Puck Block : A Brother’s Best Friend Hockey Romance (Bexley U)
Puck Block : Chapter 44

Taytum is mine.

She doesn’t know it, and I’m not sure when I’m going to tell her, but this girl is mine.

“Keep doing that,” she tells me, resting further onto my chest. I watch my hand move inside her pants, and it’s so fucking hot that I can’t seem to care that we’re balancing on a dry-rotted piece of plywood.

We could fall to our death in seconds, but it would be a death worth dying for.

“I like the thought of taking care of you,” I admit, pushing another finger inside of her. My thumb rubs her clit achingly slow, and I know it’s driving her nuts. I crave to feel her around my dick again.

“Ford….” she breathes my name out like I’m her lifeline, and I’m obsessed with the thought of being the only guy on this planet that gets to have her.

“I’ve gotta tell you something,” I whisper, pulling on her other earlobe and wishing it was her pussy.

She whimpers and tries to move her hips against my hand. My forearm tightens around her waist to hold her steady because we truly might die if we move too much. “Okay, tell me.” Her back arches, and I’m so infatuated with her body that I want to kiss every single inch of her skin.

“You’re not marrying some fancy doctor.”

“Ah.” Her lungs rush to fill with oxygen, and I creep my mouth over to her neck to trail kisses up all the way to the corner of her mouth. “You’re so good at touching me.”

“That’s because your body was made to be mine.” I rub her clit faster and hook my finger a little further in until I know I hit the spot that she’s been trying to reach. “Which is exactly why you’re going to be my wife someday. Not some doctor who wouldn’t be able to make you come, especially when he sees your parents looking out the kitchen window to replace you.”

“Wait, what?” She tries to sit up, but I don’t let her.

“Do me a favor…” I hit the spot with my finger again, and she bucks against my hand. “Say my name when you come, baby.”

Taytum’s head falls back onto my chest, and her orgasm face is too much for me to handle. I can’t help but plunge my tongue into her hot little mouth. I catch my name falling off her lips, and when she’s done riding my hand, I pull it out and lick it clean–like always.

I button her jeans, and she sits up, freshly finger-fucked and looking at me like she wants to do it again.

My cheek lifts, and I’m in heaven when she puts her hand up to her mouth to hide her laugh.

Something warm settles in my chest that can’t even be taken away when I hear her brother shout her name from their back deck.

“Oh, shit.” Taytum’s smile falls as soon as her hand does.

I shake my head to ease her concern and reach out to gently rub her chin with my thumb. “Do you trust me?”

Her eyes say a thousand different things, but all that matters is that she nods slightly.

“Then let me take care of you. Don’t worry about the money, alright?”

She opens her mouth to say something, but I quickly press it closed.

Emory is closer now, and Taytum and I both look down to the yard when he calls to us. “I know you two aren’t in that unstable treehouse.”

“Wanna come up?” I shout down through the branches. Taytum’s mouth twitches with a hidden smile.

“And die? No thanks.”

Taytum peeks over the edge, and I hold onto her waist so she doesn’t fall. “It’s perfectly stable.”

I snort, and she snaps her eyes to me. I lower my voice so only she can hear me. “Stable enough to withstand some finger-fucking, for sure.”

“You’re terrible,” she hisses.

“And you’re terribly addicting,” I counter.

She looks at me long and hard but pulls away when there’s a cluster of snapping twigs from below. “Get down here, you guys!” Emory shouts.

Taytum tenses. “I’m only coming down if you promise not to threaten to quit hockey to pay for my medication. That’s absurd. You’re the best goalie in your division.”

“I know I am.” Taytum rolls her eyes at her brother’s arrogance. “But fine, you have my word. I’m not quitting. Just get down here before you leave Mom and Dad another medical bill.”

Taytum shouts as she crawls over to the ladder. “Oh, fuck off, Emory. You’re not funny.”

“Ford thinks I’m funny, don’t you?”

Taytum raises her perfectly arched eyebrow in a challenge, and I can’t help but show off my straight teeth with a cocky smile. “I admit…that was a good joke.”

The glare I get from Taytum sends me reeling with excitement. I follow after her and Emory as we all head back through the yard and into the house. I grab onto Taytum’s hand at the very last second, before we are met with her parents’ concern, and give it a slight squeeze.

“It’s going to be fine.”

She looks forward, and I stare at the side of her delicate cheek.

“You said you trusted me, so prove it, yeah?”

Our gazes meet in the middle, and I silently beg her to let me in.

She slowly lets go of my hand, but I don’t miss the way her eyes fall to my mouth or the quick nod of her head as we walk into the kitchen.

I’m going to fix this, and then I’m going to make her mine.

The number of times I’ve lain in this exact bed and fantasized about Emory’s sister is something I always said I’d take to my grave, but now that I’ve actually touched her, there is no way I can lie here for another second without having her.

Emory took entirely too long to fall asleep.

I ball up another tissue and throw it at his face, wondering if he’ll stir again or if he’s actually fully asleep.

The little white ball flies through the air and lands on his closed eyelid. I hold my breath and wait to see if he brushes it off his face or if he stays still. My stomach fills with relief when he doesn’t stir, and I slowly slide out of bed, making my way to his side of the room. There are fourteen crinkly tissues on the floor in between our beds that I quickly brush into one big pile and shove under his.

Mary-Ann will replace those eventually and probably think they’re under there from him beating off, which is just an added bonus. I laugh silently and walk over to our closed bedroom door with my blood full of wild anticipation.

After Taytum, Emory, and I made it back into the kitchen where the news was spilled about the Olsons selling their house, my aunt put her foot down and demanded we talk about anything other than Taytum’s diabetes and her parents’ finances.

When I gave her a hug goodbye after dinner, I whispered my gratitude in her ear, and she squeezed me extra tight. But I got a text from her shortly after I lay in bed that I can’t get out of my head.

I know what you’re planning. I don’t think it’s a good idea, but if you’re willing to do it for her, then I was right all along about you two.

The thought makes me tense, but I know as soon as I’m with Taytum, the dread will disappear, and I’ll quickly be reminded of my reason why.

I pause when the door latches behind me. My hands go up like I’ve been caught robbing a bank, but after a few long seconds no one comes to question what I’m doing in the hallway at one in the morning with my heart racing out of my chest.

Her bedroom door is only a few yards away, and I keep my sights set on it, as if it’s going to disappear into thin air. My fingers tremble when I grip the doorknob, and I’m flooded with fear that someone is going to see me sneaking into her room in the middle of the night.

It feels an awful lot like I’m crossing some imaginary line, but I can’t replace it in me to care. I also can’t, for the life of me, remember all the reasons it was a bad idea to sleep with my best friend’s sister behind his back.

Not when she’s this close to being in my hands again.

The door unlatches, and my chest loosens.

My eyes quickly adjust to her dark room, and I replace her on the bed. The faint glow from the night sky shows off each and every curve begging for my attention. I lock the door with a single flick of my thumb and sink onto her bed.

Her sleepy sigh does something to my dick, and I wrap my hand around her waist to pull her in closer. She nestles into my chest, and I brush away her blonde strands to give way to her ear. “How could you sleep knowing that I was just two doors down, thinking about all the ways I wanted to touch you?” My voice is so low the sound is unrestrained, which is pretty on par.

“Who said I was asleep?” she asks.

I follow her quick movement like a lost puppy when she pulls herself up and leans her head on her palm. Her smile is mostly concealed by the dark, but it doesn’t matter–I’d know that flirty tone anywhere.

“Were you waiting for me?” I ask, trailing my finger over the curve of her cheek.

“See for yourself.”

What?

Words lodge in my throat the moment she grabs my wrist and shoves my hand under the covers. She places it right between her legs, and…fuck me. She’s bare and soaked.

“Taytum Elizabeth…” I chide, rubbing my fingers through her wetness. My God. “Were you touching yourself while you waited for me to sneak into your bedroom?”

My dick is so hard it hurts. The things I want to do to her are dirty and ruthless. I want to fuck her in every position, make her scream my name, and watch her come over and over again until the end of time.

I have never demanded a girl say my name while she came before Taytum, but all I want to hear is my name falling from her mouth.

Taytum moves against my hand, and I can’t stop picturing her touching herself underneath the covers while she waited for me. It’s so hot I might make her do it again, just so I can watch.

“I actually wasn’t touching myself,” she shyly admits.

My hand stops, and I try to make my eyes adjust in the darkness so I can see her better. “You weren’t?”

“No.” Her mouth comes closer to mine, and it takes everything in me not to kiss her.

“Are you saying that you are this wet from the thought of me coming in here?”

I am going to mark every part of her body in her childhood bed, because I have zero willpower. I always thought that the older I became, the more controlled I’d become, but that was completely obliterated by Taytum and her hot little kiss.

Her sweet breath brushes against my lips, and I’m a goner.

“If I say yes, will you stay?”

I chuckle against her mouth. “I’d stay even if you said no.”