Puck Novels & Stories

Two, slow and deep. Curving just right. I was soaked. So needy I could hardly breathe. “Guess what flavor this is,” he whispered. His wet fingers slid back into my mouth. I tasted myself… and something sweet. “Caramel?” I asked, moaning around his fingers. “Smart girl,” he purred. “Now suck them clean.” I did. Every drop. He watched me from above, one hand wrapped around the headboard, the other dragging the wand from the drawer. “Do you know what comes next?”

Before I could make my way through the door, my jaw tightens with determination, and I turn back to look at them. “Hey, Marlon!” I yell. He is taken aback, and turns around to answer. I gather enough strength in my arm and aim the puck in my hand at his face. I don't think I have ever put more strength into a throw. Being the idiot that he is, Marlon doesn't shift, instead he takes the puck right to his left eye and falls to the ground. I could have sworn that I heard something crack…

Jace's POV ‎ ‎The puck came at me low and fast. Instead of blocking it the right way, I dropped my guard. I let a guy half my speed slam right into me. My shoulder hit the boards hard. The glass rattled. Somebody on the bench swore out loud. ‎ ‎“Whitfield! What the hell was that?” ‎

I screamed, throwing my heavy, padded foam body against the plexiglass right as he passed. Look at the bear, Zeke. He didn't even blink. He just tore past, his eyes locked entirely on the puck. Not a single lick of attention for me. Rejection hurts, but it’s okay, we’re working on it. Suddenly, the horn blared, and the next period kicked off. Within three seconds, a defenseman from the opposing team, a literal human hulk whose mother clearly raised him on a diet of raw bricks, deliberately veered out of his lane. He lowered his shoulder and slammed directly into my Red.

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The black rubber puck had barely touched the center red line before the game turned into an immediate collision. Casper did not look at the defense formation. He did not look at the referee's hand. He launched his broad frame straight across the circle, his steel skates cutting a loud, sharp track into the fresh ice. He brought his carbon stick down with a violent force, striking Christian’s pads before the first whistle could even finish echoing through the speakers. The entire visitor bench erupted into a loud roar.

Enzo had not been good company as he was too busy doing numerous things at once and having to watch me. The thought of Enzo sent a pang of sadness through my body. He wanted to kiss me. He wanted me. But I couldn't give him that. I couldn't love him the way he wanted me too because he was a man. I didn't love men and Enzo…. I couldn't love Enzo because then I would be his secret. The star hockey player fucked men and no matter how progressive people pretended to be and hockey players weren't known for being understanding.

His knuckles were white around the shaft. He still had enough fight left. For now. I dropped the puck between us. It hit the ice with a sharp crack.

"Wait... the game isn't happening on campus?" "No," Zephyr said. "It's an away game just outside Greenville town." "Oh," I muttered, trying to process the logistics. Then, the specific words he used replayed in my head. My head snapped toward him. "Wait... did you just say 'the puck bunny bus'?" Zephyr nodded once. I frowned deeply. "But you literally told me earlier that I am NOT a puck bunny!" "The bus itself is literally called the Puck Bunny Bus," Zephyr explained patiently, a hint of amusement in his tone.

They couldn't hold the puck once it entered our zone. They started rough play, bumping into everyone and trying hard to cause an injury. I knew what was coming. Derek's shoulder brushed against mine as he passed me and whispered, Be careful. I knew that, and I smiled. Violet was watching from the stands, and the last thing I wanted was for her to watch me fall or crumble in a pool of my own blood. like the last time. Marcus and Kingsgrove weren't going to let me off with just a broken rib or a concussion. They were angry, and beasts go for a chunk of meat, not just a bite.