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

33. Breck

33

Breck

The sound of blades scraping ice echoes through Hunter's Hollow as I push myself through another drill. My legs burn, but I force myself to keep going. One more sprint, one more shot, one more chance to prove I'm back.

Coach blows his whistle. "Monroe! Put some hustle in it!"

I grit my teeth and dig deeper, accelerating as I weave between the orange cones. My stick feels like an extension of my arm as I deke an imaginary defender, my muscle memory taking over. For a moment, I forget about everything else—the drama, the heartache, the uncertainty—and lose myself in the familiar rhythm of the game.

"Nice moves, Breck!" Tyson calls from the goal. "But can you get it past me?"

I smirk, accepting his challenge. "You better believe it, Brooks."

As I approach the net, I fake left, then quickly shift right, lifting the puck just over Tyson's outstretched glove. It hits the back of the net with a satisfying thwack.

"Lucky shot," Tyson grumbles good-naturedly.

I skate by, tapping his pads with my stick. "Keep telling yourself that, buddy."

We line up for the next drill—a three-on-two rush. I take my position, trying to ignore the nagging voice in my head that wonders if Del is thinking about me too. Focus, Monroe. You're here to play hockey, not pine over a girl who walked away.

But as I receive a crisp pass from Axel and streak down the ice, I can't help but imagine her in the stands, cheering me on. The thought gives me an extra burst of speed, and I rocket the puck past our backup goalie.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Coach yells. "Now do it again!"

I circle back to my starting position, chest heaving. My game might be back to normal, but my heart? That's a whole other story. Still, as I look around at my teammates—my brothers—I feel a surge of gratitude. At least I have this. At least I have hockey.

"Ready to go again?" Jett asks, nudging me with his elbow.

I nod, pushing thoughts of Del to the back of my mind. "Always."

As we set up for the next rush, I take a deep breath, letting the familiar scent of ice and sweat ground me. One shift at a time, Monroe. That's all you can do.

Suddenly, a ripple of whispers breaks my concentration. I glance around, puzzled by the distraction during our intense practice. My teammates are nudging each other, pointing towards the stands. Curious, I follow their gaze, my heart rate picking up as I scan the bleachers.

And then I see her.

My heart doesn't just skip a beat—it full-on stops. There, standing near the entrance, is Del. In my jersey. The oversized fabric swallows her petite frame in a way that makes my mouth go dry.

"Holy shit," I mutter, my grip on my stick loosening.

Axel skates by, giving me a knowing smirk. "Looks like your girl came to watch you play, Breck."

I can't tear my eyes away from her. Del's here. She came back. And she's wearing my jersey, which has to mean something, right? My mind races, hope and fear battling for dominance.

"Monroe!" Coach's sharp voice cuts through my daze. "Eyes on the ice! We're not done here!"

I shake my head, trying to focus. But how can I when she's right there, looking like everything I've been missing?

I can't take it anymore. To hell with practice. To hell with everything that isn't Del.

I break formation, skating hard towards the rink's edge. My teammates' confused shouts fade into white noise as I focus solely on her. Del's eyes widen as I approach, a mix of hope and uncertainty flickering across her face.

I yank off my helmet, tossing it aside without a care. My gloves follow, discarded on the ice. I reach the door, fumbling with the latch for a second that feels like eternity.

Then I'm there, right in front of her. My hands cup her face, fingers sliding into her silky blonde hair. I don't hesitate, don't overthink. I just act.

I kiss her.

It's desperate and messy and perfect. She tastes like whipped honey and second chances. I pour every ounce of longing, every sleepless night, every 'what if' into that kiss.

When we break apart, both breathless, Del's green eyes are shining with unshed tears. "Breck, I—I'm so sorry. I should have trusted you, trusted that I knew who you really were. I—"

I shake my head, cutting her off. "No, Del. Don't. I get it. If I'd been in your shoes, I probably would've reacted the same way."

My thumb traces her cheekbone as I continue, my voice rough with emotion. "None of that matters now. What matters is this—us. I love you, Del. I don't want this to be over. It's not over. It's never over. This is forever, you hear me?"

A tear escapes, trailing down her cheek. I brush it away gently.

"Forever?" she whispers, a hint of her usual grumpiness coloring her tone. "That's a pretty big promise, Breck."

I can't help but grin. "Yeah, well, I'm a pretty big guy. I can handle it if you can, Quinn."

I lean in again, my lips finding hers with a newfound hunger. This kiss is different—slower, deeper, like we're trying to make up for lost time. My heart's pounding so hard I swear she must be able to feel it through my practice jersey.

"Monroe! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Coach's bellow cuts through the moment like a knife. Shit. I'd forgotten we were still in the middle of practice. I break away from Del, my forehead resting against hers for a brief second.

"Get your ass back on the ice! Now!"

I can't help but chuckle, even as I feel a blush creeping up my neck. "Guess that's my cue," I murmur, stealing one more quick kiss. "Wait for me?"

Del's eyes sparkle with mischief. "After all the waiting you did for me? Yeah, I can wait until practice is over."

I grin, feeling lighter than I have in weeks. "That's my girl."

Reluctantly, I skate back to center ice, my teammates' good-natured ribbing barely registering. My mind's still with Del, standing there in my jersey. God, she looks good in Hunter red.

The next hour of practice is torture. I go through the motions, but my focus is shot. Every chance I get, my eyes drift to where Del's leaning against the boards, looking like she belongs here. Like she's always belonged here.

The second Coach blows the final whistle, I'm off. I don't even bother with a cool-down lap. I race to the gate, my heart thundering in my chest.

Del's waiting, a soft smile on her face. Without hesitation, I scoop her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I capture her lips in a searing kiss. She tastes like home and hope and everything I've ever wanted.

I carry her towards the locker room, reluctant to let go even for a second. When I finally set her down, it's like my body aches at the loss of contact.

"Wait here," I say, my voice husky with need. "Don't move. I'll be quick, I promise."

Del's eyebrow quirks up, that familiar challenging glint in her eye. "You better be, Monroe. I've got plans for you."

I groan, already imagining all the ways this night could go. "You're killing me, Quinn."

I burst into the locker room, nearly tripping over my own skates in my haste. The guys follow behind me, peeling off their gear and chatting about practice. But I've got no time for small talk.

"Whoa, look who's in a hurry," Axel calls out, a knowing smirk on his face. "Got somewhere to be, Romeo?"

I ignore him, focusing on stripping off my pads as quickly as humanly possible. My fingers fumble with the straps, and I curse under my breath.

"Easy there, lover boy," Tyson chuckles, tossing a towel at my head. "You might want to at least rinse off the stink before you go making sweet love to your lady."

"Fuck off," I mutter, but there's no real heat behind it. They're right, I probably reek. I dart into the shower, scrubbing down at lightning speed.

As I'm yanking on my clothes, still damp from my half-assed shower, Jett leans against the locker next to mine. "So, things good with Del? You two back together."

I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. "Fuck, I hope so."

"About damn time," he says, clapping me on the shoulder. "Now get out of here before you explode or something."

I don't need to be told twice. Grabbing my bag, I practically sprint out of the locker room. Del's right where I left her, those green eyes lighting up when she sees me. God, I love her so much it hurts.

Without a word, I grab her wrist and start leading her towards the exit. "Need to be inside you. Now," I manage to get out, my voice rough with desire.

Del laughs, a sound that sends shivers down my spine. We reach my truck, and I lift her onto the passenger seat, my hands lingering on her waist. For a moment, I just look at her, drinking in the sight of her wearing my number, my name, her hair slightly mussed from our earlier kiss.

"I love you," I blurt out, overcome with emotion. "God, Del, I love you so much."

Her eyes soften, and she pulls me in for a kiss, soft and sweet and full of promise. "I love you too, Breck," she whispers against my lips. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

My heart clenches, a mix of joy and disbelief that this is real, that she's here, that she loves me back. I deepen the kiss, pouring every ounce of my feelings into it.

When we finally break apart, both breathless, I rest my forehead against hers. "Let's go home," I murmur, already imagining all the ways I plan to show her exactly how much I've missed her.

I slide into the driver's seat, my heart still racing. As I start the engine, I can't help but glance at Del, her presence both thrilling and surreal. But before I can even put the truck in gear, she's leaning over, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweats.

"Del, what are you—" My words cut off in a strangled gasp as she frees my already hard cock. Her green eyes flash mischievously before she leans down and takes me in her mouth.

"Holy sh—" I swerve, narrowly avoiding the curb. My knuckles turn white on the steering wheel as I struggle to focus on the road. "Del, I'm gonna crash if you keep—oh God."

She hums around me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. I'm torn between ecstasy and panic, trying desperately to keep us from ending up wrapped around a tree.

"You're gonna be the death of me," I groan, unable to resist threading my fingers through her soft blonde hair. "Such a filthy girl, aren't you? Couldn't even wait till we got home."

Del's only response is to take me deeper, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning loud enough for the whole town to hear.

As we approach a red light, I realize I've never been so grateful for traffic in my life. It gives me a moment to catch my breath, to savor the feeling of her mouth on me without the fear of vehicular manslaughter.

"You know," I pant, my voice strained, "when I imagined reuniting with you, I didn't exactly picture it involving a near-death experience on Main Street."

She pulls off just long enough to quip, "What can I say? I like to keep you on your toes."

As the light turns green and we start moving again, I can't help but laugh. Even in the middle of the most intense blowjob of my life, Del's sharp wit shines through. It's just one of the countless reasons I love her.

I barely manage to pull into the driveway, nearly clipping the side of the house in my haste. My heart's racing, torn between the need to keep Del close and the urgency to get inside.

"Babe," I groan, reluctantly easing her off me. "As much as I'd love to continue this al fresco performance, I think the neighbors might object."

I tuck myself away, wincing at the loss of contact, then pull her in for a searing kiss. She tastes like me, and it sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through my body.

"Come here," I growl, maneuvering her over the center console. In one fluid motion, I'm out of the car with her wrapped around me, her legs locked tight at my waist.

"Show-off," Del laughs against my neck, but I can feel her smile.

"Hey, all those squats are good for something," I quip, kicking the car door shut behind us.

I take the stairs two at a time, grateful that my roommates are still at the rink. Del's hands are everywhere – in my hair, under my shirt, teasing along the waistband of my sweats. It's driving me crazy.

"Patience," I chuckle, nipping at her earlobe. "We've got all night, sweetheart. Our whole lives."

But, I feel the urgency just as acutely.

The second we're through my bedroom door, I'm kissing her like my life depends on it. My hands fumble with the hem of her my jersey desperate to feel her skin against mine.

"God, I missed you," I breathe, trailing kisses down her neck as I toss the jersey aside. "Missed this. Missed us."

Del's fingers work at my clothes with equal fervor. "I'm so sorry, Breck. I should have—"

I silence her with another kiss, pouring all my love and forgiveness into it. "No more apologies," I murmur against her lips. "We're here now. That's all that matters."

In a flurry of hands and breathless laughter, we strip each other down until there's nothing left between us. I take a moment to drink her in, marveling at how perfectly she fits in my arms, how right this feels.

"You're beautiful," I whisper, tracing the curve of her cheek. "And you're mine."

I can't resist the urge to taste her skin, my lips finding that sweet spot on her neck that always makes her melt. I alternate between gentle kisses and playful nips, reveling in the soft gasps that escape her.

"Breck," Del breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair.

My hands roam down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her flush against me. The friction as I grind against her core is electric, sending sparks through my entire body. Without warning, I bring my hand down in a sharp smack on her rear.

Del yelps, her eyes widening in surprise.

"A reminder," I growl, my voice low and husky. "Next time you won't walk away from us. You'll listen."

I slide my fingers between her legs, finding her slick and ready. The sound she makes as I push inside her nearly undoes me.

I groan, pumping my fingers slowly. Her walls clench around me, and I have to take a deep breath to maintain control. This isn't just about physical pleasure—I need her to understand how much she means to me.

"Next time," I continue, pressing my forehead to hers, "you'll remember that you belong with me. That I'm not letting you go. Ever." My voice drops to a whisper. " Mine ."

Del's eyes lock onto mine, filled with love and desire. "Yours," she nods breathlessly. "Always yours, Breck."

I'm torn between wanting to worship every inch of her and needing to show her just how much she affected me by walking away. My heart races as I gently guide her to the edge of the bed, bending her over.

"Del," I breathe, running my hands along her sides. "I love you so much it hurts. But how could you think you could leave this? Leave us?"

I align myself with her entrance, teasing her with just the tip. Del whimpers, pushing back against me.

"Breck, please," she begs.

Without warning, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt. We both cry out at the sensation.

"Fuck," I groan, gripping her hips tightly. "You feel incredible."

I set a punishing pace, each thrust accompanied by a sharp slap to her ass. The room fills with the sounds of skin on skin and our mingled moans.

"Who do you belong to, Del?" I demand, my voice rough with emotion.

"You," she gasps. "Only you, Breck."

I feel her start to tighten around me, her breathing becoming erratic. "That's right, baby. Come for me."

As she clenches around me, waves of pleasure wracking her body, I have to squeeze my eyes shut and slow my movements. The feeling is almost too much, but I'm not ready for this to end. Not yet.

I pull out slowly, my heart pounding as I take in the sight of Del trembling before me. God, she's beautiful. I drop to my knees behind her, overwhelmed by the need to taste her.

"Breck, what are you—oh!" Del's question dissolves into a moan as I bury my face between her legs, my tongue delving into her heat.

I can't help the groan that escapes me. She tastes like heaven and sin all rolled into one. My hands grip her thighs, keeping her steady as I worship her with my mouth.

"Fuck, Breck," Del whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair. "I can't—it's too much."

I pull back just enough to murmur, "Yes, you can. One more for me, baby. I need to feel you come on my tongue."

As I redouble my efforts, licking and sucking at her most sensitive spots, I'm struck by how much I've missed this—missed her. The thought of never having this again makes my chest ache.

When Del's thighs start to quake, I know she's close. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right as I focus my attention on her clit.

"Breck!" she cries out, her back arching as she comes undone once more.

I work her through it gently, savoring every tremor and gasp. As she starts to come down, I rise to my feet, tugging her up with me. Our lips meet in a deep, passionate kiss that leaves us both breathless.

"I love you," I whisper against her mouth, guiding her back towards the pillows. "I love you so damn much, Del."

Her green eyes, hazy with pleasure and emotion, lock onto mine. "I love you too, Breck. I'm so sorry I—"

I silence her with another kiss, easing her onto her back. "Shh. Just be here with me, okay?"

As I settle between her legs, I can't help but marvel at how perfectly we fit together. I enter her slowly this time, savoring every inch of connection.

"This is it for me, Del," I murmur, starting to move in a gentle rhythm. "You're it. Forever."