All Chapters of Pucking Forbidden Claim: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Kade POVRook is staring at me, and I’m not sure why. “You knew?” I ask.“Yeah, don’t shout I fucking forgot because of everything.”I’m not about to shout. It’s not his fault, I wasn’t there so he couldn’t tell me.“I’m not about to shout, I just don’t get why you let her stay.”Turning, he faces me more. “I wasn’t going to, but everyone looked at me like I was heartless. She’s dying Kade, and had I sent her away without you knowing it wouldn’t have gone down well.”I nod and look out of the window. How have I fucked up so much? When did it get to a point where if I make a move on him, it’s something calculated and meaning more is happening?When did things turn to shit? I push to figure it out and I hate it because the more I focus, the more I realise I’ve pushed Rook out for years, it began

Rook POVI don’t think I’ve ever seen Kade like this, not once.Not when he came home hurt from that fight my dad forced him into, not when things with work went to shit, not even when he was exhausted and running on nothing but adrenaline. He always had control, always held himself together, always showed only what he wanted people to see.Kade doesn’t break. He gets angry, he gets cocky, he gets jealous, but he never lets himself be sad. He’s never cried, not in the five years I’ve been married to him. Not even once. I can't remember a time before that when he has either.Now, he’s falling apart in my arms, his body shaking, his is breathing ragged, as his hands grip at my shirt like he doesn’t know how to let go.I hold him tighter, keeping him pressed against me, my fingers still buried in his hair. He fought me at first, tried to pull away, tried to convince himself he didn’t deserve this, but I

Rook POVKade’s fingers move to undo the rest of my buttons, and I lift my hips to help him slide my trousers down. His eyes never leave mine, and I can see the fire in them. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me.His hand wraps around my cock and I shudder at the touch, my body betraying my earlier reservations. He smirks, knowing he’s won this round, and leans in to press a kiss to my neck. The sensation of his lips on my skin sends a thrill down my spine, and I can’t help but let out a low moan.Kade takes this as encouragement and continues to explore my body with his mouth. His tongue traces a path along my collarbone, and I can feel my resolve weakening with every passing second. I try to remind myself that this isn’t the right time, that we have more important things to focus on, but it’s hard to think straight when Kade is making me feel this good.He drops to his knees in front of me and I can feel his hot breath on my cock, and I know what’s

Kade POV“If I handle my shit, me, not you, because it’s me fucking things up, then we come back to the conversation in six months.”He groans. “Six months?”“You’re acting like it’s years.”He nods quickly. “In Rook time, that is years.”“Rook time? What are you now, a fucking dog?” I laugh, and he nods without hesitation.“If it works for them, it works for me!”“You’re delusional. Do you agree or not?” I look at him, waiting.Chewing his lip, he tilts his head before finally nodding. “Deal. Six months, and we get a kid.”“No, that is not what I fucking said.” I glare at him.“Would you even know if I did it without you?” He smirks.I glare harder. “The screaming baby when I came home would be proof you had. Six months, and we talk.”His grin widens, but at least he doesn’t argue. Instead, he stretches out in his seat, looking far too pleased with himself.I narrow my eyes. “You’re not going

Rook POVMaybe this trip really is what we needed and maybe, for once, we can actually just be.Dinner is easy. The kind of normal we don’t usually get. We order, we eat, and we talk. Actually talk, without me feeling like I have to pry every word out of him.At some point, the conversation shifts to hockey. It’s familiar territory, something we’ve always been able to talk about no matter how much shit was going on.Kade twirls the last bite of pasta on his fork, glancing up at me. “So, how pissed were you when I didn’t show up for the game?”I scoff. “How pissed? I was fucking livid. Thought about hunting your ass down and dragging you onto the ice myself.”He smirks. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve manhandled me.”Rolling my eyes, I groan. “Don’t try and turn this into something else. You left me to deal with a fucking rookie.”Kade c