A Pucking Wrong Christmas: A Hockey Romance (The Pucking Wrong Series)

I parked the car near the college, waiting to pick up Monroe. It had been a long day without her, stuck in meetings with the team, and I was looking forward to getting her back in my arms.

Where she belonged.

There were still fifteen minutes until her class got out, and I sighed, staring around at the buildings while I wondered how mad she would be if I barged into the class, threw her on my shoulder…and took her home.

Probably pretty mad.

But on the other hand, I bet the make-up sex would be amazing.

I was about to call Ari to distract myself for a few more minutes from my compulsion when⁠—

What. The. Fuck.

Monroe was walking down the sidewalk, looking like my favorite wet dream as always.

But it was the guy next to her—the one walking way too close to her and stealing glances down her shirt that had me debating if my money could get me out of murder charges.

Monroe was gesturing and talking about something and he was hanging on her every word.

Fucker.

My fingers tightened around the steering wheel as I watched them walk.

You’d have thought that getting a ring on her finger would have made me less crazy.

But I was pretty sure there wasn’t anything that would help with that. Monroe was mine. And I didn’t like guys within fifty feet of her.

Sometimes I didn’t like girls close by either.

I tried to count to ten before I did something insane. But then I decided…fuck it. And I bolted out of the car and strode towards them. ‘Monroe,’ I called out, ‘there you are, baby.’

I reached her side and wrapped my arms around her, my lips hungrily meeting hers.

The kiss was so fucking good.

It was a kiss meant to stake my claim, to remind everyone present that she was mine and no one else’s. My hand slipped down to her ass and I squeezed, wishing, not for the first time, that I could attach myself to her.

Monroe seemed momentarily surprised, but she quickly responded to my kiss. For a second I forgot that I’d gone all caveman for a reason…I was just ready to get home and fuck, because I loved her so much.

I took a deep breath against her lips, a stillness spreading through my veins that only she could give me.

A throat cleared right by us and I remembered we had company.

I cast a sidelong glance at the asshole waiting by us impatiently. His eyes betrayed his emotions—his jealousy was unmistakable. His gaze had darkened, and a flicker of resentment danced in his eyes as he watched us.

I winked at him before reluctantly pulling away, snorting when I saw Monroe’s gaze twinkling with a hint of amusement. She knew exactly what I was doing.

‘Lincoln,’ she said with a smile, ‘meet Professor Williams. We were just discussing the story I’m writing for that creative writing contest I told you about.’

Ah. Professor Williams. He’d been needing to have a lot of one on one meetings with my Monroe lately. But I’d thought he was a woman this whole time for some reason.

“Professor,” I said, lifting my chin at him and not extending my hand for a handshake.

The Professor’s demeanor was as cold as mine was, his lips curved into a subtle smirk that hinted at arrogance.

Ignoring me, the asshole addressed Monroe in a flirty tone, his voice oozing with a subtle hint of suggestiveness. ‘I’ll see you in class, Monroe,’ he said, his eyes lingering on her in a way that was about to see my fist in his face.

Monroe grabbed my hand as if she could sense I was on the edge. “Thanks for the ideas, today,” she said softly before turning her attention back to me.

My jaw tightened, the heat of anger surging within me. The possessiveness that was always simmering inside of me was threatening to boil over. I couldn’t act rational in these situations.

Professor Williams was probably going to be fired soon.

Because “creative writing” was the last thing on that asshole’s mind.

Monroe smiled up at me as we started to walk back to the car, and I immediately softened. “I’ve missed you, dream girl,” I said, rubbing at my chest with the hand that wasn’t holding hers. It was hard to explain how intense these emotions were inside of me. How I missed her even when she was away from me for one minute. If I had it my way, she’d be by my side always, stitched to me forever and ever.

I thought it was healthy that I recognized that was an insane thought.

“You’ve got that crazy gleam in your eyes, Mr. Daniels,” Monroe smirked as I opened the door for her and helped her in, buckling her seatbelt like I always did.

“No idea what you’re talking about, Mrs. Daniels,” I mused, pressing another kiss against her lips because I couldn’t help myself.

Monroe fiddled with Spotify, chatting about her day as I drove us home. I kept my hand on her thigh for the whole drive, unable to leave her alone—not when I was feeling like this.

We pulled into the underground garage and headed up to the penthouse. Our penthouse as I still had to remind her for some reason.

The elevator doors opened but I held her in place, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her towards me. “It’s time for another Christmas surprise,” I told her, smirking at the hitch in her breath as I pressed my hard-on into her soft stomach. “Today I’m teaching you about the wonder of Christmas lights.”

“Teaching me?”

“Yes. We’ve already gone over the wonders of Christmas breakfast. I’m off to a great start on this whole teaching thing.” My hand slipped between her legs, rubbing over the seam of her leggings like only I could. Only I knew everything about her perfect body. Only I knew what made her scream.

Mine.

Having decidedly lost it, I pulled her out of the elevator and down the hall where I’d had a Christmas wonderland of sorts set up in the living room. There was a massive tree against the wall of windows, lit up so brightly you could probably see it from the fucking moon. Lighted garland was strewn all over the room and candles were flickering on the bookshelves and coffee table.

I watched as Monroe stared around the room in complete wonder.

“Wow,” she breathed, her hand coming up to her mouth in awe. “It’s gorgeous.”

“Yes, it is,” I murmured as I stared at her, completely entranced with her beauty. She was even more beautiful to me now than she’d been when I’d first met her.

And obviously every other guy felt that way too.

I let go of her hand and walked over towards the tree where I had pillows set up in a makeshift bed.

“Come here,” I growled. I watched in pleasure as her cheeks blushed and she bit down on her bottom lip.

“Is this part of the lesson…Professor,” she taunted.

Fuck me. I wasn’t going to be able to control myself very long if she was going to play like this.

“Yes it is, Monroe. We have another important part of the lesson to go over,” I purred.

She walked over slowly until she was standing right in front of me.

“Strip,” I commanded, gratification strumming through my veins as she immediately pulled her sweater over her head, revealing an almost see through lacy pink bra that had me almost coming in my pants.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my gaze locked on her perfect tits, her rosy pink nipples peeking through the lace.

Monroe slowly pushed her leggings to the floor, until she was standing in front of me in nothing but her lingerie.

I reached out and squeezed one of her breasts. “Perfect, baby. Absolutely perfect.” I breathed…before I snapped her bra so it fell open, revealing her entire chest.

“Lincoln!” she huffed. “I liked that bra.”

“I’ll buy you another one,” I said distractedly as I tore off her lacy thong next, until she was standing in front of me like I always wanted her to be.

Naked.

And mine.

“What exactly does this have to do with Christmas lights,” she whispered, the pink blush spreading across her whole skin. She rubbed her legs together, and I could see the glint of her arousal on her pussy lips.

She was fucking everything.

I forced myself to keep with the plan and walked a few steps over towards the tree where a coil of Christmas lights was waiting. Picking them up, I went back to Monroe, who was watching me avidly.

“Hold out your wrists,” I demanded in a gruff voice, satisfaction trilling through me once again as she held out her arms obediently.

Slowly, I began to wrap the lights around her wrists and up her arms. One loop went around her neck, and the rest went around her waist until she was completely covered in glittering, glimmering white Christmas lights.

“I did not see this coming,” she giggled, breaking me out of my lust fog for a second.

“All part of the lesson, dream girl,” I murmured as I helped her to the cushions, admiring the sight of the gleaming lights reflected off her bare skin.

“The perfect present.”

Monroe

Lincoln stared down at me, a shocked look on his face like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I also couldn’t believe that I was currently naked…wrapped in a string of Christmas lights that were slowly blinking on and off.

I watched as he lifted his shirt, revealing golden skin and a chiseled tattooed chest that made me feral inside.

Lincoln’s smirk as he removed his shirt told me he knew exactly what I was thinking…and then the bastard pulled on the lights so they tightened further across my skin.

I wondered how this would have gone if he hadn’t gotten jealous of Professor Williams.

Had me being tied up, always been in the plan?

Knowing Lincoln actually—yes.

My clit throbbed as I watched the shift in him, in his gaze…his body—the dominant, possessive, alpha-male coming out to play.

My dominant, possessive, alpha-male.

My soulmate.

“I want to be a little rough, baby,” he murmured, a promise in his voice that told me delicious things were coming my way. He knelt over me and squeezed my breasts, letting out a groan as he did so.

“I keep thinking,” he murmured, almost to himself. “That this need to possess you will lessen… Even a little bit.” He shook his head. “But I think it’s getting stronger.”

Lincoln abruptly grabbed my bound wrists, roughly moving them over my head, securing them even more with one large hand.

His palm pressed against my chest, my heart hammering under his touch as he leaned forward, his lips touching against my ear.

“Tonight I’m going to do everything I want to you,” he said in a deep, dark voice.

I was feeling so lightheaded I was a little afraid I was going to pass out before the fun even began.

My legs rubbed together, and I could feel the trickle of moisture slipping down my thighs as I pressed into his touch.

He grabbed my legs and pulled them over his shoulders. “Everything,” he said roughly, his golden gaze sending tremors across my skin.

Lincoln yanked on the lights and they tightened across my skin, especially around my neck. My breath was coming out in gasps. He moved the lights until they were in between my legs, slowly dragging them through my folds, tiny pinpricks of pain from the light bulbs feeling more like a caress under his dark gaze.

He watched them, and I watched too. The light reflected off my pink lips. He’d pulled his massive dick out of his sweatpants and was slowly jacking himself off from balls to tip as we watched the lights move across my skin.

Lincoln pushed the lights to the side and leaned forward, pressing his nose into my sex and inhaling.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he said with a pleased laugh. “Christmas lights for the win.”

I cried out as his teeth nipped my clit, a sharp sting flashing through me.

I wasn’t even embarrassed about my reaction. I’d long gotten over the fact that anything Lincoln did, I liked.

We certainly weren’t going to include this scene in our Christmas card this year though—not that I was going to send any of those.

Lincoln pushed my legs further apart, dragging the flat of his tongue from ass to clit. “My favorite, favorite thing,” he growled as he did it again, rougher, getting every inch of me with his tongue.

I whimpered and tried to grind against his face but he held me firm, reaching for the lights and pulling them even more, so I had no choice but to stop moving.

His tongue rimmed my opening and then pushed in as my body flushed with need. I felt feverish, pleasure licking up my spine as his nose nudged my clit. My head pushed back into the pillows and whimpers flooded out of my mouth. “Please, please, please,” I begged.

His arms tightened around my legs, his biceps flexing as he pushed harder against me, eating into my core almost desperately. His tongue speared in again and again, thrusting as deep as it could. And through it all he was watching me, his gaze locked on my face.

My heart squeezed in my chest. I couldn’t get over the way he stared at me. I’d thought that I was fine by myself all those years, not realizing I was missing part of my soul. I knew that the need I saw in his eyes was the same that he saw in mine. We were two fucked up parts of the same perfect whole.

“You look really hot right now,” I gasped as the pleasure built.

He growled and sucked on my clit. Harder.

And that was all it took. My entire body clenched, my thighs quivering as an orgasm shot through me. And he drank in everything that I gave him.

Lincoln stood up and pushed down his sweatpants until he was standing there in all of his golden glory. Sometimes I lost my breath just staring at him. The lights from the Christmas tree and the garland were casting even more of a glow about him, so he looked like a fantasy.

Like this actually was all a dream.

The tips of the Christmas lights were digging into my skin, and I was a mess of sensations as he knelt down once more.

“I think I want you to look at the lights as I fuck you. Turn over.” His voice was imperious…demanding.

I gushed at his command and he groaned as I struggled to roll over, my ass in his face as I got on my knees. It was a little difficult with my arms tied up…

“Look at the lights,” he whispered.

And I did. I really looked.

The soft, twinkling glow bathed the room in a gentle, comforting illumination, casting a playful dance of shadows across the walls.

The other lights in the room remained off, allowing the Christmas lights to take center stage. The fireplace crackled softly, sending tendrils of warmth into the air. As I stared at the lights, their soft flickering created a mesmerizing spectacle. They seemed to have a life of their own, a rhythmic pulse that mirrored the beating of my heart.

I realized for the first time that the room was filled with the soft strains of a holiday melody playing in the background, and my gaze traced the patterns of the lights as Lincoln’s tongue dipped up my thighs, lapping up the moisture seeping from my core.

I found myself suddenly LOVING Christmas lights.

Lincoln’s hand abruptly smacked down on my ass and a small orgasm pumped through me.

‘Fuck. You just came,’ he said in an awestruck voice. His nose trailed through my folds and then he pressed a kiss to the cheek he just spanked.

I was still caught off guard from what happened, but there was a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading through my veins. Lincoln made another satisfied noise and he spread my ass cheeks. Taking more long licks from my clit all the way to my asshole. I still squirmed over that, but fuck, it felt amazing.

He slid two fingers slowly into me and I melted into the pillows, the decadent lights around me casting a comforting, magical glow as I submitted to him.

‘That’s it. That’s my good girl.’ He grabbed onto my hips and ate at me ruthlessly until I was falling into another devastating orgasm.

He squeezed my asscheeks again. ‘So fucking perfect.”

His finger slipped out of me, and was instantly replaced by his long dick. At the same time, the cord began to tighten around my neck, slowly cutting off the amount of oxygen that I could inhale.

‘That’s it, sweetheart. We’re just going to play a little bit rougher,’ he soothed in a smooth voice as he rubbed his palm down my spine. He caged me in, angling his cock in and out desperately. With the oxygen deprivation, the world seemed to spin. It felt like I was in an alternate reality, the lights twinkling around me. The cord tightened more, and I gasped for breath as his fingers bit into my hips. He thrust into me hard, and that dark place inside of me, the one that only Lincoln Daniels could fill, it lapped up the mix of pleasure and pain he was giving me.

He thrusted into me, the sound of our smacking skin filling the room, combining with the Christmas music, an erotic tune I never would have imagined.

Every impact forced a cry from my lips and he leaned over and bit down where the back of my shoulder met my neck, almost savagely.

‘I love you. You’re mine. No one else gets to have you but me.’

I couldn’t respond. I was riding that fine line between consciousness and unconsciousness, my oxygen only coming in small sips as his hard body worked behind me, filling me, stretching me, reminding me who owned me.

His hand dipped between my legs and he pressed against my clit, forcing an orgasm out of me as his muscles tensed against my back.

“I love you,” he chanted as he chased his own orgasm, pounding against me until I collapsed against the pillows, unable to hold myself up with the pleasure tearing through me.

The cord tightened again and I was flying, the lights swirling around me as I faded away. Pleasure was still surging across my trembling body as the sparkling Christmas lights faded to black.

I woke up on the floor, Lincoln’s arm heavy across my waist. He’d unwound the lights from around me and we were cuddled up on the pillows under the Christmas tree, the fireplace flames flickering against the walls. Lincoln was tracing what I was pretty sure was his name against my back.

“How do you feel about Christmas lights now?” he murmured.

And after what had just happened…all I could say was…

“I love them.”