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

I watched Jolette flee the house like Walker was chasing after her with a butcher knife. It was one of the most satisfying things I’d ever seen. Only possibly trumped by the knife being actually included in the scene.

But I couldn’t feel completely relieved.

It was out there now, the news about the baby.

And I had no idea how he was going to react.

He shut the door and paused for a second before he spun slowly towards me, his blue gaze hard to read. His hair was sexily tousled from practice and his shirt was tight enough that I could easily take in the fact that his body was perfect.

Perfect and mine.

At least before this news.

‘You’re going to have my baby.’ His words hung in the air, and I wasn’t sure if he’d asked a question or just said it, but I nodded my head anyway.

I held up trembling hands, my heart racing. ‘I know it’s soon, and I know we didn’t plan this…but…’ My voice trailed off, choked with emotion, and I struggled to find the right words to express the depth of my feelings since I’d see those two pink lines. ‘I already love it,” I finally whispered. “I understand if you need time⁠—”

In one swift motion, Walker scooped me up into his arms, spinning me around with a whoop of excitement that filled the room.

‘You’re having my fucking baby!’ His words rang out, a declaration of love and happiness that washed over me like champagne bubbles, giddiness drowning out the doubts and fears that had plagued me moments before.

A laugh spilled out of me, tears of relief streaking down my cheeks.

I took a mental picture of his face. The pure elation written across his features. Elation that he’d created something with me.

Me. Olivia Jones. The girl who ruined everything she touched.

Walker set me back down, his arms still wrapped tightly around me.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he murmured, each word punctuated with a kiss to the tip of my nose.

I’m sure the grin on my face was ridiculous, but I couldn’t help it. I’d thought that I was happy before with him…but this…this was on a whole other level.

“Our little Shmoopy,” he sighed, stroking a hand over my flat stomach.

For what seemed like my entire life, I’d been worried about my weight, monitoring everything that went into my mouth so I looked perfect up there on the stage. It was kind of crazy to think I couldn’t wait to have a bump.

Wait a minute.

“Did you just call the baby a ‘shmoopy’?” I asked, aghast.

“We can workshop it. But it just came to me. Or should we call it ‘lover bean’ or ‘googly bear’? Either of those would be good,” he commented innocently.

He was handling this so well. Why wasn’t he freaking out more?

‘Why aren’t you acting…surprised?’ I asked, my voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of disbelief, as I searched his face.

Walker’s grin widened, his eyes twinkling mischievously as he pulled me even closer, his warmth seeping into my skin. ‘I knew already,’ he confessed, his voice low and intimate as he pressed a soft kiss on my lips. ‘You were nauseous, throwing up, your boobs grew at least one size bigger, and you cried at a McDonald’s commercial.’ He chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “It was pretty obvious.”

I blushed, feeling like an idiot. Because in retrospect, those had been very obvious signs that I must have been trying really hard to miss.

‘I just wanted you to figure it out yourself so you didn’t freak out,” he said smoothly.

“You’re handling this so much better than I thought you would,” I murmured, tears clouding my vision. Again.

“There’s nothing to handle. I’ve been thinking about you having my baby since the first night I met you. I was giving my penis daily pep talks that my sperm could find a way.”

“That’s a really weird thing to say,” I muttered, strangely giddy about everything he’d said.

“It’s called manifestation, angel face. And I…happen to be a master at it.”

I didn’t have anything to say to that. I totally agreed. He was a master…at many things.

“You know what I think we should do?” he said as he picked me up and began walking towards our bedroom.

“What?” I asked the question, even though I was already starting to feel him up.

“We should celebrate,” he said.

And once again…I totally agreed.

‘Don’t make me beg,’ I gasped as he ran his huge cock along my slit.

He’d been torturing my pussy for what felt like hours with his tongue and there was a light sheen of my essence all over his gorgeous face as he stared down at me.

‘It’s your fault you taste so fucking good, angel. It’s your fault you’re so wet.” He pushed the tip of his thick head inside me before he withdrew it, and it felt a little bit like he was trying to torture me. ‘It’s your fault you’re so tight.’ Again, he pushed just the tip inside, and I whimpered because I wanted him so much.

‘Please,’ I begged.

‘You want my big dick, sweetheart? You want me to slide inside this tight, perfect cunt, show you just how happy I am you’re having my baby?’

Yes, I wanted that.

It took me a second to realize that I’d said that out loud and I was currently whimpering the word “please”.

He pushed into me, and I felt every bump and ridge of his piercing as he moved all the way inside.

My hands dug into his skin, my body already drenched in pleasure from the three orgasms he’d given me.

I arched my back as he pulled out and then slammed back in, his body wrapped completely around me.

No matter what happened, I would own a piece of this man.

He’d put a baby in me, and for the rest of my life we’d be connected.

No matter what.

The thought was dizzying.

Magnificent.

All I could ever want.

His blue eyes were lust drenched as he slid his gigantic shaft in and out of me, feeling like, somehow, he was driving deeper every time.

‘I love your body. I can’t wait to fuck you when you start showing. I’m going to cum all over you,’ he commented as my pussy clamped around him at the thought.

‘I want you to say it,’ he commanded, his hands gripping my ass, a finger sliding around the rim of my asshole. I whimpered against his lips as he fucked in and out of me hard and deep, thrusting relentlessly until I was close to the edge.

“I want you to say you can’t wait to have my baby. That you’ll let me fill you up like this again and again…breed you so you can never leave me.’

I came. Hard. Pure bliss exploding through my body as he slid his tongue in my mouth, capturing my cries as my muscles fluttered around his dick.

‘You feel so good, angel,’ he whispered. ‘And now you’re mine. Forever.’ Walker pushed my legs wider, one hand on my thigh while his other hand lightly wrapped around my neck. Leaning over, he licked along my aching breasts, his mouth finally suckling on my nipple.

“I’m going to feed from these fucking perfect tits. I want everything from you,” he growled.

His cock stretched me, rubbing against every sensitive place in my core as he continued to drive in and out.

‘Say it,’ he ordered.

‘I’m yours,’ I gasped as another orgasm crested inside of me.

“Say you’ll let me fill this perfect body with my cum every single fucking day.”

‘Yes,” I cried out. “Whatever you want.”

‘Fuck, you are so sweet. I can’t believe you’re having my baby,’ he gasped as I fell over the edge again, this time the orgasm somehow even more intense.

Walker stared into my eyes, and it felt like a piece of my soul reached out and wrapped around him at that moment. It felt like I couldn’t survive without him. He’d become as necessary to my existence as breathing, as a beating heart. I took everything from him that I could, my body squeezing and pulling on his dick, desperate to keep it, his cum…him inside me.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck. I love you,’ he gasped as his hips stuttered against me and his cum filled me in warm bursts.

He moaned against my lips, and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard, the sound enough to keep every woman’s spank bank alive and well if they ever were lucky enough to hear it.

Which they weren’t.

His hips moved in and out of me in a few more lazy, languid slides, and then he rolled us carefully over so that I was laying on top of him. His cum spilled out of me, most likely making a huge mess.

But I didn’t care.

I just wanted to stay like this, with him…Forever.

‘I’m yours,’ I murmured and he growled in pleasure. ‘And you’re mine,’ I continued.

‘All of me. Forever,’ he said, and then he put his hands over my stomach.

‘And this baby is ours.’

If a person could have died from happiness, it would’ve happened to me then.

But it was a good thing that it didn’t, because for the first time…I wanted to live.