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

“Did you have fun tonight, lamm?” Henrik sits at the head of Karolina’s bed, tucking her in, while I lie across the foot of it.

She gives a sleepy nod, still clutching the picture book we bought for her at Deck the Chairs.

“We have a surprise for you tomorrow,” he says.

Her eyes blink open. “What is it?”

He smiles, smoothing her blankets. “You get to take the walking boot off.”

She sits up, the book flopping to the side. “Really?”

“Yep, you’re all healed,” I say, propping my head on my hand as I stretch out on my side. “Are you excited, honey?”

She nods fervently. “Now I can do ballet, and surfing, and ride horses on the beach!”

I laugh, sitting up. “Easy, Supergirl. One thing at a time, okay? First, you gotta prove how strong you are by finishing up your physical therapy. We’re gonna race Morbror in the swimming pool.”

“And school? I can go now?”

Henrik nods. “You start at the new school in January.”

She settles back against her pillows. After a moment, her tired smile turns into a pout.

Henrik brushes her hair back. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll miss Mr. Torres.”

“I thought you didn’t like that he made you learn math,” I tease.

Her pout deepens. “He taught me about the bees. And how the sun makes food for flowers.”

Henrik considers for a moment. “What if we promise to have Mr. Torres over for dinner once a month? That way, he can learn all about your progress at your new school.”

She nods, her pout softening a little. “And Hanna.”

I step around to the head of the bed, placing a hand on Henrik’s shoulder. “What about Hanna, honey?”

She glances between us. “If I don’t have my casts anymore, will Hanna go too?”

I wince, catching Henrik’s eye.

He recovers smoothly, taking her book and exchanging it for Teddy the Bear. “I already spoke with Hanna, and for your birthday, we’re all going to Disney World together.”

Karro squeals with delight, squeezing her bear tight enough to pop him. “Princess makeovers!”

“Oh, girl, just you wait,” I say. “We’re gonna do everything. Every park, plus the water one. Fireworks, animal safaris, all the shows. And Hanna will ride every ride with you. Morbror and I will too.”

I don’t miss the way Henrik’s shoulders stiffen. Or the way Karro looks to him and stifles a giggle. “What?” I glance between them. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Henrik mutters, rising from the bed. At the same time, Karolina shouts, “Morbror is afraid of roller coasters!”

I slowly turn to face him, one brow raised. “Seriously?”

He crosses his arms, defiant in the face of my surprise. “They’re a safety hazard.”

I just shake my head. I did this to myself. I fell in love with a Capricorn and married him. This is my life now. There’s no one else to blame, and there’s definitely no turning back.

I’m standing at the sink shirtless, nearly done with my nighttime hair- and skincare routine, when Henrik steps into the bathroom. He leans against the open door with his arms crossed, looking divine in a low-slung pair of house pants and a fitted grey T-shirt. “All good?” I say, adjusting the elastic band of my head scarf on my forehead. “She still asleep?”

He nods. “Yeah, she’s out like a light.”

“Good.” I rub the last remnants of my loc oil into my palms, warming them with the friction. “How do you feel?”

He raises a brow. “About the custody decision?”

“Obviously.” We walked around in a daze all night, looking at the rest of the decorated lifeguard chairs, playing carnival games, eating tacos from a food truck. Nothing felt real. We were just sort of floating. Then we came home. Now we’re here.

Henrik considers for a moment. “Honestly?”

I pause, setting aside my little jar of under-eye serum. “Yeah, babe. Honesty always.”

His brow furrows as he shrugs. “I suppose it feels a bit anticlimactic.”

“Oh my god, right?” I turn to face him, leaning my hip against the sink. “So anticlimactic. Here I was, making worrying my entire personality. I was starting to dress to match my own frown lines. Like, what am I even supposed to stress about now?”

He chuckles, unfolding his arms and slipping his hands in his pockets. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“I mean, yeah, there are already like five things.” I give a distracted wave of my hand as I turn back to face the mirror. “We have to plan for Christmas and Karro’s new school. We need to get her a backpack, folders, new colored pencils. Then there’s the wedding, our trip to Sweden to see your parents for the bye week …”

As I talk, Henrik crosses the room, stepping in behind me. I’m dabbing my expensive gel serum under each eye with my pinkie as his hands go to my shoulders. I still as he starts to rub circles with his thumbs. I raise a brow at his reflection. “What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”

I smirk, setting the little jar of serum down. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, old man.”

He hums. “Old, am I?”

“Older than me,” I tease. “And, apparently, afraid of rollercoasters?”

Stepping in close, he lowers his face to breathe in my skin, trailing the tip of his nose from my shoulder up the curve of my neck. I fight a shiver, hands dropping to grip the edge of the sink, as his lips press to the point just behind my ear. “Are you afraid I’m not exciting enough for you, mitt hjärta? Married to a boring old Swede who eats oats and drinks his coffee black?”

I shrug, leaning into his touch. “I already fixed the coffee thing.”

He kisses my neck, his hands trailing down my sides. “Did you now?”

“Mhmm. Don’t think I don’t see you reaching for the milk every morning. You like it a little sweet, admit it—” I gasp as he wraps his hand around my neck and jerks my body back against his. “Hen, what—”

Reaching around me, he slaps something down on the vanity. I glance down at what looks like a little black remote. “What’s that?”

“What does it look like?” he says in my ear.

I smile, pressing myself against him. “It looks like a remote. But to what?”

He nips the skin at my shoulder, making me groan. “Try it and see.”

I pick up the remote, wholly distracted by his hands and lips on me. It’s a simple thing with only a few buttons. I press the little On button. Behind me, Henrik jerks, his hands gripping tighter to my shoulders. He mutters a curse in Swedish. Then I hear a faint buzzing. My eyes widen as I stare at him in the mirror. “Babe!”

He groans, stepping in until I feel his erection against my ass.

I gasp again. “Henrik Karlsson, are you wearing a vibrating cock ring?” Spinning around, I cup his crotch. And, yep, there is definitely something wrapped around my man’s junk right now. “Lemme see.”

“Teddy—”

Grabbing the top of his lounge pants, I jerk them down, freeing his cock. It’s half erect, growing harder. There’s a thick ring of black silicone wrapped around the top of his cock and strapped under his balls. The ring buzzes and Henrik grunts, stroking his shaft. “Where the heck did you get it?”

He shrugs. “The internet. Do you not like it?”

I grin up at him. “The question is do you like it. How does it feel?”

“Good,” he mutters. “Tight. Strange.”

I just shake my head, unable to look away.

“What?”

“I am in awe of you, you know that? I never thought I’d see the day Henrik freaking Karlsson would surprise me with a vibrating cock ring.”

He chuckles, stroking his hard cock again. But then he’s grunting, his eyes closing. “I was going to suggest I fuck you while I’m wearing this, but now I feel a bit light in the head.”

Scrambling for the remote, I turn the vibrations off. “Is it too much? Too tight? Do you want it off?” I reach for it, but he grabs my wrists.

“Give me a moment.” He lets out a breath, staring down at the contraption. “Teddy, I want …”

His words trail away, so I twist my arms in his grip until we’re bracing each other’s forearms. “What, babe? You want what?”

He glances up at me, vulnerability in his eyes. I try to read his silence. “Do you want me to top you?” He nods, and I smile, letting out a breath of relief. “Oh, thank god.”

“Why thank god?”

I just laugh. “You know me. My mind will instantly skip, hop, and jump right down into the dark place. I was ready to hear you say you wanted to be alone to play with your new toy.”

“No, I want you with me.”

“You wanna let go,” I intuit.

He nods again.

I smile, leaning in to brush a kiss to his lips. “Don’t even worry, baby. Between that ring on your cock and me riding your ass, you’re gonna come so hard for so long, you’ll think your soul was fucked from your body.”

“Christ,” he mutters.

“You’re gonna have to call in sick tomorrow.”

“Teddy …”

Laughing, I peck his lips again. Then I dart from the bathroom into the bedroom. He follows me out, leaving his pants abandoned on the floor by the sink. It’s my soul that’s gonna leave my body as, in the reflection of our floor-to-ceiling window, I watch him one-handedly tug his shirt off. He drops the shirt to the floor. Then he’s standing naked in our bedroom, my cock ring–adorned Adonis.

“What are you doing?” he says, fisting his shaft.

“I get to play too, right?” Rattling open the bottom drawer of my side table, I pull out two vibrating butt plugs and hold them out to him. “Black or blue?”

His eyes go wide. “Christ, Teddy. You’ll put these inside you?”

I hold out the more bulbous black one. “This is tricky to get in, but it hits the prostate like magic.” I show him the blue one. “But this one vibrates so hard, you feel it in your teeth.”

He hands me the black one.

“Good choice.” I toss the other one back in the drawer and shut it with my foot.

Henrik steps in next to me, peeking over my shoulder. “What else do you have in there?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? Babe, get the lube.”

While Henrik retrieves a bottle of lube from the bathroom, I strip out of my sleep shorts and crawl onto the bed. He comes back in to see me balanced on the edge, knees spread, my own fingers already wet with spit and prodding at my hole.

He crosses quickly to my side. With a hungry groan, he grabs my hips and tips me forward, his mouth descending. He licks and teases, rimming me like that’s the job he gets paid millions to perform. I cry out, fisting the sheets, my erection going from excited to rock fucking hard in moments. “Oh my god.”

I grind into the teasing of his tongue. With his mouth and fingers, he stretches me open. I almost miss it when he tosses the little black remote on the bed. I scramble for it, turning it on. He moans between my cheeks. Hearing the vibrations of his toy has me ready to come. “Get the plug,” I pant. “Babe, lube it up. Put it in.”

He does as he’s told, generously coating the plug before prodding the bulbous end against my stretched hole.

“Fuck, just do it,” I grunt, pushing back against the sting and pressure.

“Look at you.” He strokes my ass cheek with one hand as he presses the toy in deeper. I feel it sink into place and let out a shaky breath. His hands continue to soothe as he kisses his way up my back. “Feel good?”

“Yeah. Feels so fucking good. Babe, turn it on.”

He fumbles with the head of the plug, looking for the On button. Once he finds it, I rock into the sudden sensation. The vibrations shudder through me, warming me up. Henrik strokes his fingers along my taint, pressing up and in against the toy until I’m moaning. “I feel it,” he murmurs. “I feel it inside you.”

I push up with my hands, crawling to the side to make room. “You’re about to feel me inside you. Get on the goddamn bed.”

He drops down next to me. “How do you want me?”

“Are you kidding? You think I’m gonna miss watching a single second of my smoking-hot husband wearing a vibrating cock ring while he gets fucked? On your back. Grab your thighs. Show me what I want.”

He rolls to his side, and I roll with him, getting myself between his spread legs as he stretches out on his back. The black silicone cock ring is stretched tight around his junk, still gently vibrating. His dick looks a shade darker than normal. A vein runs along the underside of his shaft, making it look angry and desperate.

He stretches an arm behind his head, smiling at me. “Better than a roller coaster?”

I can’t contain my cheesy quip. “Baby, you know you’re my favorite fucking ride.” Then I duck down and suck his tip into my mouth, rolling back his foreskin with my hand. I feel the vibrations from the cock ring all down his shaft. I hum, adding my own all-natural sensation to his leaking tip. He curses in Swedish, something I always take as a good sign to continue.

This new angle on my knees changes the press of the plug on my prostate. I grunt, breathing through the delicious feeling of being overly full. Henrik’s hands brush lightly over my head scarf before he grabs my shoulders. “I want you inside me.”

I give the tip of his cock a last lick. Then I look up the length of his naked body, marveling at him all stretched out for me. “You gonna give me what I want?”

Huffing out a heavy breath, he grabs the backs of his gorgeous tree-trunk thighs and does a half curl, rocking back to expose his asshole for me.

“This is what we need a picture of,” I tease, helping him hold the awkward crunch position.

He chokes on a laugh that turns into a groan as I wiggle my lubed fingers against his tight hole.

“Gotta relax if you want me inside you.”

“How can you bear it?” he says through clenched teeth.

“Bear what, baby?”

“The vibration. I want to come so badly.”

“Don’t you fucking dare. Not until I’m inside you. Not until I say.”

“Then hurry the fuck up.”

Holding his gaze, I jam both my lubed fingers up inside him. I work them in and out as I reach for the remote. “You ready?”

“For what?”

I turn up his remote.noveldrama

He rocks into the new vibration pattern. “Teddy—Christ—”

“My middle name is Malik,” I tease.

He wraps his hand around his shaft and gives it a slow pull. “Need to come.”

Being the brat I am, I slap his hand away. “When it’s time for you to come, it will be my hand on your dick, not yours. Now lie back and think about how pretty you’re about to look with my dick up your ass.”

He groans in frustration, his knuckles white as he holds to both his thighs.

“Spread wide, baby. Make room for me.” I have plenty of room, but I just love watching this man do as I say.

He drops his knees wide, opening his legs in a V. I grab a firm pillow and tuck it under his hips, giving him some support. Then I clench hard around my own vibrating plug as I press the tip of my lubed dick between his cheeks. “Bear down,” I pant, holding my dick in place. “Baby, breathe.”

Henrik lets out a deep exhale, and then I slip in. Grabbing his hips, I press in deeper, giving him another two inches. His head tips back, eyes closed, as he takes in the dueling sensations of the vibrating cock ring and my dick in his ass.

This moment should have me reeling too. Between the feel of the thick plug in my ass, my cock buried inside Henrik’s wet heat, and his cock ring humming at the base of my shaft—god, I should be in sensory overload. I should be fraying apart. But all I can do is marvel at my husband. He’s come so far. When this all first started, he flinched when I touched him. Now he’s taking charge, experimenting with toys and letting me take the deepest parts of him. The trust he has in me is staggering.

“Look at me,” I say, sinking in the last few inches. I rock against the cradle of his thighs, letting the base of his vibrating cock ring settle between us.

Henrik’s pretty blue gaze locks on me. I used to look in his eyes and see deep wells of sadness, a loneliness that stretched on with no horizon. Now I see strength and purpose, love and loyalty. His gaze softens as he searches my face. “What, mitt hjärta?”

“I love you.”

It’s the simplest of phrases, spoken so many times, in so many languages. To love means to cherish, to value and adore, to prize above all else. That’s what I feel for Henrik. All that and more. I love him, trust him. I ache to be near him.

He reaches for me with both hands, pulling me between his legs. His strapped cock gets pinned between us as he pulls me down, kissing me. “I love you,” he says against my lips. “My only love. I want you with me always.”

“Always,” I repeat, rocking against him, burying myself in deep, as deep as I can get. “I never want to be parted from you. Love me. Keep me forever.”

“Forever,” he promises, sealing it with a kiss.

We keep whispering sweet lovers’ words as we move together, taking our pleasure in each other. When I feel like I can’t bear it another second, I wrap my hand around his shaft and set him free, whispering, “Come with me.”

Crying out, we come together, awash in gratitude and relief. Nothing has ever felt as good as being in Henrik’s arms. I mean to chase this feeling forever. Loving him, wanting him, trusting him in all things. With Henrik, I am seen. I am loved and cherished.

With Henrik, I am my truest self.