Puck You: A Reverse Harem Enemies-to-Lovers Romance (Her Hockey Harem Book 1)

by Mia Wilde

  “Happy, Maddie?” Don purrs in my ear, pinching one of my nipples between his fingers as his lips move soft and tender against my neck.

  I only smile. “Oh, honey. You have no fucking idea.”

  28

  Ash

  Ever since that night of our first game, something’s changed between Madeleine and the rest of us. Sure, she’s still the bitch who’d wrecked our previous seasons—but now, she’s also the reason that we were winning the hell out of this one. And while she’s still got plenty of sassy little comeback and snarky remarks to shoot at us when one of us sets out to annoy her, there’s something kind of sweet about them now, too.

  She wouldn’t be Madeleine Christensen without a little sass and snark, after all. In my mind, every time she calls me an inbred redneck hick now, it’s just how she lets me know she cares.

  “If you boys keep winning at home like this, you’re going to have more fans than you’ll know what to do with,” she tells me as I catch her in the clubhouse one morning after our third at-home win. She’s sitting in the center of the sunken sofa, just a few feet away from the rug where we she gave herself to all of us, reviewing game footage on the big screen. “The Seattle Times has even started reporting on you guys again instead of just listing scores. See?”

  I vaulted the back of the sofa and came crashing down onto the cushion next to her as she slid me a copy of this morning’s paper.

  STORMBREAKERS BREAK BAD LUCK STREAK, the headline reads, BUT CAN THEY BREAK THE QUARTER-FINALS?

  “Well, I’m not complainin’.” I throw an arm around her, cozying up to her nice and close. We all ended up falling asleep on the rug together on the night of our seven-way, and ever since, Madeleine’s started to actually enjoy our lack of regard for her personal space.

  She cuddles in against me, tucking her feet up and pointing to a shot of the crowd from last night. “And look there. You’ve got at least a quarter of the seats filled. That’s something, right?”

  I grin down at her. “You’re doin’ good work, sweetheart. But we want those seats filled to the max, don’t we? Your idea for half-time shootouts with the B-team was good and all, but this week, we’ve got an away game to win if we wanna make the quarter finals. The fans don’t fancy us enough to follow us outside of Seattle yet—and they’re definitely not gonna follow us all the way up to Vancouver.”

  “Mm. Yeah, you’re probably right for once.” She smirks right back up at me. “Guess it has to happen sometimes.”

  “Oh, I think I’ve been right about a lot of things lately, darlin’.” I wink at her, pulling her a little closer. “Especially when it comes to you.”

  “Is that so?” She doesn’t look impressed. “Things like what?”

  “Why doncha let me come over to your place Thursday night and I’ll tell you all about it?” I suggest. “Could help you pack.”

  “Sounds like you’re just looking to get a little one-on-one time with me, Ash.” Madeline’s eyes narrow suspiciously, but her smile doesn’t fade.

  “So what if I am?” I reach over to tilt her chin up toward me with the side of my knuckles. “You’ve had the whole team now, Miss Maddie. Maybe seeing what we’re each like on our own wouldn’t be such a bad idea. You could get to know us each a little better…”

  “And you could get your dick wet,” she finishes for me.

  Mm. Clever girl.

  “Say you will,” I challenge her. “Thursday night. I could even sleep over, if you want.”

  She laughs. “If I don’t kick you out first, you scoundrel. But if you can behave yourself…hmm. Okay. Thursday night sounds good.”

  When I show up to Maddie’s place the night before the big game, the whole apartment is in disarray.

  “Looks like you just ran an entire herd of hefers through here, honey.” I whistle low as I take in the disaster zone just over her shoulder. “You doin’ a little cattle rustlin’ in your spare time?”

  Maddie rolls her eyes as she moves to let me in. “Cattle rustling is your game, isn’t it, Ash? I wouldn’t want to steal your thunder.”

  I scoff. This is the Maddie I remember from before we all went and seduced her pussy wet and her panties off. She still thinks she knows me. Little does she know, she actually doesn’t even have a clue.

  “You know, I was fifteen back when I was arrested for that.” I move through her apartment, casually plucking a bra off the back of Maddie’s couch. It’s lacy, bright red and expensive looking. I can imagine it’d look as good on Maddie as it does off of her. “You ever wonder why a fifteen-year-old would steal fifty head of cattle, or did you just write up the story knowing that it’d sell?”

  Maddie comes over to me, looking curious even as she snatches her bra back from my grasp. “Well, we already know you’re a troublemaker, Ash.” She smirks up at me, batting her eyelashes and pouting slightly with those pretty cocksucking lips of hers. “I’m certainly not surprised that you’ve got a bit of an outlaw streak in you.”

  “Oh, I certainly do,” I assure her, grabbing her by her wrist and pulling her against me. “But you never got my side of that story. Always thought it was a bit of a journalistic misstep, not trying to paint a full picture.”

  “Oh, Ash. Full pictures don’t sell copies of The Shredder.” She pops up on her tiptoes, angling her lips toward mine. “Not unless they’re nudes, anyway.”

  “Interesting.” I wound a hand around her waist, shifting her body even closer to mine. “Almost as interesting as you might find what really happened, actually.”

  “Is that so?” She narrows her eyes, the hazels glinting with inquisition.

  I grin. Maddie Christensen can’t say no to the promise of a good story. Just like that, I know I’ve caught her. Plucking at the bra in her hands again, I back away.

  “It is,” I promise. “But if you want me to spin that particular yarn… I want to see you in that.”

  She only hesitates for a moment, then her smile widens. “Okay. You’re on, Ash.” She dances off to her room, pausing only when she gets to the door. “It comes with a thong and a garter belt too, just so you know.”

  I turn a chair around and let myself slump into it.

  Maddie Christensen in red lace lingerie, giving me a private showing?

  Goddamn. I’ll steal whatever cattle I have to for something as good as that.

  29

  Madeleine

  If someone had told me just a few months ago that I’d be trading stories with Ash McFarlane, the Stormbreakers’ desperado defender, instead of writing them about him, I would’ve laughed in their face. But then again, now that I’ve had all six of the Stormbreakers inside me—and sometimes more than one of them inside me at a time—I guess I’ll believe just about anything now. Even Ash’s tall tales as he tries to set the record straight.

  I slip out of the comfy sweater and leggings that I was wearing to pack my suitcase in and slip into the lingerie Ash has picked out for me. The bra is one of many that I bought for this trip to Toronto, and I can’t even pretend that it wasn’t purchased specifically for Ash’s eyes. I’ve seen the way he looks at me when I wear red. When I’m in burgundy, crimson and wine, I feel like a matador waving a cape at the tall, handsome brown-eyed man waiting for me in my living room.

  As for Ash, from the way he plays hockey to his rough, wild past, he was practically born to play the part of the big strong bull rushing towards me, running me down.

  When I strut back into the living room, striking a pose in my garter belt, thin bra and thong, I relish the way his gaze washes over me. His light brown eyes, the color of moonshine bourbon, widen at the sight of me.

  “Lord have mercy,” he whispers, running his fingers through his thick, sunkissed brown hair. “Well, well, well, Miss Maddie. You can hitch your horse to my fencepost anyday.”

  “I just might,” I tease, stalking toward him nice and slow. He’s wearing worn, faded jeans and a pitch black t-shirt tucked beneath his belt. I smile as I place my bare fee
t between the leather of his cowboy boots, looming over him and enjoying the attention he’s paying me. “If I wasn’t so sure you’d steal it as soon as I have my back turned.”

  “That how it is, huh?” He smirks as he raises his palms up to my hips, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband of my thong then smoothing his hands down my thighs. “You ever think maybe I had a good reason for being such a dirty thief?”

  “Don’t try telling me that you needed those fifty cattle to feed your family.” I place my hands on his shoulders, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “I know the McFarlanes own the second-biggest cattle ranch in all of Texas, Ash. And you’ve got, what? Three big, strong brothers to help manage it all too, don’t you?”

  “Four,” Ash corrects me. “But your guessin’s off, sweetheart.” His grin turns wicked as he lays a sharp, sudden smack against my ass. “Try again.”

  “Ouch,” I purr, rolling my hips at the stinging sensation he’s left on my asscheek. He’s not holding back at all, but somehow, the little spank he just gave me feels good even more than it hurt. “Okay. So you weren’t trying to save McFarlane ranch. Were you…hmm. Trying to get some poor little country girl’s attention? Stealing her family’s cattle so she’d have to come around and collect?”

  Ash lays another smack down on my other asscheek, leaving me yelping…then cooing in pleasure as the heat of the pain spreads from my skin down into my core. God—I didn’t even know I was into that. But as it turns out, I’ve got more to learn from Ash than I’d ever expected.

  “Wrong again, honey.” He hasn’t stopped smiling yet. “All these wrong guesses, your ass is going to be too sore to sit down on the bus tomorrow.”

  “Why don’t you just tell me, then?” I lower myself onto his lap, straddling him on the chair. My pussy is so wet, I can feel it dripping down through the lace of my thong as I rub up against him.

  “What’s in it for me if I do?”

  I draw back, laying a playful little slap against his cheek. “That wasn’t our deal. I put on this lingerie for you. Now, you have to tell me why you did it.”

  “Mm. Maybe I’ve decided you look so damn good in all this red lace that I want to see you out of it again, too.”

  “Maybe you’ll get to.” It’s not like I just accepted Ash’s offer to help me pack because I needed the extra hand—even though, from the state of my apartment right now, obviously I do. “Talk first, though. After…I guess you’ll see if your little story had any affect on me.”

  His brow arches as he considers it for a moment. “Well. Hell, Maddie. You like animals, doncha?”

  I shrugged. “Who doesn’t?” My smile shifts to something a little naughtier. “I like you well enough, don’t I?”

  “Mm. Suppose you do.” He reaches around me, taking my ass in his hands and squeezing tight. “Then you’ll understand why I had to take those cattle off my neighbors hands. Bastard was abusing them—not feeding them, beatin’ on ‘em, treating them like shit. And if there’s one thing I won’t tolerate, it’s people who abuse the things they’re meant to be taking care of.”

  My mouth falls open into a soft little O. From the seriousness in Ash’s voice, I know his story must be true. I just don’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much it’s gotten to me—not just yet.

  Not when I can feel how hard his cock is beneath his jeans, pushing up against my pussy. Not when I’m so desperate for him in this moment, I’m about to tear all his clothes off instead of the other way around.

  “You seem to be okay with roughing me up, Ash,” I tease softly, pouting as I tug at the collar of his t-shirt.

  Slowly, his lips part into a wide, devilish grin. “Then I ought to apologize, Miss Maddie. But don’t you worry. From here on out, sugar…”

  He reaches up to the clasp of my bra, popping it open with a twist of his fingers as his mouth moves to whisper in my ear.

  “I’m gonna take care of you real, real good for now on.”

  30

  Ash

  Maddie’s pussy is purring hotter for me than an overheated engine in the middle of July. And whether she wants to admit it or not, I know my story—the real story—has affected her more than she’s letting on.

  Her tits spring from her bra as I toss it to the floor. I’ve seen these tits pretty often since she started her job with the Stormbreakers, but it amazes me when I realize this is the first time I’ve had them all to myself. I take them into my hands greedily, squeezing tight and pulling her down toward me. When her lips crush against mine, her kiss is just as hungry as the rest of me feels. Forceful, starving, and despite the frantic way her mouth moves against mine, not even a little less sweet for it.

  Damn. She’s really working me over, pressing hard against me and grinding her pussy against the lap of my jeans like she’s hoping she’ll be able to rub her way right through them, and through my boxers to boot. If I’d known she’d be this eager to say sorry once she knew the real story behind my juvenile delinquent days, I would’ve told her the truth long ago.

  This is different from all the other times, when she felt bad about her work with The Shredder because it was making her job harder, or because she was starting to sweeten up on the six of us. This time, it’s raw, personal and all too real.

  I laugh as her fingers scrape against my belt buckle, desperately trying to pull it loose as her teeth sink into my lower lip.

  “No one can say you don’t know how to show a man that you’re sorry, sweetheart.”

  “Oh, Ash, I’m very sorry. Here—” She slips off of me, dropping to her knees. “I’ll show you exactly how sorry I am.”

  The belt comes off and my jeans come open as quick as Maddie’s elegant little fingers can manage. As soon as she shoves the waistband of my boxers down, my cock springs up, hard and thick and towering tall over her.

  “God, you have such a gorgeous cock,” she coos, wrapping my shaft up in her fist immediately. I love the way her fingers can’t even meet her thumb as she tries to hold it all in one hand. Love it even more when she realizes that if she wants to take my whole shaft in her hands, she’ll have to use both of them. “Mm. I fucking love how big you are, Ash.”

  “Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you, darlin?” I smirk as I watch those pretty hazel eyes of hers glimmer up at me before she lowers her mouth to my tip, sucking me between her thick, pillow lips.

  She sucks me nice and hard for a few minutes, closing her eyes like she’s having the time of my life. I can hardly blame her. I’ve gotta close my eyes too, just to try and manage the whirlwind of sensations she sends shooting through my entire body every time she flicks her tongue against my tip.

  “Am I?” she finally asks, pulling up off my dick with a soft little pop!

  I wink down at her. “You tell me.”

  She only grins, laying back on the floor and spreading her knees for me. From this angle, I can see everything. Every inch of her tight, toned body and its perfect curves. The way her hair spreads out around her like a dark halo, all soft waves that smell like that pretty jasmine perfume she wears. Her nipples, dark pink and perfectly hard for me. Her pussy, barely even covered by the thin, sheer fabric of her thong.

  “Maybe you should be the one handling the thickness, then,” she suggests.

  I drop to my knees immediately, grinning back at her like a bastard as I move my mouth to her cunt.

  I lick the fabric over her thong first, taking my time with her. My hot breath teases her clit, washing over her smooth-shaven pussy lips while her honey soaks into the lace of the thong. I can taste her through it, just slightly salty, clean and sweet. But just that quick little taste of it leaves me tearing the thong off of her the very next second.

  “Is that how you take care of your women, Ash?” she sasses up at me as I move to throw the thong aside.

  I smirk, thinking better of it now that she’s sassing me again. “Somethin’ like that, sweetheart.” Before she can stop me, I ball up the red lace in my fis
t and push it into her perfect mouth. That’ll shut her up. As she glares up at me in faux-anger, I laugh. “Shh, darlin’. Just be glad a no-good scoundrel like me isn’t leaving you hog-tied.”

  Now, with Maddie’s pussy completely bared to me, I can really get at it. I scoop her honey up with my tongue, pressing against her entrance and letting the sticky wetness pool on my tastebuds before I move to her clit. The way she howls and moans when I suck it into my mouth, trapping the sensitive, swollen bud with my teeth then lashing out at it with my tongue, nearly pushes me into an orgasm then and there.

  “Sorry, darlin’.” I pull off of her cunt and pump my cock in my fist twice before positioning it against her pussy instead. “As much as I’d love to go down on you until you’re sore from coming so much, this perfect pussy of yours just tastes too damn good.”

  She tries to say something to me, but it’s muffled by the red lace poking out between her lips. I crush my mouth against hers to further stifle the sound, wondering all the while if she can’t taste her honey on that thong. Bet she fuckin’ can—so she should know exactly how bad I need to be inside her now.

  “Remember, sweetheart—you like when I’m an animal.” I snarl that down at her just before I press my cock inside her cunt, giving it to her halfway then withdrawing until she’s only clutched around my tip.

  The next thrust sends me all the way inside her. I can feel myself bottoming out within her, slamming up against her cervix with every thrust. She’s so hot and tight, my balls are aching for release immediately—and as much as I’d like to stretch this moment out, really enjoy it, I just know that any minute, I’m going to explode into her pussy and fill her to the brim with my seed.