The Pucking Wrong Guy: Chapter 15

Two days later, we had another home game, and I was buzzing from spending the day with Blake as I drove her to the arena. I smiled over at her, and she blushed. I adjusted my dick, trying and failing to keep it down…because she looked so fucking hot wearing my jersey, I was having to remind myself to breathe. I’d painted my number, #24 on her cheeks. She thought it was cute, but I was just trying to be over the top possessive. I’d also made her keep my cum smeared all over her chest from an earlier bout of lovemaking.

It was a win-win for everyone.

She looked too stunning in that jersey. The way it clung to her boobs…I needed to try and include in my next contract that she should get her own penalty box during games just to keep her away from everyone.

Was that a thing? I could certainly try and get Remy to make that a thing. Lincoln would def be on board.

“You’re staring at me,” she murmured, brushing some hair out of her face.

“Can’t help it. You’re too damn pretty. That jersey looks way better on you than it does on me,’ I said, winking.

She blushed.

“You know what, fuck this game,” I growled. “All I really want is to throw you in the backseat and fuck your perfect cunt so I can have the satisfaction of knowing my cum is dripping down your thighs while I play.”

She stared at me, her mouth in a cute little ‘o’ shape because I’d once again shocked her. Blake shifted in her seat and I smiled…she was totally turned on right now.

“Why don’t you do it then, Ari? If you want it so bad,” Blake suddenly challenged.

When I said I almost crashed us into a ditch in shock from the mouth of Blake, little miss sunshine herself. The brakes screeched as I pulled into a parking garage.

I threw the car into park and then jumped out, jogging over to her side and then practically throwing her into the backseat so she was on her hands and knees.

I massaged the globes of her ass through her leggings before I ripped them down. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath so I immediately got the full experience of that perfect pink pussy and that mind blowing, biteable ass.

I bent over her and licked from her cunt to her tight ring, pushing the tip of my tongue into her ass so she started squirming. She was dripping wet, so wet the insides of her thighs were slick. I moved to her clit before fucking into her pussy with two fingers until she was screaming so loud I was afraid someone was going to come over here to make sure she was okay.

“You are fucking incredible,” I growled as I forced myself to pull away. My dick was so hard it could cut glass, and I untucked it from my suit pants and wasted no time in thrusting it into her. I put a knee on the seat so I was crouched over her body, burying myself in the most perfect pussy on earth.

Who fucking cared about hockey? Who fucking cared about anything when I got to have this every day?

I drove into her again and again, chasing the high only she could give me. Her back was arched and she was meeting every thrust, sexy moans filling the car. I slid my thumb down her crack, getting it slick with our combined essence before I popped it into her ass.

She immediately came, screaming my name. Her pussy clenched my cock so tightly I swore I saw stars.

I followed her over the edge, my insides heating and ridiculously intense pleasure soaring through me as I pumped bursts of hot cum into her. I slumped against her body, my suit a mess…everything else sweaty.

“Fuck. You. Are. Perfect,” I growled as I slapped her ass and reluctantly pulled out with a groan. I took a minute to savor the sight of my cum leaking out of her pussy. I gathered it with two fingers and pushed it back into her, and she mewled at the sensation. Giving her one last lick from top to bottom, I moved away, and helped her to adjust her leggings back up because she was all dicked out by the looks of her.

“You’re such a perfect, good girl,” I crooned as I helped her out of the back seat, and she swayed into me, her eyes dazed. Blake fucking loved to be praised.

And I loved praising her.

I helped her into the front seat and buckled her seatbelt before getting back into the car and resuming our journey. I was barely going to make it in time for warmups, but who the fuck cared? I was riding a high I never wanted to come down from. I could spend every second with this girl, and never get tired of it. I would keep her, no matter what.

‘I think I’ve established a new pregame ritual,” I said happily as I nodded my head to one of Olivia Rodrigo’s new songs. Everything on the album was a winner.

“Sex in your backseat?” she mused.

“Yes.” I nodded my head. “It’s necessary for me to even be able to skate, I think.”

“Oh really? That sounds like pretty good sex.”

I held up a hand. “Perfect sex, sunshine. In a perfect cunt. Let’s not downplay it.”

She blushed and ducked her head. “That sounds like a good ritual to me…” she whispered.

I held up a hand to my ear. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Can you say it again?”

She shot me an annoyed look. “I said, that—”

“I can fuck you whenever I want, including before games, during games, and after games? Sounds great. I’m in,” I yelled over her as I pulled into my parking spot at the arena.

She snorted and I gave her a victorious grin. I leaned over and rubbed my nose against hers. “Now tell me I’m your favorite hockey player, Blakey-poo.’

Her eye roll was so intense, I swear they disappeared into her head. That took talent.

“Say it, sunshine…I will stay out here all day.”

“You’re my favorite hockey player, you idiot.”

I brushed a soft kiss against her lips, savoring the taste of her. ‘That’s all I needed to hear, sweetheart. We will work on the “idiot” part. Now let’s go before I get benched.’

Once we were inside, I went to warm up, but my eyes kept drifting back to Blake the entire time. I couldn’t help it.

“Lancaster, you’ve got it bad,” Walker drawled as he came up to where I was leaning on my stick, staring at her longingly.

I sighed like a lovesick puppy. “It’s true.” I glanced at him as he went down into the fucking splits…because goalies were show-offs.

“You have anyone special out there, Disney? A “princess” for “Prince Charming”?”

He scoffed at the nickname, but there was nothing he could do about it. It was his name now.

He should ask Disney for royalties.

“It hasn’t happened yet.”

“Disney royalties?” I mused, turning my head to watch Blake’s ass when she bent down to get something.

“What? Disney royalties?” Walker asked, confused.

“Continue,” I sighed, gesturing with my glove while he did splits the other way.

“My family believes in soulmates. Like, you see a girl and just know…”

I nodded, wondering if I was actually a long lost member of the Davis clan since I too believed in soulmates.

“It’s stupid,” he muttered, frowning at Soto as he missed a practice shot by a mile. “It hasn’t happened for any of my brothers. Hasn’t happened to me. It’s probably not going to happen.”

I hit him on the shoulder as he tried to get up from his stretch. “Cheer up, Walker. I believe in soulmates too. So does Lincoln.”

“Really?” he asked, his eyes excited.

“Yep. And since you’re in the circle of trust—”

“I thought you said there wasn’t a circle of trust.”

I shrugged. “It’s a new thing. ANYWAYS…before you so rudely interrupted me, I was about to tell you that I bet you’ll find your girl.”

He whined. “Can we stop talking about this now?”

I chuckled and shot Blake another look. “Never.”

We’d just started the game when I noticed it…a group of idiotic frat boys sitting behind Blake in the stands, obviously intent on getting her attention.

A spike of jealousy shot through me, which was stupid—she had my cum dripping out of her pussy—but still!

Leaning forward, I squinted, trying to read their lips.

Damn it, I couldn’t make out what they were saying—not that I had ever possessed that skill before—but the idiots were definitely flirting with her. My jaw clenched. I could not play under these conditions.

I turned to one of the staff members hovering behind the bench and flashed my most charming smile. ‘Hey, buddy, you think you could do me a little favor?’

The guy’s eyes widened eagerly, and he nodded his head so hard, he kinda looked like one of those bobbleheads. ‘Yeah, of course, Ari, anything. What do you need?’

I pointed discreetly at the guys attempting to chat up Blake. She was trying to ignore them, but the shitheads were being persistent. Who throws popcorn at a hot girl to get their attention?

Why Ari, a frat boy, of course.

‘See those guys over there? I need you to give them new seats…kick them out if you have to. Got it?’

The staff member grinned and gave me a thumbs-up. ‘Consider it done, Ari.’

With that, he walked over to the guy in the stands, and a tense conversation later, they were being moved elsewhere.

Mission accomplished.

I returned my focus back to the game. I continued to steal glances at Blake though, making sure no one else was trying to swoop in. She was mine, and no one else’s, and I intended to make that abundantly clear, both on and off the ice.

Blake

The game had just begun, and I was settled in my seat, doing my best to follow what was happening on the ice. Hockey was so fast moving—it was hard to keep up. The arena was on fire tonight though. L.A. was facing off against Las Vegas and the fans were going nuts.

Unfortunately I had attracted the attention of some very…persistent guys in the row behind me. No matter what I did, they were not getting the hint I wasn’t interested. They’d been trying to get me to talk to them ever since the puck dropped, and while I’d initially attempted to be polite, their relentlessness was past the point of being annoying.

Something hit the back of my head, and I glanced down to see that they’d thrown some popcorn at me.

Mature guys. I was definitely ready to spread my legs with that move.

Hopefully they hadn’t chewed on it first.

A few minutes passed, and my frustration grew. The Cobras were playing out of their minds, but I was having a tough time getting to enjoy it. The assholes had gotten so aggressive that one of them was in my ear, telling me how hot I was.

Just when I was about to give up and move to another seat, security personnel appeared, flanking the group. My eyes widened as I watched them, and the guys, who had been so vocal just moments ago, now resembled scared little mice.

Security spoke to them sternly, and it didn’t take long for the guys to begrudgingly gather their belongings and follow them away from their seats. I was instantly relieved, and I turned my attention back to the game, glad I could actually pay attention now.

Just a few minutes later however, a Cobras employee, dressed in team gear, took their place. She held up a massive sign, large enough to rival a billboard, and my eyes widened in disbelief as I read the words written on it.

‘Property of Ari Lancaster,’ the sign declared boldly, an arrow pointing downward directly at me.

I blinked, stunned into silence for a moment, before a surprised burst of laughter bubbled up from my chest.

People around us were staring, and I shrunk into my seat, my face on fire with embarrassment.

But also pride…because I wanted to belong to Ari. I was well aware I was the luckiest girl in the world to have him like I did.

A few minutes later, I glanced up at the jumbotron, shocked to see my face up there on the massive screen. The crowd erupted into laughter and cheers at the sight of me and the sign. I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions—embarrassment, amusement, and a strange warmth spreading through me.

I glanced at Ari who was leaning against the glass, pointing at me with both hands, an impish grin on his ridiculously hot face that made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head in disbelief.

A few minutes later, another Cobras employee sat in one of the empty seats behind me, also with the oversized sign. She waved it enthusiastically, drawing my attention away from the game once more. The sign read, ‘I’m serious,” and it had an arrow that pointed to the other sign. She held it high for everyone to see.

This, of course, attracted the camera crew, and I found myself again up on the jumbotron.

This continued through the game…a Cobras employee would come out with a sign that they’d flash above my head, and the jumbotron would flash a shot of me. The signs included such gems as:

‘Ari’s Better Half’

‘Blake’s Got Ari Fever!’

‘No Trespassing: Ari’s Territory’

‘Ari’s Soulmate: Hands Off!’

‘Reserved for Ari’s Queen’

‘Property of #24 Ari Lancaster’

‘Blake’s the Goal, Ari’s the Assist’

‘Ari’s MVP’

‘Warning: She’s Taken’

Ari was obviously determined to keep the spotlight on me, and the crowd seemed to love every moment of it. It was endearing and absurd, and that warm feeling in my chest…it was growing.

With two minutes to go, Ari executed a flawless pass, setting up a potential goal-scoring opportunity for Tommy. The tension in the arena was palpable, the crowd holding its collective breath as the puck soared toward the opposing team’s net.

The shot was taken, and my heart raced. Time seemed to slow down, the fate of the game hanging in the balance. The puck hit the back of the net, and the arena went absolutely insane. Cobras up by one!

As the seconds ticked away, it became clear that the Cobras were going to win. The final buzzer sounded, and the crowd erupted in jubilation. And Ari had one more sign for me…”Ari’s Lucky Charm.”

It was only later, when we were on our way home, the road stretched out before us, that I started to second guess the signs…and the meaning behind them. I felt the heaviness of my unspoken doubts and fears pressing on my chest. The silence that had been comfortable only moments before, was now pregnant with the weight of the questions I needed to ask.

Finally, I found the courage to voice the thoughts that had been haunting my mind. My voice was barely a whisper as I said, ‘Ari, do you ever worry about…about what happened with Clark? That I’ll cheat on you because I cheated on him?’

His eyes remained focused on the road ahead, his profile bathed in the gentle glow of the car’s dashboard. After a moment, he let out a sigh, his voice warm and reassuring. “Not even for a second. And besides…I’d never let you. I’d never let any other man get in the picture.”

His words tried to wash over me like a warm, soothing wave…but there was still a lingering ache…

“My mother cheated on my father and that’s why he went crazy that night,” I whispered. “I found it out after I’d been adopted, found all the articles online.”

“Sunshine, that’s not you.”

“But isn’t it? Because I remember, Dad did all the things you were supposed to. I used to walk in on them dancing in the kitchen, thinking to myself I couldn’t wait to have a love like that. He brought her flowers every week. Treated her like a queen. And she still stabbed him in the back.”

I bit down on my trembling lip. “Isn’t that like what I did to Clark? Hurt a good man?”

I didn’t know why this was coming out now. Maybe it was because I hadn’t been able to apologize to Clark. Maybe it was because, every day, Ari seemed too good to be true. A dream I could never live without.

The car suddenly seemed suffocating, like I was going to pass out if I was trapped in here for one more moment.

“Please pull over,” I gasped, a panic attack fluttering to life, the edges of my vision turning to black.

Ari immediately pulled to the side of the road, and I was jumping out of the car before he’d even stopped all the way, taking in big desperate gulps of air.

Ari’s arms wrapped around me and he held me against his chest.

‘Deep breath, angel, and then exhale slowly. You’re doing great,” he murmured soothingly.

And I was transported to another time, another place, when he’d said those same exact words…

His heart seemed to beat against my back, and somehow, my breaths were able to slow.

Ari slowly turned me in his arms, and then grabbed my chin so I had no choice but to look at him.

‘Let’s get something perfectly fucking clear, sunshine. You didn’t cheat on Clark. You were never supposed to be with him. He was a fucking imposter, holding you back from your destiny. Clark wasn’t your soulmate. You weren’t supposed to be with him. You were always supposed to be with me. No matter the circumstances, I would have found you, stolen you away. It wouldn’t have mattered if you were married with ten fucking kids—I would have made you mine.” His fingers dug into my skin, more intensity in his features than I’d ever seen before. “We were always meant to be together, Blake. No matter what.’

A hiccuped sob burst from my mouth, and he gave me a gentle smile, his thumb tracing delicate patterns on my cheek. ‘Blake,’ he whispered, ‘you’re the love of my fucking life.’

Tears were streaming down my face, my heart beating erratically as his words flowed through me…and remade me.

“You love me?” I whispered. Because I’d heard those words before from a man, but somehow they’d never felt like this.

They’d never felt real.

“You haven’t been listening very good, sunshine. My soul’s been whispering it to you every day.”

His lips crashed into mine, and this kiss was different, better than anything that had come before.

“Say it, baby,” he ordered between drugging, languid kisses.

“I love you,” I said immediately, because there was no point holding back.

Maybe it wasn’t even possible.

The weight that had settled on my chest began to lift, replaced by a profound sense of completeness. Ari’s unwavering faith in our love was a lifeline in the tempest of my insecurities. With him by my side, I could almost believe it was possible to get rid of the shackles of my past.

And as the miles melted away beneath the wheels of the car, the night air seemed to hold the promise of a new beginning.

Ari made love to me all night, whispering I love you a million times until the words were embedded in my skin.

I just hoped it was enough.