, up my game so to speak.

The new additions to my dick were probably going to help with that.

Didn’t think she could forget about me once she saw those.

“Davis, you two know each other?” Taylors said, a tic in his cheek as he stared daggers at me.

“You could definitely say that,” I answered with a grin, brushing a kiss across her forehead that had her tensing even more. “She’s my date.”

Taylors cocked his head. “Did I hear right that you’re one of Harley’s groomsmen? I didn’t know you two were friends.”

Olivia glanced up at me, her eyes wide and questioning. I winked at her, a little dazed as a beautiful blush spread across her cheeks.

“Yeah, we go way back,” I drawled, when I managed to drag my eyes away from her long enough to answer.

He lifted an eyebrow at that, but didn’t try to fight me on it. “Well, uh, it was nice meeting you—” Taylors paused as he stared at Olivia, and I realized she hadn’t given him her name.

“Violet,” she said quickly, with a cute little wave, giving him what was obviously her stage smile. It was impossible not to smirk at the fake name…and the fact he’d only gotten her fake smile.

I’d seen her real smile as I fucked in and out of her body.

I could tell the difference.

Taylors nodded and left, finally getting the hint he wasn’t welcome.

I mean, I doubted I was welcome either, but the difference between Taylors and me was that I wasn’t a quitter.

“Fancy seeing you here,” I said, turning my attention back to her and feasting on the sight of her beautiful face. Up close, the golden hue of her eyes intensified, like the flickering flames of a mesmerizing fire, and I didn’t think I could look away.

“What are you doing here?” she murmured, fidgeting and glancing around…almost like she was embarrassed to be seen with me.

That was not happening.

I grabbed her arm and she squeaked as I abruptly pulled her towards the hotel, not caring about the inquiring stares as we passed by.

I made it into the entryway and down a corridor that said “bathrooms”, and then I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Before she could say anything, I pushed her against the wall, making sure my hand was behind her head to cushion the impact. Her chest was heaving, the tops of her breasts a delectable tease that had me wanting to tear at her dress so I could see them, suck those fucking perfect nipples in my mouth—to stop myself from doing anything too crazy, I smashed my lips against hers. It didn’t take any coaxing to get her to open up and let me in, and I moaned as I got a taste of her, my tongue fucking in and out in the way that my dick was desperate to do with her pussy.

I felt drugged by her kiss, by the soft sighs emanating from her, from the way her hands pulled at the front of my dress shirt like she’d been just as desperate for this as I had been.

She ran her hands over my neck and shoulders and I shivered, wondering how I had lived without this for so many months.

My hand slid under her dress, bunching it up so that I could run my fingers over the seam of her soaking wet panties.

Fuuccck. She was perfect, so wet she’d be soaking my balls if I was inside of her.

I slid my fingers under her underwear and then plunged them inside, her breath leaving her in a gasp as I caught her moan in my mouth.

“This fucking wet, perfect pussy,” I said between more of her addicting kisses. “You’re dripping for me, angel. Fucking dripppping.”

I rubbed that spot inside of her that had driven her crazy that night, massaging her clit with my thumb until she was shaking against me. Her pussy clenched down on my fingers as she came, and she bit down on my lower lip to muffle her cries.

I was bleeding when I pulled away, my fingers still sliding in and out of her, and her eyes widened, her hand coming to her mouth in shock. “I’m—I’m so sorry,” she murmured.

“I’m not,” I growled, kissing her again and sucking on her tongue so she could taste my blood. I mean, I wasn’t a fucking vampire, but there was something about having a part of me inside her.

My fingers, my dick, my cum, my blood…my baby.

I was desperate for it all.

I hadn’t been lying to Ari and Linc. I was gonna be a daddy. If our one night hadn’t done the trick, I was gonna fill Olivia with my cum until her belly rounded with our child.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she gasped, as she writhed against my hand, another orgasm building.

“I can’t think of a single reason why not, Olivia,” I told her, watching in awe as she came…immediately. Like me using her real name was a magic password to her pussy.

A magic password pussy. Sounded about right.

Reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers, wanting to replace them with my dick, but having enough brain function to realize that probably wasn’t a good idea.

“You know my name,” she whispered, her face paling as she stared up at me.

I kept eye contact with her as I rubbed her cum on her bottom lip and then chased the taste of it with another kiss.

Delicious.

But fuck…my dick hurt.

“I know your name now…had to figure it out when you snuck out…and I love it,” I finally murmured, watching as her golden gaze flashed with emotion. “Much better than Violet. Although I’m fine with you giving that one to all the fuck boys trying to get in your pants…”

“And you’re not a fuckboy?” she asked dryly.

“Mmmh. I’m not a fuckboy at all. Unless we’re role playing in bed and then I can totally be a fuck boy for you. Your wish is my command, baby.”

She stared at me for a second before a nervous giggle popped out of her mouth.

She was so fucking cute.

“That’s okay…” she finally said. “I don’t think ‘fuck boy’ is what I’m going for in bed…or should I say ‘puck boy.’” Olivia giggled again.

I snorted, falling even more. My girl was kind of corny.

And I loved it.

She pushed gently against my chest then, and I didn’t love that.

“We really can’t do this though. You know my name, so you probably know my life is…complicated. I’m just here for Harley and Maddie and…then I’ll go home,” she said the last part quickly, like she couldn’t bear to keep the words inside of her. Olivia took a deep, sniffling breath. “But trust me…I’m doing you a favor. You don’t want any of this,” she said, gesturing to herself as tears filled her eyes.

“We’ll talk about that little statement later,” I said, the sounds of people talking and laughing as they came in from outside assaulting my eardrums—because honestly, how dare they disrupt this moment. There was wooing taking place, damnit.

I leaned down and pressed my forehead against hers, just wanting to touch her. How did you explain to someone that didn’t know you, that you breathed for them? That the blood in your veins surged with every beat of their heart, and that their presence was the very essence of your existence.

Especially when you were still trying to figure out the why of it all yourself?

Not a problem for tonight.

Tonight was going to be about reminding her what my body could do for her. Then I’d start working on her heart.

“I have a lot of opinions on that particular subject, but for now I’ll just say…I’m not worried about any of that. I—I think you’re perfect,” I stuttered out, completely losing the cool and collected I was going for.

She flushed, staring up at me like I was some kind of alien from a far off planet.

Olivia opened her mouth like she was going to argue with my assessment of her, and then snapped It close, letting out a garbled sounding “okay” instead.

I kissed the tip of her nose and pulled away…reluctantly might I add, before grabbing her hand and leading her out to the throng of people coming in from outside, assumedly heading to get ready for the bachelor/bachelorette parties.

Many of them were already staggering and swerving around, so tonight was guaranteed to be a shit show.

Harley and Maddie were by the door chatting with an older, gray-haired couple, the smiles on their faces radiating joy. Harley caught sight of me though, and his expression turned cold. He glared at me, obviously still pissed about the little blackmail incident.

He was coming off a little strong honestly…what was a little blackmail in the name of true love?

I smiled at him, going for friendly and disarming since I was going to marry his cousin…but evidently that didn’t work…judging by the way his face contorted, a hint of fear sliding across his features before he quickly averted his gaze. He tucked his fiancée into his body, like that would protect her from the information I had in my possession.

“So, a groomsman, huh? That means I guess we’ll be seeing each other all weekend,” Olivia said, dragging my attention away from Harley as we followed the crowd towards the elevators. I noticed that she stayed a few steps behind everyone, deliberately dragging her feet so she wasn’t with the group. When we got to the elevators, she motioned for everyone to go ahead, keeping her head down.

“I have to say, the blonde may have been good for a disguise, but I’m obsessed with this color,” I told her, reaching out and smoothing her hair across my fingers as I admired the dark, rich strands.

“I feel like you’re just saying that,” she muttered as the elevator dinged and opened in front of us. We stepped inside and I quickly pressed the close button so no one could join us.

And then I crowded Olivia against the mirrored wall.

“Why would I just say that?”

She rolled her eyes, not trying to push me away at all.

That was a good sign.

“Bleach blonde, big boobs, silent…that’s what they all want, Olivia,” she snarked, obviously quoting some asshole from the past.

I growled and her gaze snapped to mine. “I’m staring at what I want,” I told her solemnly, wanting her to get how serious I was. More serious than I’d been about anything in my life before, even hockey.

And I’d been fucking serious about that.

I leaned forward, making sure my lips brushed against her ear as I spoke. “I want that hair all over me as you suck my dick. I want that hair falling in my face as you ride me. I want to fist that hair as I fuck you for hours from behind.” I moved one hand between us, plucking at her very erect nipple through the thin lining of her dress and bra. “And I fucking loooove these gorgeous tits. I’ve never seen a better pair.”

The doors opened then and I pulled away, acting nonchalant as a couple joined us, ignoring the knowing smiles on their faces and the way Olivia bolted out of the elevator like her ass was on fire.

“See you later, sweetheart,” I called as the doors began to close to take me to my floor. She didn’t say anything back.

I whistled as the elevator continued up, congratulating myself for a very successful reunion.

As Ari was always saying…it was important to celebrate your accomplishments.

While I waited for the elevator to get to my floor, I checked my text messages, grinning when I saw what I’d been sent.

Cole: How’s Operation Act Crazy and Get a Popstar.

Me: Is that what we’re calling it?

Parker: I voted for “How to Be a Psychopath: a novel by Walker Davis” but Cole shot me down.

Me: I’m not a psychopath.

Parker: Said like a true psychopath.

Me: I just know what I want. To me, that says “winner.”

Cole: Just don’t tell us if you lock her in a basement or something. I want to have plausible deniability.

Me: I’m not going to lock her in a basement.

Parker: Why can I imagine you pausing before you typed that.

Me: This is real time…you would have seen if I’d paused.

Cole: That’s true.

Parker: But seriously, she’s walking around right, she’s not…tied up anywhere?

Cole: You seemed to have given this a lot of thought, little brother. Have anything you would like to share with the class?

Weirdly…Parker took a long time to respond to that one. Long enough that I’d walked all the way down the hallway, and into my room before my phone buzzed.

Parker: No. I’m the sane brother, remember?

Cole: I’m side-eyeing you, Parker.

Me: Big time.

Parker: I’m not the one that has a famous singer tied up in my basement!

Me: This hotel doesn’t even have a basement!

Cole: Said like a person who’s looked for one.

I threw my phone on the bed, exasperated.

But amused.

At least a few people thought that my sudden, life altering obsession was funny.

I changed out of my suit, dreading the next part of the night. The bachelor and bachelorette parties were being held in side by side rooms at a bar, but being forced to play nice with Seattle players while Olivia was in the next room over was not my favorite thing. Somehow I was going to have to figure out how to get her out and back to my room before the end of the night, but I figured I would come up with something along the way.