Puck Me, I’m Yours (Hawthorne University Hockey #1)

25. Breck

25

Breck

My phone vibrates under my pillow, and I'm instantly awake, heart racing with anticipation. It's Valentine's Day, and I've got big plans for Del. I glance at the clock—5:30 AM. Perfect.

I tiptoe out of bed, careful not to wake my girl. The floorboards creak under my feet as I make my way to the kitchen. I've got to nail this breakfast.

As I whisk eggs and flip pancakes, my thoughts drift to Del. Her green eyes, the way her blonde hair falls in soft waves, the effortless grace she carries herself with. There's something magnetic about her, something that pulls me in every. Single. Time.

The fact that she's never celebrated Valentine's Day before breaks my heart a little. But not this year. This year, I'm going to make it special. I can’t let this holiday pass without making it something unforgettable—something that proves to her just how much she deserves.

The smell of bacon fills the air, warm and comforting, and I can’t suppress the grin that tugs at my lips. I don’t know how she’ll react—happy hopefully—but I’ve learned to expect the unexpected with her. She surprises me more than I ever thought possible. I just hope this time, I get it right.

Balancing the tray carefully, I make my way back upstairs. My palms are sweaty, and I nearly drop the whole thing twice. Get it together, Breck. It's just breakfast.

But it's not just breakfast. It's breakfast for Del. In bed. On Valentine's Day. Her first real Valentine’s Day. No pressure.

I take a deep breath before knocking softly on her door. "Del? You awake?"

There's a muffled groan from inside, and I can't help but chuckle. Not a morning person, my girl.

"I'm coming in, okay?" I call out, pushing the door open with my hip.

Del's sitting up in bed, hair adorably mussed, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "Breck? What are you—"

Her words trail off as she spots the tray in my hands. Her eyes widen, and I swear I see a flicker of something—surprise? Happiness?—cross her face.

"Happy Valentine's Day," I say, setting the tray down over her lap. "I, uh, made you breakfast."

Del stares at the tray, then back at me. "You didn't have to do this," she says softly.

I sit on the edge of the bed, my heart pounding. "I wanted to. You deserve it, Del."

She picks up a piece of bacon, takes a bite. "It's good," she says, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah?" I can't keep the grin off my face. "Wait till you try the pancakes. My mom's secret recipe. It’s a cheat day today, I declare it."

“Well, if you declare it then it must be law. You can be the one to tell my nutritionist.”

As Del digs in, I watch her, warmth spreading through my chest. This is what I want—mornings with her, making her smile, being the reason she's happy.

"I know I have a game tonight," I say, breaking the comfortable silence. "But I'm not letting that ruin our day. I've got more planned."

Del raises an eyebrow. "More? Breck, this is already—"

"Not enough," I interrupt. "Not for you."

She looks down at her plate, and I swear I see a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispers.

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her head. "Anything for you, Del. Happy first Valentine's Day."

As I pull back, our eyes meet, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It's just us, in this messy, perfect moment. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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The winter market is bustling with activity, a kaleidoscope of colors and scents swirling around us as we walk hand-in-hand through the stalls. Del's eyes are wide, taking in everything with a childlike wonder that makes my heart swell.

"I can't believe I've never been here before," she says, squeezing my hand.

I grin, tugging her closer. "That's because you're always training. Good thing you've got me to show you the finer things in life, huh?"

She rolls her eyes, but there's a smile playing on her lips. "Oh yes, because hot chocolate and handmade crafts are the epitome of fine living."

"Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it," I laugh, steering us towards a nearby stall. "Speaking of which, two hot chocolates, please."

As we sip our drinks, I watch Del out of the corner of my eye. She looks... relaxed. It's a rare sight, and I find myself committing every detail to memory. The way her hair catches the sunlight, the soft curve of her smile, the little sigh of contentment as she takes another sip.

"What?" she asks, catching me staring.

I shrug, trying to play it cool even as my heart races. "Nothing. Just... you look happy."

"I am," she says softly, and the vulnerability in her voice nearly floors me.

We continue our stroll, pausing occasionally to admire the various crafts on display. At one stall, I notice Del's gaze lingering on a delicate silver bracelet adorned with tiny snowflakes.

"You like it?" I ask, already reaching for my wallet.

"Oh, no, Breck, you don't have to—"

But I'm already handing over the cash. "I want to," I say, echoing my words from this morning. As I fasten the bracelet around her wrist, our eyes meet, and I'm struck by the intensity of her gaze.

"Thank you," she whispers, and I know she's not just talking about the bracelet.

The drive back to her place is quiet, but comfortably so. As I pull up outside her building, I can feel the weight of our impending goodbye settling over us.

"I had a great time," Del says, turning to face me.

I lean in, cupping her face gently. "Me too. And it's not over yet. I've got a surprise for you after the game."

Her eyebrows shoot up. "Oh? Well, I might have a surprise for you too."

A wicked grin spreads across my face. "God, I hope it's your pussy," I tease, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.

Del bursts out laughing, the sound filling the car and making my heart soar. "You're incorrigible," she says, shaking her head.

"You love it," I reply, leaning in for a soft, lingering kiss. As I pull away, I find myself already missing her warmth. "I'll see you tonight?"

She nods, a promise in her eyes. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

As I watch her walk away, I'm struck by how much has changed in such a short time. And how much I want it to keep changing, keep growing, with her by my side.

I'm still grinning like an idiot as I pull into Hunter's Hollow, the memory of Del's laugh echoing in my ears. As I hop out of my truck and head inside, I spot a familiar blonde ponytail bouncing towards the exit.

"Birdie!" I call out, jogging to catch up.

She spins around, her face lighting up. "Hey, Breck! How'd the big Valentine's date go?"

I can't help the dopey smile that spreads across my face. "It was... perfect. Del's perfect."

Birdie's eyes sparkle with mischief. "Aww, look at you, all smitten. I never thought I'd see the day Breck Monroe turned into a lovesick puppy."

"Shut up," I grumble, but there's no heat behind it. I'm too damn happy to be annoyed.

"So, spill! What'd you guys do?"

I give her the rundown, feeling a warmth spread through my chest as I recount our morning. Birdie listens intently, letting out the occasional "aww" or squeal.

"Seriously, Breck, I'm so happy for you," she says, squeezing my arm. "Del's lucky to have you."

I shake my head. "Nah, I'm the lucky one."

As Birdie heads out, I make my way to the locker room, my mind still half on Del. The chatter of my teammates snaps me back to reality as I push through the door.

My eyes immediately land on Tyson, who's got the goofiest grin plastered on his face. It's a stark contrast to his usual brooding demeanor, but I already know what's got him looking like he's walking on sunshine.

Then I spot Axel, and my heart sinks a little. He's slouched in his stall, looking a little lost. I make a mental note to check on him later, hoping whatever he's got planned will work and he’ll finally cheer up.

As I start gearing up, Micah sidles up to me, a knowing smirk on his face. "So, Monroe, how's it going with your figure skating goddess?"

I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. "Really good, man. Like, really fucking good."

"Yeah? Do tell," Micah presses, eyebrows waggling suggestively.

I shake my head, chuckling. "Nah, you perv. It's not like that. Well, not just like that. We just... click, you know? She gets me."

"Sounds serious," Micah says, his tone softening.

"Maybe," I admit, my heart racing at the thought. "I... I love her, Micah."

Before he can respond, Coach bellows for us to hit the ice. As we file out of the locker room, my eyes immediately scan the stands. Where is she? Did she decide not to come?

Then I see her, and holy shit. Holy. Shit.

My heart stops. Literally stops. And then restarts with a vengeance, hammering against my ribs like it's trying to break free. Because there she is, my beautiful Del, wearing my jersey. My number. My name.

And just like that, my cock springs to life, straining against my cup. Jesus Christ, I'm in trouble.

I skate up to the glass, unable to tear my eyes away from her. She grins, a mix of shy and proud. "Surprise," she mouths.

I press my gloved hand against the glass, wishing I could touch her. "You're killing me, Quinn," I say, knowing she can't hear me but hoping she can read my lips.

She blows me a kiss, and I catch it dramatically, making her laugh. God, I love that sound.

As I skate back to center ice for warm-ups, I can't stop glancing at her. My girl, wearing my jersey. It's a claim, a statement, and it's making me feel things I've never felt before.

And after seeing her like that, there's no way I'm not spending every second I can with her tonight.

When the final buzzer sounds, it signals our victory. My teammates erupt in cheers, but I'm already heading towards the locker room. I need to get out of here, back to my girl.

"Hey, Monroe! You and Del coming out with us?"

I shake my head, unable to keep the grin off my face. "Nah, man. Got plans with my girl. Just the two of us."

"Ooh, Valentine's plans," Jett teases from across the room. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"That leaves a lot of possibilities open," I shoot back, laughing.

I rush through my shower, probably setting a new record. As I'm toweling off, my mind's already racing ahead to Del. To her in my jersey. To getting her out of my jersey. Or maybe just everything but my jersey.

"Slow down, tiger," Cross calls out as I practically sprint for the door. "She's not going anywhere!"

If only they knew. I feel like I might combust if I don't see her soon.

And then I do see her, waiting in the hallway, and it's like everything else fades away. I don't think, I just move.

In seconds, I have her pressed against the wall, my lips on hers. She tastes like victory and promises and everything I never knew I wanted. Her hands tangle in my damp hair as I deepen the kiss, forgetting where we are, forgetting everything but her.

"Jesus, get a room, you two!" Birdie's cackle cuts through my Del-induced haze.

I break the kiss, but I don't step back. Can't step back. "We are," I growl, my eyes never leaving Del's flushed face.

Her green eyes are dark with desire, mirroring what I'm feeling. "Happy Valentine's Day," she whispers, a little breathless.

"Oh, sweetheart," I murmur, leaning in close, "it's about to get a whole lot happier."

I guide Del out of the arena, my hand at the small of her back. The crisp night air hits us as we step outside, but I barely notice. My skin's on fire everywhere we touch.

"So, where are we going?" Del asks, a teasing lilt in her voice.

I grin, fishing my car keys from my pocket. "My place. The guys'll be out celebrating for hours."

As we drive, I can't stop stealing glances at her. The way my jersey drapes over her curves, the way she keeps fidgeting with the hem. It's driving me crazy.

"You look incredible in that, by the way," I say, my voice a little rougher than I intend. "Might have to insist you wear it more often."

She laughs, the sound warm and rich. "Oh yeah? You like seeing your name on me, Monroe?"

Christ. My grip on the steering wheel tightens. "You have no idea."

We finally reach the house, and I practically leap out of the car to open her door. As we head inside, I can feel the anticipation building. I lead her upstairs to my room, my heart pounding.

"Close your eyes," I murmur, pausing at the door.

She raises an eyebrow but complies. I open the door, guiding her inside. The soft glow of fairy lights illuminates the room, casting a warm light over the dessert board I'd set up earlier.

"Okay, open them."

Del's eyes widen as she takes in the spread. "Breck, this is... wow."

I should be proud of my handiwork. The chocolate-dipped strawberries, the chocolate cinnamon rolls, the decorated cookies—it's a sugar lover's dream. But right now, all I can focus on is her.

"Del," I breathe, stepping closer. "I need you to do something for me."

She turns, curiosity and heat in her gaze. "Anything."

I swallow hard. "I want you in nothing but my jersey."

Del's eyes darken with desire as she slowly reaches for the button on her jeans. My breath catches in my throat as she reveals inch after tantalizing inch of skin. When she's finally wearing nothing but my jersey, turning so I can see my name on the back, I feel like I might combust on the spot.

"Fuck, Del," I groan, drinking in the sight of her. "You're fucking perfect."

She smirks, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think I'd like to try my dessert now."

Before I can process her words, she's takes a fingerful of the chocolate icing drizzled over the cinnamon buns. My eyes widen as she dabs it against my lips, the sweet scent filling my nostrils.

"Open up," she murmurs.

I part my lips, and she traces them with the icing before leaning in to lick the chocolate off. A strangled sound escapes me as her tongue swipes across my bottom lip.

"Jesus, Del," I breathe, deepening the kiss. The taste of chocolate and Del is intoxicating.

Two can play at this game. I break away, grabbing a cinnamon roll. I swipe my finger through the icing and dab it on her neck.

"My turn," I growl, leaning in to suck the sweetness from her skin.

Del gasps, her fingers threading through my hair. "Breck," she moans. "God, that feels good."

I trail kisses up her neck, whispering against her ear, "You taste so fucking sweet, baby. Wanna lick every inch of you."

Her breath hitches. "Then do it."

I dip a finger into the icing and gently trace a line from her neck to her collarbone, following it with my tongue. She shivers at the sensation and laughs as I lift the jersey and smear some on her nipple before licking it off.

Her fingers trace the contours of my chest, sending shivers down my spine. I step out of my jeans, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. Del's eyes follow the movement before meeting mine with a hunger I can’t wait to satiate.

"I want to taste you too, Breck," she murmurs

Dipping a finger into the icing, she leans in close and daubs it against my nipple. My body responds instantly to her touch, as she wraps her tongue around it and sucks.

I groan, my hands gripping her hips as her lips suck and tongue flick against my skin. My cock strains against my boxers, desperate for release. She shoves them down, my dick slapping against my stomach.

"Fuck, Del," I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely recognizable. "I'm going to lose it."

Del drops to her knees, her eyes locked on mine as she traces a line of chocolate icing down my cock. My breath hitches as she leans forward, taking me into her mouth.

"Fuck," I groan, gripping the dresser behind me for support. Her tongue swirls around the head of my cock, and I can feel myself pulsing with need.

"You taste so good," she murmurs against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I thread my fingers through her hair, urging her on. "More," I growl, thrusting into her mouth. Del moans around me, sending vibrations through my body. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

But I don't want it to be over yet. Not like this.

With a growl, I pull Del up by her arms and kiss her hard. I walk her back until her legs are pressing against my mattress.

"Get on the bed," I growl, my voice husky with desire.

Del's eyes widen, but she complies, crawling back onto the mattress. My jersey—my fucking jersey—rides up, giving me a glimpse of her glistening pussy. My mouth waters at the sight.

"Shove the jersey up," I command, my cock twitching. "I want to see those perfect tits while I taste you."

She obeys, pushing the fabric up to reveal her breasts. I groan reaching out and palming two handfuls as I dive between her legs. The first swipe of my tongue against her folds has us both moaning.

"Fuck, baby," I mumble against her. "You taste better than any dessert."

I lose myself in her, my tongue exploring every inch. Del writhes beneath me, her fingers gripping my hair. I circle her clit, sucking it into my mouth.

"Breck," she gasps. "Oh god, Breck. Please."

I glance up, meeting her eyes. "What do you need, baby?"

Her chest heaves as she pants, "You. I need you inside me. Nothing between us."

My cock throbs at her words. I surge up, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Then, gently, I roll her onto her stomach.

"Wanna see my name on your back while I fuck you." I grip the bottom of the jersey and hold it taut.

I lift her hips, positioning myself at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, I'm buried inside her. We both cry out at the sensation.

"Fuck," I groan, overwhelmed by the feel of her. "You feel so goddamn good, Del."

I grip her hip with one hand, holding onto the jersey with the other and set a steady rhythm as I thrust into her. The sight of my name and number on her back sends a possessive thrill through me.

"That's it, baby," I growl, leaning down to nip at her ear. "Take it all. You're so fucking perfect."

Del moans, pushing back against me. "Breck, oh god..."

Her breathy gasps fuel my desire, but something's not quite right. I need more. Need to see her face, to be closer.

"Wait," I pant, slowing my movements. "This isn't enough."

I pull out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and gently flip her onto her back. My hands slide up her sides, pushing the jersey over her head. She lifts her arms, helping me remove it.

"There you are," I murmur, drinking in the sight of her naked beneath me.

I lean down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss as I slowly push back into her. We both groan at the sensation.

"Fuck, Del," I breathe against her mouth. "I can't get enough of you."

My hands roam her body as I move inside her, touching every inch of skin I can reach. I pepper kisses along her jaw, her cheeks, her forehead.

Something swells in my chest, an emotion so big I can barely contain it. The words tumble out before I can stop them.

"I love you," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion.

I pull back slightly, meeting her gaze. Her green eyes widen, a mix of surprise and something else I can't quite name.

"I love you," I repeat, more firmly this time.

Tears well up in Del's eyes, and for a moment, I'm terrified I've ruined everything. But then her lips curve into a trembling smile.

"I love you too," she whispers back.

My heart soars. I capture her lips again, pouring every ounce of love and passion I feel into the kiss. As I continue to move inside her, I silently vow to cherish this moment—and this woman—forever.

"Mine," I growl, my voice husky with desire. "Be mine, baby."

Del's eyes lock with mine, blazing with an intensity that makes my heart stutter. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she arches against me.

"Yes," she gasps. "Yours, Breck. All yours."

The possessiveness that surges through me is primal, overwhelming. I can't get enough of her—her taste, her scent, the way she feels wrapped around me. My hips snap forward with renewed vigor.

"Gonna fill you up," I pant, my words punctuated by thrusts. "Want you dripping with my come."

A whimper escapes Del's lips, her eyes fluttering shut. God, she's beautiful like this—completely undone, trusting me with her pleasure.

"This is just the beginning," I promise, nipping at her earlobe. "I'm gonna fuck you all night, baby. And then again in the morning."

My hand snakes between our bodies, finding her clit. I start rubbing tight circles, reveling in the way she gasps and writhes beneath me.

"That's it," I encourage, feeling her walls start to flutter. "Come for me, Del. Let go."

She cries out, her body tensing as her orgasm washes over her. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow right after, spilling inside her with a guttural groan.

For a moment, we're both still, panting heavily. Then, reluctantly, I pull out and grab some tissues from the nightstand. I clean us both up gently, pressing soft kisses to her skin.

"C'mere," I murmur, pulling her into my arms.

Del snuggles against my chest, and I hold her close, marveling at how perfectly she fits there. My fingers trace lazy patterns on her back as we bask in the afterglow.

"So," I say, a grin tugging at my lips. "Ready for round two?"

She laughs, the sound music to my ears. "Give me a minute to catch my breath, hockey boy."

I kiss the top of her head, feeling more content than I ever have in my life. "Take all the time you need, baby. We've got all night."

And we do. All night, and hopefully, a lifetime of nights after that.