Pucking Strong: An MM Workplace Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 4)

After about fifteen minutes of silent driving down the A1A, Henrik pulls off onto a dark sandy road that looks like it leads right into a damn sand dune.

I sit up in my seat, looking around. “Babe, driving on the dunes is all kinds of illegal.”

The car takes a sharp turn around a row of low palm trees, and then we’re in a small, six-car parking lot, all but tucked away from the main road. Ours is the only car here. The Porsche’s headlights gleam on a large sign at the end of the lot that clearly states there’s no parking after dark.

“Babe, we can’t park here—”

“Get out.” Henrik turns off the car, opens his door, and steps out.

I have no choice but to scramble out after him. I stand next to the car, breathing in the crisp beach air. It’s salty and a little sweet, with just a hint of brine. I look up, spying all the stars overhead. “Man, it’s beautiful out here,” I say, still looking around. “How did you even know about this place?”

Henrik steps around the front of the car and pulls me to him, taking me with another rough kiss. I melt against him, arms going around his neck. His kisses are fevered and claiming. He nips with his teeth, all but bending me back until I’m pressed up against the side of the car.

“Hen—”

“I heard you.”

I search his face by the light of the stars, hands brushing down his chest. “Heard what?”

“In the hallway. With him. I heard what you said.”

My mind races as I think back through all the horrible things that were said. Corey was the drunk asshole, but it certainly wasn’t my finest moment either. I grimace. “Which part?”

Henrik leans in, his hips pressing against mine. “The part where he called me a clumsy Swedish asshole.”

My heart skips a beat as he lowers his hands to the top of my athletic pants. “Henrik …”

“What did you say, Teddy?”

I lick my lips, my breathing shallow as he slips a hand inside my pants, stroking my dick over my briefs. I groan, bracing him by the arms. “Oh, fuck.”

His thumb presses over my head until my precum makes a little wet spot I know he can feel through the briefs. He hums his approval. “I’m waiting.”

“I said …” My mind is reeling, too distracted by his proximity, the feel of his hands on me. I can never think when he’s touching me. “Fuck, I think I said if he talked shit about you again, I’d do worse than hit him.”

He smiles, giving my dick another teasing squeeze. “And if he touched you? What then?”

I swallow the nerves sitting high in my throat, holding his fiery gaze. Oh, this is so fucking happening. Feeling bold, I wrap my hand around his wrist, keeping his hand in my pants. “I told him I’d run him over in your car and let you fuck me on the hood.”

His gaze is equal parts proud and triumphant. I feel awash in the glow of his approval. “He called you my boyfriend.”

I fight a growl, my grip on his wrist tightening. “We’re not boys, and you’re not my friend. You are mine, Henrik. Flesh of my flesh, and bone of my bone. I mean to pass through this life as your other half.”

He nods, his smile tender and beautiful as a fucking sunrise. “Two halves made whole.”

I sigh, my forehead dropping to the middle of his chest.

“What do you need?” His free hand strokes my shoulder as his thumb circles the tip of my dick again, making me twitch. “Say it.”

Leaning away, I hold his gaze, hoping he can see how desperate I am, how needy for him. “Make us whole? Right here. God, baby, this time I’m the one begging for it.” I work both hands up under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin against my palms.

His smile falls, and my hands stop their caressing. “You knew he was there tonight. You knew he was watching you.”

My heart stops and the words to an apology are on the tip of my tongue. It takes everything in me to swallow them back. The old Teddy would have fallen over himself to smooth it over, make it right. Even in the car, I was ready to apologize. But in Henrik’s arms, I am remade. He makes me feel confident and in control. With him, I am my truest self. With him, I trust myself. No compromises, no making myself smaller.

Squaring my shoulders, I hold his gaze. “I won’t apologize, because I’ve done nothing wrong. His shitty, drunken behavior is his own problem. And I told you he means less than nothing to me.” I cup Henrik’s face, desperate for him to see me in that way only he can. “I would never risk what we have. Not ever. Do you believe me?”

His gaze is molten as he tips his chin, kissing my palm. “I believe you, mitt hjärta. There is only me for you.”

At his endearment, I groan with relief, sinking against him. “God, baby, yes.” I cling to him with both hands, seeking a kiss. He obliges, his lips warm and inviting. I feel fevered, like I’m suddenly crawling out of my own skin.

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you to touch me everywhere he tried to touch me. Burn his memory from my skin—”

He swallows my plea with another heady kiss. Mouths open, we devour. Gone is all finesse. Like twin fires, we burn. His hands are everywhere, touching every part of me. Our kisses turn into mutual panting as we fight to get closer, pulling at our clothes.

“You’re mine,” he growls against my lips. “My Teddy, my pure heart.”

“Yes,” I chant, jerking my athletic pants down. “Yours.” I don’t care that my bare ass is pressed against the side of his Porsche. I just need my dick out. The cool air is a relief against the fire in my blood. I’m gasping, fisting his hair tight, shoving him to his knees. “Suck me. Suck my dick. Baby, please.”

My man goes so willingly. He drops to the gravel with a hungry groan and grabs me by the hips, sucking my hard length to the back of his throat.

“Fuck!” I tip my head back, lost to the sensation of him pleasuring me. His mouth is so warm and wet, his beard bristling against my sensitive skin. I weave my fingers into his thick hair, gripping tight. He likes a little roughness, likes when I guide and pull. When I start to rock with my hips, fucking his face in earnest, I’m rewarded with the most perfect humming moan that vibrates down my shaft and licks like fire up into my chest.

Oh god, I’m gonna come.

The stars blink overhead. Just beyond the dune, the ocean laps at the sand. Too many cadences at once—my racing heart, the lull of the waves, Henrik sucking and bobbing on my dick like he’s trying to win a goddamn medal. He reaches a hand between my legs, his fingers brushing along my taint, and I buck into his mouth. “Oh, fuck!”

I feel like a desperate teen about to get caught. I mean, we are out in the open, exposed to the wilds. My god, I think there are pumas in this part of Florida. And another car could come along at any moment. I hear them rushing past out on the highway. I see the flicker of their headlights through the fronds of the shrubby palms.

We should stop. We have a perfectly good bed at home where there’s no risk of getting caught—

Henrik pops off my cock and stands, panting for breath. Grabbing my arm, he tugs me over to the front of the Porsche. “Turn around,” he growls. “Hands on the hood.”

Gazing up at him like he’s the answer to every unsolved problem of the universe, I smile. “Make me.”

He blinks twice, translating both the words and my intention. Then he lunges. An excited laugh bursts out of me as he grabs me around the middle and turns me to face the car, shoving my shoulders down. I’m practically preening as my husband bends me over the hood of his sexy sports car, my hands splayed against the sleek blue paint.

I’m so full of my own gloating, I don’t even register the first slap. A surprise gasp escapes my lips as I rock forward. Then I feel the sharp, nettling sting on my ass cheek. Eyes wide, I glance over my shoulder.

My husband looks just as surprised. Slowly, he shakes his head. “Teddy, I—”

“Oh fuck, baby, do it again.”

His eyes flash, his split second of panic replaced once more with need. Groaning low in his throat, he slaps my ass again. Hard. It stings like a motherfucker, even as it makes my cock twitch and drip. I can’t help but grab it, giving it a stroke. God, it’s still wet from his mouth.

“Don’t come until I say,” he commands. “I’m not nearly done with you.”

Whimpering, I rock into Henrik’s touch as he massages my ass cheeks, giving each a firm caress. “Baby, please, I want you inside me. Fuck me. Want your cock—ah—” I choke back a laugh as he slaps me again, this time on the other cheek.

Folding himself over me, he wraps a hand around my throat, pulling me up until my back is flush with his chest. “You’ll take what I give you,” he growls in my ear, nipping the lobe until I hiss. “I’ll fill your ass with my cum when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before. Rush me, and we’ll end the night here.”

I flex my hands on the hood of his car. “Flash was wrong earlier. You’re not the ‘daddy’ type. But clearly, spanking is on the table. Which, thank fucking god.”

He raises a brow. “You really like it?”

“Getting spanked? Fuck yes. Baby, it’s so hot. I like getting choked too, but we can work our way up to that. When you really feel like having some fun, you can chase me.” At the flash in his eyes, I crow inside. “Oh yeah, look at you. I bet you’re dripping at that, aren’t you?” Being the brat I am, I rock back with my hips, pressing my bare ass against his crotch. “Imagine getting to chase me, pin me down, and fuck my brains out like we’re two wild animals—”

Growling, he slams forward with his hips, rubbing his hard cock against my ass cheek as he pushes down on my shoulders. “Stop trying to distract me. You don’t want me to fuck you on the hood this car?”

“I do,” I cry, turning back to face the windshield. “Fuck, baby, I do. God, anything. I’m yours.” I’m a mumbling mess as he finally undoes his belt. He’s still in his game-day suit, just without the jacket and tie, shirtsleeves rolled up.

“Do I need to stretch you out first?”

I would answer him, but he’s got his hard dick in his hand, tapping it against my ass cheek, so my brain is putting all its effort into standing right now.

“I have lube,” he goes on.

I blink, glancing over my shoulder. “Wait, seriously?”

He fishes a little packet of lube from his pocket, holding it up.

I smile, feeling all warm and floaty. “Well, aren’t you Mr. Prepared? Eagerly anticipating a beachside fuck, are we?”

He just shrugs. “The guys put a hundred pack of these in my locker as a joke shortly after our wedding.”

“Look who’s laughing now.” My mirth settles as I sense the barest hint of his unease. He’s still pretty new at this. “You won’t hurt me,” I assure him. “I trust you. Make me feel so good, like only you can.”

Turning around, I’m content to watch our shadowy reflections in the windshield. I hear the soft crick as Henrik opens the lube packet, then I’m gasping at the feel of his slick fingers pressing in at my asshole. Huffing out a breath, I let myself sink into a cozy little sub space. Henrik is in control now. He’ll take such good care of me.

He presses in with two fingers, stretching me open. “You’re so tight, mitt hjärta.”

The burn of that first stretch has my dick twitching. I moan, rocking back against his hand. “You’ll fit. Please, baby, give me your cock. God, I need it.”

His fingers slip out as he mutters a soft curse in Swedish. Then he’s fisting his thick shaft, letting it glide slick and heavy between my cheeks. We both groan as his tip breaches my tight outer ring of muscle.

“Slow,” I say on a breath.

He holds my hips tight enough to bruise as he rocks against me, stretching me with each thrust. Every inch of him I take has me feeling more anxious and breathless. I need to come. That’s what this is. The anticipation is killing me. I need him to unleash himself on me—use me, fill me, tear me apart.

“I can’t,” he pants.

I hold still, trying to search his face in our reflection. “What is it? Talk to me.”

“Can’t bear it,” he grits out. “Need to come.”

I smile, triumphant. “Baby, look at me.”

He grunts, looking down at where we’re joined. “God, help me.”

“Look at me,” I press. “In the windshield. Look at my reflection.”

He glances up, seeing the shadows of us reflected by the moon and stars above. His hands on my hips soften their crushing hold.

“There you are,” I say with a smile. “Just breathe for a sec. Keep looking at me and breathe.”

Slowly, he begins to thrust again. I can hardly bear the pleasure of being filled so full. I brace against the hood of the Porsche with both hands as he sinks all the way. Tension coils in my gut as my own urge to come presses in on me.

“You’re in control,” I pant, moving my hips against him. “No one comes until you say. Just take me. Take your pleasure from me. God, take anything.”

With a desperate groan, Henrik wraps his hands around me, bracing against my chest. I feel his warm breath at my ear as he pants. “You feel so good, min kärlek. I can’t bear it.”

I tip my head back, exposing my neck to his lips as he fucks me in earnest. Our hips slap together as he claims me over and over. Deeper. Harder. His hand grips tightly to my shoulder, then he’s rocking back on a shout. Oh god, he’s fucking pounding me, and I can’t get enough. His energy is so chaotic and beautiful.

Speaking of chaos, I feel like a lit fuse, seconds away from detonation. The spark is sizzling closer and closer to the pile of TNT that is my waiting orgasm. My fingers are tingling, balls twitching. He’s not even touching my dick yet. When he does, it’s all over. “Henrik!”

His hand shifts from my shoulder to around my neck. Then he’s pulling me back, the pressure at my neck firm. My hands wrap around to reach any part of him I can. I pull on his shirt, his hair, seeking any purchase.

“Touch yourself,” he commands. “Pinch your nipples.”

“Oh fuck.” Breathless and trembling, I brush my hands down my chest, rubbing my thumbs over the fabric of my shirt. My nipples are peaked beneath the fabric.

Then his hand is gone from my neck, and he’s clawing my shirt up my torso and off, tugging it over my head. I feel like I’m free-falling, arms in the air, pinned by the calves to the Porsche as he keeps his dick buried inside me. He tosses the shirt into the dirt and pulls out of me.

Gasping for air, I fall forward, catching myself with my hands on the hood. My pants are wrapped around my knees, keeping me trapped.

“Off,” he commands. “Take them off.”

I’m dizzy with lust. God, he’s fucked the sense right out of me. “My pants? You want me buck naked where any passing pelican can see me?”

“I want you spread wider,” he growls in my ear. “I want to get deeper.”

Swallowing an eager whimper, I kick off my left shoe, tugging my knee up until it comes free of my pant leg. Then Henrik grabs my thigh and spreads me wider, bending me forward back over the hood of his goddamn Porsche. My left knee balances on the sleek surface, fingers of both hands splayed. I cry out as Henrik buries himself to the hilt inside me. “Fuck, fuck—”

He begins to thrust again, his hands on my hips jerking me back and back. He sinks deeper and we both moan. The glide of his cock against my prostate has me squirming. Forget the box of TNT. Forget Icarus shooting towards the sun. I’m a fucking meteor. There’s no stopping this. I told Henrik he was in control, but nothing will stop me coming now.

“Henrik—” I chant his name, my own prayer.

His hand snakes around my hip, and he finally takes my dick in hand, stroking it from root to tip. “Come for me, mitt hjärta. Fill my hand.”

His permission unleashes me. Clenching tight on the dick in my ass, I roll with my hips, thrusting my hard shaft into his lubed fist, once, twice. My orgasm overtakes me, and I’m coming on a garbled shout. My warm release fills his hand as he strokes me hard, making a sticky mess all over my shaft that drips down from my balls onto the hood of the car.

Taking his cum-soaked hand, Henrik roughly grabs my chin, twisting his hold on me to sink two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”

Groaning, I lick and suck my jizz from his fingers, crying out when he finally unleashes inside me. His hot cum fills me and he rocks against my ass, keeping himself buried deep, slowly thrusting as he rides out the last cresting wave of his orgasm.noveldrama

My jaw hurts, my arms are shaking, and my asshole has its own heartbeat from the pounding it just took. But I feel so happy, and so incredibly full. Henrik’s dick slips out of me, his cum leaking down my thighs. He pulls me to him, turning me around to wrap me in a hug. I cling to him, my face pressed to his shoulder. I don’t care that I’m naked with only one shoe, my pants twisted around my ankle. I’m Henrik’s. Claimed, body and soul. Nothing else matters.

I pull away just long enough to kiss him. “I love you,” I whisper against his lips. “Henrik, baby, I love you so much.”

He smiles down at me, his hands moving all over me, soothing every ache and pain. He cups my cheek, and I know this is the moment. He’s finally going to say it, my man of few words. But these are words we both need. God, how I’ve waited for them. “Teddy, I—”

He goes tense. Then he curses in Swedish, spinning me around to block me with his body. I see the bright headlights before I hear the crunching of the gravel under tires. “Oh, fuck!”

“Stay behind me,” he shouts, tucking his dick back in his pants.

“Babe—I only have one shoe!” And my pants are inside out at my ankle. And I have no shirt. But I’ll be fucked if I let whoever’s in that car get a shot of me hopping around on one foot with my dick flapping in the wind, trying to get my pants to go outside in.

A big SUV rolls to a stop at the mouth of the parking lot, blasting rock music, headlights shining. I feel like an idiot hiding behind Henrik, both my hands on his shoulders. He stands before me, shirt ripped open, pants unbuttoned. At least his dick is tucked away. He lifts a hand, guarding his eyes from the sharp glare. He’s so tense, ready to slay this steel dragon for me.

The music cuts, and the passenger door opens. Someone pops out the side, standing on the rails. A wolf-whistle cuts over the sound of the roaring engine. “Hey, Karlsson! Hey, Ted! Having fun there, fellas?”

I relax, stifling a laugh. It’s Chris Woodson, Henrik’s teammate.

“Fuck, Woody,” Henrik shouts. “Cut the goddamn headlights.”

“Nah, we’ll head back out,” he calls back with a wave. “Leave you two lovebirds at it. Jake just wanted to make sure you weren’t out here burying bodies or some shit.”

“Wait, we?” I shout. “Who the hell is we?”

“Paulie’s driving,” he calls back as Paulie taps the horn. “And we brought Flash, Bouche, and DeGraw just in case.”

Someone waves out the other window. “Hey, Ted!”

Yep, I think that’s Hunter.

Fucking perfect.

“How did you even know where to find us?” Henrik shouts.

“Phone GPS,” Woody calls back. “Jake has us all linked, remember? You two have fun!”

“Don’t get caught,” one of the guys yells from the back seat. “You know … again!”

Woody slips back into the SUV, and the rock music blasts up again. Paulie whips them around in a tight circle. Then they shoot back out onto the beach highway in a crunch of gravel, leaving Henrik and I standing here breathless, mostly naked, and covered in cum.

I give Henrik’s shoulder a squeeze. “Any chance of them ever letting us live this down?”

Henrik shakes his head. “No. Never.”

It only takes a moment before we’re both cracking up, laughing so hard we cry, as we find the rest of my discarded clothes, stumble back into the Porsche, and race away from the scene of our first crime.