The Pucking Wrong Number: A Hockey Romance (The Pucking Wrong Series Book 1)

I woke up to the blaring of my phone’s alarm clock, feeling the warmth of Lincoln’s body wrapped around me. He groaned as it went off, clearly not ready to start the day. I giggled softly, feeling a mix of happiness and nerves. It was the first time I’d woken up in his arms, and it felt like a dream come true.

Last night, after I’d taken a hot shower in his bathroom that was right out of a Restoration Hardware ad, we’d gone to bed. Neither of us even thought about me sleeping anywhere but in his arms. I assumed I’d wake up feeling awful about being kicked out of my apartment, but instead, I felt good. Regenerated. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was as if every worry, every care, every trouble that had been weighing me down had been muted, pushed to the background, replaced with a sense of excitement. It was a feeling I couldn’t quite explain, but it was all because of him.

Lincoln.

I was reborn, renewed, a phoenix rising from the ashes of my former self. Every fiber of my being was alive with a newfound vigor, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for his presence in my life. The day ahead no longer loomed over me like a dark cloud, I was actually looking forward to it.

It seemed crazy all that could come from him sweeping in like a golden knight to save me…but it had. Last night was the first time anyone, besides Bill, had ever really been there for me in my life.

He pulled me closer, his hard length digging into my ass. ‘It’s still the middle of the night,’ he murmured sleepily, kissing the back of my neck.

I giggled and turned off the alarm before trying to slip out of bed. He was completely wrapped around me, though; even his legs were tangled with mine. “It’s six thirty.”

“Five more minutes?” he groaned as his lips trailed along my neck, sending shivers down my spine as his warm breath caressed my skin. It was easy to forget about responsibilities around him, to get lost in his spell. I knew I had to get up and get ready for work, but a part of me—a huge part—wanted to stay in bed with him forever.

“Five minutes wouldn’t hurt,” I whispered as he moved me to my back, his lips tracing a path to my chest. I arched my back, craving more of him as he leaned over me. My legs automatically fell apart so he could press his body against mine. Everything in me ached to be closer to him, to drown in the sensations he could give me.

His lips left a trail of nips and bites down my chest, sparks of desire twisting across my skin. My insides throbbed, and I gasped, my body desperate for more.

“Do you want me to suck on your pretty tits? Make you come just like this?’ Lincoln’s voice was like a drug.

My body screamed out in response, begging for his touch. His teeth gently bit down on my nipple through the fabric, and my moan reverberated through the room.

“Fuck,” Lincoln swore, as he tore off the T-shirt he’d insisted I “borrow” last night, exposing my naked breasts to the cool air. His mouth was on me in an instant, whispering dirty words that I never even knew existed.

‘Fuck, you’re gorgeous,’ he muttered, sending my senses into overdrive. His fingers teased and pinched my nipple, waves of pleasure radiating through my body.

‘Please, Lincoln,’ I begged, my voice barely above a whisper. He chuckled, his tongue swirling around my nipple as he gave me what I craved. His mouth engulfed me, sucking and licking with a fierce intensity that left me reeling. His hand cupped and squeezed my other breast, driving me closer to the edge. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but I never wanted it to end. I clung to Lincoln, my body writhing and pulsating with each sweet rush of sensation. He knew exactly what to do to make me come undone, and I surrendered to him completely as I fell over the edge.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he murmured as he gave me an awestruck look before continuing to feast on my nipples in greedy, drawn-out pulls. His fingers slipped to my soaked thong, gliding over the sensitive, throbbing flesh as he worked magic on my breasts.

I came again, the suddenness shocking me.

He groaned and buried his face in my neck, his fingers slipping under the edge of my thong and lazily playing with my folds.

“Lincoln,” I gasped. I was going to be late again. I was dying. This was…everything.

He lifted his head and pulled back his hand, leaving me a slippery, aching mess.

‘Never going to be able to live without this,” he growled, as he licked his glistening fingers. “My favorite kind of meal.” His grin was smug and confident. He was so proud of himself. “I want to wake up like this every day,’ he murmured, staring deep into my eyes.

I stared back at him, not daring to hope that he really meant it. Part of me wondered if he was just saying it to make me happy. But then he leaned in and kissed me again, and I felt his arms tighten around me, and I let myself believe…just for a minute.

‘I want that too,’ I finally said softly, my heart swelling with emotion.

“You’re killing me, dream girl. I’ve got to get you to work, and all I want is to keep you in bed, right here, until the end of time.” His arms squeezed even more, like he really was contemplating it.

“Tonight…I want more,” I whispered shyly, closing my eyes so I couldn’t see his face.

His whole body froze. He was still for so long…I finally had to open my eyes to check on him.

He was staring down at me, his gaze hot and hungry. ‘You’re going to say that and then leave me all day? I won’t be able to focus on anything. All I’ll be doing is counting down every second until I can pick you up and have you back in this bed.’ His voice was thick with desire, and I whimpered.

Lincoln stared at me unfathomably, before suddenly springing up and tugging me out of bed. “We’ve got to get this day started, so we can get to tonight.” He spanked my ass and gently pushed me towards the bathroom.

I didn’t know how I’d survive until after class.

Lincoln

I texted her for the thousandth time that day. I’d gotten the same answer in response, but I figured it was worth another try. I was literally counting down every fucking minute.

I’d come this morning, right in my briefs, just sucking on her magical tits. When I’d slid out of bed and she’d seen the wet spot, she’d smirked, but because she was such a fucking sweetheart, she hadn’t even teased me about it.

But it wasn’t like I was embarrassed. When you experience lust like this, you accept it, no questions asked.

It was my new normal.

I’d fucked my hand twice already thinking about tonight and sliding into her perfect, slick cunt. I’d always prided myself on control, but right now, I had none. And I didn’t want to hurt her by being mad with raging lust when I took her fucking virginity.

I also didn’t want to be a two pump chump for the first time in my life.

She needed to be addicted to what I could do to her after tonight.

She was falling for me…I just needed one more push.

How many more minutes?

Dream Girl: Kevin will probably make me stay all the way up until it’s time for class since the office now resembles a flower store. I can barely see patients when they come up. Thirteen bouquets…really?

It’s my lucky number. It seemed fitting.

Dream Girl: I love them 😍😍😍

I sighed, feeling like a crazed lunatic. She was so fucking perfect.

I thought about that morning. A nice guy would’ve asked if she was sure about what she’d said. But I’d never do that. I wanted her blood all over my dick. I wanted to mark her insides with my cum. I wanted it to be impossible for her not to think about me every fucking second.

My phone buzzed. When it was Ari, I was tempted not to pick up, but I decided he might be able to distract me.

“Dalton fucking broke his leg,” were the first words out of his mouth.

“What?”

“Yeah, the shithead got wasted at some party last night and fell off a balcony…with some puck bunny still attached to his dick.”

Hopefully, there was video…because that shit sounded hilarious. But it also meant we were one man down, with a home game and two road games left before the playoffs even started. Not a great time for me to be distracted out of my fucking mind.

She’d have to come to every game. I’d been thinking about it, and I didn’t know how I was going to convince her to miss three days of life to come out on the road with me. But it was necessary. I wouldn’t be able to do anything but think about what she was doing and worry about her if she wasn’t in the stands.

“Linc?” Ari asked, his tone annoyed.

“Yep. I’m listening.”

“I really want the Cup this year.”

Fuck. So did I. Losing in the Finals last year had killed me.

“Dalton sucked anyway. Not a big loss.”

“It means it’s all on your shoulders to pick up the slack,” he reminded me.

A text came in from Monroe then, reminding me just how much of a distraction she was.

“I’ve got it. It’s our year,” I promised him. But it was a weird thing…hockey had been my whole life since I was a kid…and now, it was feeling more like a side piece. My world revolved around something else now.

Fuck.

“See you tomorrow for weights,” he reminded me before hanging up.

I hurriedly pulled up Monroe’s text, Ari’s phone call already sliding out of my mind.

Dream Girl: Class was canceled tonight. Professor’s sick. See you at 5.

I glanced at the clock. It was 4:30.

Holy fuck, it was on.