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  “No.” Brooklyn moaned.

  “Yes. Come on.” I said. “If you don’t get up right now and get ready, I’ll tell Colin that you had that dream about—”

  Brooklyn threw a pillow at my head stopping my words. “Fine, you bitch.” She said standing and walking to her closet.

  “Your brother is downstairs,” I said.

  “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell you he’d be here.” She said turning around and bending backward out of her closet so I could hear her.

  “How long is he staying this time?” I asked, annoyed and blushing.

  “He’s moving back home.” She said, nervously. “You remember he was living with that girl?”

  “Yeah,” I said feeling some crazy emotions radiating from my core.

  “Well, she broke up with him. He’s looking for something but wants to find the perfect place. He doesn’t know if his contract will get renewed with the Knights. So I guess he’s just trying to keep his options open.” She said. “I think he’s waiting until he gets the word.”

  Of course, they would renew it. Nix was one of the top scoring NHL players in New York—heck, int the Northeast. He was also my childhood crush, my only crush ever, and the only boy that’s never shown one smidgen it of interest. Ugh, why can’t I just forget about him?

  I’d been asked out before winter break by Bryon Platton. He was on our varsity football team. I had said yes. But I wasn’t feeling it. I was just trying to figure out if I could move past my crush and not compare everyone to Nix. Bryon and I have only been on two dates. He’s been away at his grandparents' house since before Christmas. Rumor has it that his parents decided to go on a trial separation and they didn’t want Bryon around for the fallout. There’s been a lot of divorces this year with our graduating class. I just wish my parents had been part of that statistic. They needed to separate. Every time they called to talk to me, I could hear the anger toward each other in their voices. They argue and yell and only call to hurt the other. And I can’t even hit ignore anymore because they turn that anger onto me.

  “Why wouldn’t he get a new contract with them?” I asked.

  “There’s been some talk about a trade. He’s been getting some attention.” Brooklyn said.

  “Oh.” I murmured.

  “I’m ready.” She said in sing-song as she jumped out of her closet with a ta-da motion in jeans and an old T-shirt that said BAZINGA—her normal go to. Nothing fancy or sexy. She didn’t care. She just wanted to get finished with high school without any entanglements. I, however, wanted one—Nix. I’ve wanted him since I was six and he held my hand after I scraped my knee falling off my bike.

  I laughed at her silliness, and we went downstairs to my car to go to school. I’ve saved enough money at this point for an old Civic to get to school and my part-time job after school. I worked in a library for four hours three days a week and six hours on Saturday.

  “You girls need a ride to school?” Nix asked not looking at us.

  “God, no!” Brooklyn snapped. “I don’t want to be swarmed trying to get to class.”

  Nix chuckled. But I could tell it bothered him not to be able to do simple things for his family. Mama Drayden won’t even send him to the grocery store unless she can’t get there herself. It’s only when she absolutely needs him to do it that she even asks. He’s too well known at this point. He has to wear a hat and sunglasses everywhere he went.

  He avoided eye contact with me. Only looking at Brooklyn. I figured it was because of his last time home. Before the hockey season started, he stayed with his parents for about two weeks. He only ended up staying for the one week because he couldn’t bear the thought of what happened. I was just getting out of the shower, and Nix walked in on me. I was completely naked and embarrassed. I tried to cover up, but it wasn’t before he got a good look at everything. He stumbled out of the bathroom and tripped falling into the hall table and giving himself a black eye. I wrapped a towel around myself and ran past him to my room. He had left by the end of the day without an explanation.

  Brooklyn and I went out to my car, and I drove us to school. I worried about living with Nix for the next six hours while I was at school. My stomach was tossing and turning. What was I going to do? I wasn’t going to make it through.

  Chapter 2

  Pucking Hell

  Nix

  “Pucking hell,” I thought to myself while I tried to only look into my bowl of cereal. But I couldn’t take my eyes off of my little sister’s best friend while she ran upstairs in those tight leggings. “Ugh.” I felt my cock twitch, and I knew I needed a release. When the hell did that scrawny little girl, that followed me around, get so damn sexy? She has boobs. Real perky pink nippled boobs. I adjusted myself and put my unfinished plate and bowl in the sink.

  I kept wondering what would have happened if I hadn’t seen her naked that day last summer. I wouldn’t have jerked off over the thought of her under me, on top or me, or on her knees in front of me for the last six months. My stable girlfriend wouldn’t have broken up with me because I couldn’t fuck her anymore. She accused me of fucking someone else. It wasn’t untrue, but it might as well have been. I couldn’t remember the one girl I fucked beside Beth. I want to put Chloe’s face and body in her place. All I want to do is strip Chloe Summers down and slam into her until I can spill inside her. Seventeen. I groaned.

  Chloe and Brooklyn came sauntering down the stairs, and I looked up to see her again. I just wanted one more look. I won’t do it again after that. I can swear off her. I really can. She bent over and picked up her book bag. Fuck me. Look at her ass. I remembered at that moment that she’s a runner. She loves to workout. She would be the perfect girl for me. Someone to workout with and someone to eat pizza with.

  “You girls need a ride to school?” I asked. Chloe, maybe you would like to ride my cock. The thought bounced around in my head while I waited for them to answer.

  “God, no,” Brooklyn said in disgust. “I don’t want to be swarmed trying to get to class.”

  I chuckled softly. I enjoy some of the attention, but I really just want to be able to go to the pucking grocery store without being recognized. I’m twenty-four, and I hate going out to clubs or on dates. Everywhere I go, someone recognizes me as number forty-four on the New York Knights. I was signed my senior year of high school and started training with them the summer after I graduated. One of the compromises my mom made to make sure I would have at least my high school degree. Which I’m glad I have after a knee injury at the beginning of the season and physical therapy that could make a grown man cry. I realized I wouldn’t spend my entire life on the ice. Most NHL players don’t stay past the age of thirty-five which means if I play my cards right I’ll get another ten years before my body gives out on me and I won’t even be able to teach my kids how to play the game I grew up loving.

  During that time I wanted to find a girl that I could spend the rest of my life with, and I thought that could have been with Beth, but after seeing Chloe’s pinked skin from head to toe, I knew I still needed to sow some oats. I knew I couldn’t be in love with Beth if I wanted another woman. That didn’t make me the man for her, and it wouldn’t have made me a man to fuck someone while I was still with her. Even if I did cheat. I know she had too. That’s one of the reasons I knew she wasn’t the one.

  Maybe I’ll fuck a puck bunny to get some release. I haven’t done that in a couple of years. They’re always asking, and I know they would be ready for anything. That’s exactly what I need. A good fuck. I shake my head to get the idea out off my mind. That’s just too much. I don’t like the idea of fucking some girl that has fucked at least half my teammates, if not more.

  Instead, I fight the urge to jerk off and get dressed for practice. I skated hard and wore myself out with sprints. My legs were aching, and my knee was throbbing when I skated off the ice and back onto the black rubber mats that covered the tunnel to the locker rooms. Showering with other men definitely won’t give me a hard on
, but I’m still needing some sort of release even after the exhausting practice. Chloe was still on my mind, and she wasn’t going anywhere. She hasn’t gone anywhere for the last six months.

  “What’s up with you man? It’s like you’ve been in a trance since before the season started.” John said coming up behind me.

  “Just thinking,” I said.

  “You’re thinking pretty hard.” He said motioning with his head toward my towel, that now was showing off an impressively sized tent.

  I adjusted myself and said, “I need to get laid. You heard Beth and I split?”

  “Yeah, sorry to hear that man. But there’s tons of fish in the sea.” He chuckled.

  I groaned and rolled my eyes.

  “Holy puck man. Have you already found another fish? Is she hot?” He asked.

  Had I? I mean the only girl I’ve been thinking about had been Chloe. And I’m not thinking about her. I refuse to think about my little sister’s underage best friend in any way. Even if I want to grab onto her hips and slam into her from behind.

  “Dude. Am I turning you on?” John asked.

  I look him up and down then said, “Nah, you’re not my type.”

  “That’s good man. I don’t think I could explain that to my wife.” He said laughing.

  “I’d never take her on anyway. I can’t compete with that.” I joked.

  “No kidding. You wouldn’t ever be able to compete with her pussy.” He laughed in his baritone voice.

  “No one can compete with the pussy,” I said and closed my locker. “See you tomorrow.”

  The drive home wasn’t bad. I could feel my muscles screaming at me, and I was looking forward to a hot Epsom salt bath. I pulled onto the drive and saw Chloe standing next to a red Ford Mustang. What was worse was the tool standing over her trapping her in with his arms, and she didn’t even realize his move. She probably thought that he was just trying to be close to her. My blood boiled, and I wanted to pull the boy from within arms reach of her.

  I parked next to the Mustang and got out slamming the door behind me. Chloe’s head shot around to me. She looked like she got caught in the act. Her cheeks pinked and it was such a turn on to see it happen. I growled low as I approached them. “Chloe. Where’s your car?”

  “Um, Brooklyn has it. She had to stay late to finish a group project.” She said.

  “And you are?” I growled looking at the teenage tool still trapping Chloe from walking away from him.

  “Bryon Platton.” He said reaching out to shake my hand. “Chloe’s boyfriend.”

  My head shot to hers. He cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. (That same pink that would match her nipples.) “Boyfriend?” I knew I already hated the guy. He was too cocky for his own good, and Chloe doesn’t need some asshole to screw up her senior year.

  “Yeah, a couple of weeks now,” Bryon said.

  “So, not serious,” I stated.

  “I wouldn’t say that,” Byron said with an eat-shit grin.

  “And how old are you Bryon?” I interrogated.

  “I just turned eighteen before Christmas.” He said. “I know Chloe’s still seventeen. That’s why we’re taking it slow. There’s no need to call the cops.” He joked but still acted nervous. “Besides she’ll be eighteen in a couple months.” He gave another shit-eating-grin. I hated that tool so much. He already acted like he had her locked down. Fuck that.

  “That still makes her seventeen,” I growled.

  “Nix!” Chloe warned.

  “I think my mom needed your help when you got home from school. You better go inside.” I growled out of the side of my mouth while I narrowed my eyes on this Bryon person.

  “Fine.” She said waiting for me to leave. I wasn’t going anywhere. “I’ll go inside in a minute.” Her eyes went back and forth between me and the front door. I crossed my arms over my chest and stood with my gate nice and wide. That makes my six foot three frame look even more significant.

  “Uh… I’ll call you later Chloe.” Bryon said and leaned in to kiss her on her cheek.

  “Bye.” She said, and Bryon got into his Mustang and backed off the drive. “I can’t believe you. What’s your problem?”

  “My problem? Chloe that tool was trying to maul you.” I snapped.

  “So? Maybe I wanted him to.” Chloe said.

  She wanted him to? What the fuck? Hell no. I won’t let that happen. “Chloe, he’s not the right kind of guy for you. You need…” Fuck. What does she need? She doesn’t need any type of guy screwing up her life. I would not only screw up her life but mine if I even think about her.

  “What do I need?” She snapped. “I don’t want to be a virgin for the rest of my life. I want to find love.”

  My head shot up, and my voice wavered, “virgin?” That can’t be. I didn’t know enough about her. I’ve never cared. So why do I now? Just because I saw her wet and naked? Yeah, that will do it. My cock started to harden and push against my jeans.

  “You can’t control me. You’re not my brother.” She snapped. I was still stuck on the fact that she was still a virgin.

  “No, I’m not your brother,” I said. Our eyes met, and I saw something in hers for the briefest of moments. What was that? Desire? Does she want me like the way I want her? I remember she had a crush on me when she was like eight, but now?

  “No, you’re not. And you need to stay out of my love life.” She snapped.

  “That tool isn’t good enough for you.” I snapped.

  “That’s my decision to make.” She snapped and turned around to stomp into the house.

  “It shouldn’t be. Especially if you’re going to pick these kinds of losers.” I snapped. She set her book bag down beside the table. I walked up right behind her. Something was drawing me to her. She turned around and gasped. She looked up into my eyes, those aqua blue colored eyes lit me on fire. I felt my cock stir. I wanted her. She started to wobble and lose her balance. I instinctively grabbed her hips to steady her. She squeaked. Fuck me. She licked her lips. Did she know she was torturing me? My cock was ready. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned down to her and kissed her. Her soft lips fit perfectly into mine. I licked across her crease to urge her to open for me. She was so new to any physical contact that she didn’t even know to open to me. Our kiss stayed PG until I reached around and grabbed her ass in my hands. She gasped and opened for me, giving me the opportunity to sneak my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted sweet, and I wanted more. I pulled back, and she whimpered. “I need you to tell me when to stop,” I said trying to catch my breath.

  “But what if I don’t want you to stop?” She said breathlessly.

  “Fuck.” I picked her up by the ass, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I moaned. The warmth from her center was hitting me straight on. “I’m going to take you to my room,” I whispered into her ear.

  “Okay.” She whispered back.

  I strode with her wrapped around my body up to my room. I set her down on my full-size bed and turned to close and lock my door. She giggled. I pulled my tee over my head, and she stopped giggling. I toed off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans. Her eyes went wide.

  “Chloe, I’ve wanted you since I saw your sexy body last summer.” It came out as a low growl. Admitting this secret was the first thing that damned me. It was like opening Pandora’s Box. You can’t take it back. I didn’t want to take it back.

  “I’ve always wanted you.” She whispered.

  I groaned and went straight for her. I pulled her sweater over her head to be met with a white cotton bra. Nothing you would expect to be sexy, but it was on her. It was simple and feminine, and it was sexier than any lacy lingerie that a Victoria Secret model would wear on the runway. I pulled her boots off and those black leggings that made my balls blue this morning. Her white cotton underwear had little pink flowers. She’s so innocent.

  “I’m giving you one last chance to leave. Pretend this never happened.” I said. She shook her head. “Chloe baby, I need to hear
that you want this. That you want me to fuck you.”

  “I want you to fuck me.” She said breathlessly.

  I lowered my jeans down and stepped out of them. My cock was so hard that it was about to tear through my boxer briefs. Her eyes went to my crotch, and I smiled. “See something you like?” I asked. She blinked rapidly and blushed. I hooked my fingers into her underwear and slid them off. The little patch of darker blonde hair groomed at her entrance beaconed to me. I removed my boxer briefs, and my cock stood at attention for her sex.

  “I want this to be what you have dreamt of. I don’t want to hurt you.” I said.

  She nodded, “I know.”

  I unhooked her bra and flung it over my shoulder to the floor. There were her beautiful pink nipples, hard as little rocks, just waiting to be sucked. I leaned over her and enclosed one into my mouth. I ran my tongue over it and pulled it with my teeth. She gasped a moaned. I knelt above her on my bed, rolling a condom I had grabbed from my nightstand over my length, and lined up to her sex. I started to enter her, pulling back and then going more forward. When I felt the pressure of her hymen, I looked into her aqua blue eyes. “Are you ready?” I asked.

  “Yes.” She nodded her head.

  I pushed into her. Feeling her tightness surround me and the newly penetrated muscles grip me. She whimpered, a tear fell from her eyes, and I wiped it away with my thumb. “This time it will be quick. I won’t make you feel this way for a long time. Next time will be better. You will enjoy it the entire time.”

  She closed her eyes and nodded. A few more tears fell as I worked my cock in and out. My eight inches were hurting her. I wanted this to be over for her, even if I wanted it to continue for much longer. I couldn’t bear to see her in so much pain. “Baby, I promise,” I said and worked my cock until I felt my balls tighten. “It’s coming, baby.” I rubbed the pad of my thumb on her clit, and her face turned to pleasure. “I’m going to cum in you,” I said and continued until the orgasm started at my core, she moaned, and her lips made an O-shape just as I shot my load into the condom. For a brief moment, I knew this would have been better without the condom. My release would have soothed her, and it would have been a little easier on her. When my orgasm ebbed away, and I felt the physical release I had been looking for I smiled and leaned down to kiss her again. Her eyes still filled with unshed tears and I could tell it wasn’t what she had expected. “Are you okay?” I asked as I pulled out of her and took the condom off, knotting it, and tossing it into my wastebasket.