The Puck Chase (Fairfield U #3)

24. Daemon

S leep has evaded me almost every night for the last week, and I wish I could say it was due to Jasper’s surprise visit to the rink. I mean, that would be normal, right? I’ve not seen my brother for almost three years, and the last time I did it wasn’t exactly under good circumstances, so it would be understandable. Or maybe, even the harrowing news he brought, about our father being granted a parole hearing. That would drive anyone crazy. Yet the only thing keeping me awake is my fucking teammate.

First, it was the scent of him in my bed, the reminder of his presence keeping me from my slumber for almost three days, but now, it’s the lack of it. My sheets no longer smell like him, and I should be fucking happy about it, I wanted him gone and he’s gone. There have been no more texts, no more taunts, and I should be able to forget all about him. So why can’t I? Why am I laying in bed wishing he were here to stain my sheets again?

After what happened in the locker room on Saturday, we were both called into Coach’s office on Monday morning so he could yell at us. I’m not sure what Archer said to him, but when it was my turn I took all the blame, assuring him nothing like that would happen again. Thankfully, Coach is familiar with some of my background, and tends to give me a little leeway as a result, so I thought that would be the end of it until the new year, that I could avoid Archer and things could go back to normal, but of course I was wrong. There is no avoiding him, no ignoring him, I have learned that lesson many times. I mean, fuck, I punched him in the fucking face and still he came back for more.

So I think it’s safe to say, when it comes to one another, we are both well and truly fucked in the head.

It’s Christmas Eve, and after sharing a quiet breakfast with Josh, Hallie, and the other guys from the house, I thought I would once again try and get some sleep, but of course it’s impossible. I hate Christmas almost as much as I hate Thanksgiving, and some might call me miserable, but those people have never spent their holidays alone, or worse, beaten to a bloody pulp. Most of the time I find it easy to accept that I’m alone in this world, that I have no family I can rely on, but even the strongest people still get lonely sometimes.

Hallie was gracious enough to invite me to go with her and Josh tomorrow, to spend Christmas with her parents, but I politely declined. As much as I have gotten used to her presence, given her recent marriage to my best friend, I would still feel like a burden if I were to interrupt her Christmas. So the plan is to spend the day alone, like I have done for the last few years, and try not to think about the last Christmas I got to share with my little brother.

When I hear the slam of the front door, I sigh, giving up on trying to sleep completely, I’m too wired. Tossing the covers aside, I pull on a hoodie and some sweats, before I head downstairs with the plan of cooking something to help me focus and relax. What I don’t expect to find, is my best friend fucking his wife in the middle of the living room. Josh is sitting in the armchair with Hallie writhing in his lap, moaning freely, and I freeze on the spot, taking them in unnoticed.

“Fuck, this god damn jersey,” Josh groans deeply, watching himself sink inside of her, and still I don’t move. Fuck . What should I do? I mean, I know I should leave, it’s my best friend and his fucking wife, but fuck, do they look good together. “Do you have any idea how fucking good it feels to fuck my wife while our last name is spread across your back?” he grunts, fisting his jersey, and pulling it tight against her, as Hallie continues to grind in his lap, completely lost to the pleasure he is giving her. “You look so fucking good in it, Hals,” he adds, and I know he means it, that this whole thing is no longer a means to an end for him, and I wonder if he realizes his fake wife feels the same.

Hallie’s eyes flick to the window, and it’s only when she speaks that I realize the door slam I heard was Landon and Levi leaving to go home for the holiday. “Joshua, they could still catch us,” she gasps, as Josh brings his chest to her back, and before I can make a decision to leave, his stare collides with mine.

A smirk crosses his mouth, as he brings his hands to her tits, playing with her nipples through the fabric of his jersey, and though I can’t see anything, it’s erotic as fuck. “Someone already has,” he grunts in her ear, fucking her roughly, and even if I wanted to move, I can’t, not when his stare has me completely entrapped. Especially when his hand closes around her throat, and he tips her chin until her stare can join his.

Fuck. She doesn’t look embarrassed, or even shy. Instead she looks intrigued, and my mind is instantly transported to Archer. I remember what it was like to find him in my room, and in the hot tub, there was no hesitation, no pausing, he just continued to chase his pleasure, enjoying my presence as much as I enjoyed his. A pleasure that calls to me like nothing ever has before, and even with the show in front of me, I still wish it was him instead. Something that has never happened before when I’ve been enjoying the pleasure of watching somebody.

I flick my stare back to Josh, who is still watching me, his hand flexing around his wife’s throat possessively, which isn’t necessary. There is only one person I want right now, and he isn’t here, yet still we communicate silently, and I contemplate leaving, but then my best friend commands, “Stay.” I see Hallie’s stare flare in surprise, but her husband only smirks, as he adds, “Daemon likes to watch.”

Of course the prick knows that, and it’s only then that Hallie’s eyes flash with something else, her smile mirroring her husband’s, as she whispers, “I know, I remember.” I almost frown, wondering what she is talking about, until she adds, “He was there during truth or dare. He watched as Alexander dared Archer to kiss me.”

My cock throbs at the reminder, especially now that I know for myself how good he tastes. I wasn’t even aware she saw me during the kiss, my sole focus was on Archer alone, and honestly, if she wasn’t currently married to my best friend, I would probably be pissed at her about it, but I know she didn’t kiss him by choice. Just like I know he only did it to get under my skin. Of course, my best friend’s hand tightens around her throat again at the reminder, hating Archer Gray more than I could ever pretend to, and the thought only gets my blood pumping even harder.

“Does my wife want to play again?” Josh asks, slipping his hand beneath her jersey, and from the rhythmic movements of the fabric, and her little gasps of pleasure, I can only presume he is toying with her clit. Something that would have once had me desperate to do the same, but I can’t remember the last time I wanted someone that wasn’t him . “Truth or dare, Hallie?” Josh adds in question, my cock no longer the only thing that is throbbing, as my heart begins to thrash against my ribcage.

Truth or dare.

This fucking god damn game is always getting me into trouble.

“Truth,” Hallie gasps, making her husband smirk, and it’s only now that I fully understand them as a couple.

Josh is like me; dark, disturbed, tainted by his father’s sins, yet here writhes the epitome of sunshine in his lap, and somehow they just fucking work. I know it’s all forced and pretend to them, but even if they can’t see it yet, I know they are perfect for one another. His past doesn’t matter, his downfalls, his mistakes, Hallie sees them all and loves him anyway. Is it possible that Archer and I could have the same? Could my broken and bruised puzzle pieces fit into his shiny and bright ones?

My mind is lost to the possibilities, my cock desperate for someone who isn’t here, even as I watch them, as Josh responds, “Do you like my best friend watching you? Do you like knowing you belong to me, and that I can own you like this? Do you like feeling his eyes trail over you while you ride my cock like a fucking goddess, knowing I won’t let him or anyone else touch you?”

That’s what it all boils down to, doesn't it? Possession. Finding the one person you can be yourself with. Showing them all your scars and hoping they don’t run away. It’s why Josh doesn’t care that I am watching him as he fucks his wife, because he knows he owns her, and I’m not talking about her body. He owns her heart, her mind, she belongs to him, and he belongs to her, and nothing or no one can get in the way of that, not even the sins of his father.

“Yes, yes, yes, I like it,” Hallie moans, unashamed to admit that, as her eyes dance back to mine, and unlike every other time I have watched someone fuck, I feel nothing.

Well, that’s not true, I feel a lot of things, but all of them are for him. My fucking teammate, the man who has been the bane of my fucking existence for three fucking years. He’s chaotic and loud, brash and annoying, and sometimes downright infuriating, but now I realize I am addicted to him, and no matter how hard I try to push him away, he circles back every time.

“Good girl,” Josh praises Hallie, his eyes now also back on mine, and I see the moment he decides he is going to push this, as sure as I am that he sees the look in my eyes, knowing deep down what it’s for. Who it’s for . “I dare you to come on my cock while my best friend watches,” he demands, not waiting for her response before he starts pounding into her at a relentless pace. One I want to mirror, but not with her, with him .

I want to own Archer, the same way Josh is owning Hallie. I want to fuck him, claim him, own him, fucking possess every single thing about him, until he belongs to me and only me. And what’s stopping me? It’s why I move the second Josh commands Hallie’s stare back to him. I don’t want to watch them, as hot and erotic as they both are, it seems there is only one person I want to see get off, and his name is Archer fucking Gray.

Storming from the edge of the living room, I head straight to the front door, not even grabbing any shoes, as I exit the house and dart across the street. My fist is banging against the door before I can stop myself, and when Nova opens it, I don’t even hesitate in pushing past him, my eyes scanning the downstairs and coming up empty.

“Which room is Archer’s?” I ask, already marching towards the stairs.

“Second one on the left,” he calls out to my back, and I nod at Maddie and Reign who are sitting at the kitchen island, as I pass while they stare at me in confusion. “You’re not here to punch him again, are you?” Nova adds, and I don’t bother with a response, taking the stairs two at a time in search of my teammate’s room.

When I find it, I burst inside without knocking, startling him a little, his eyes going wide, as I slam the door behind me and stalk toward him. He’s in the middle of packing, no doubt getting ready to leave and visit his perfect fucking family, but all I can focus on is him. Wearing only black sweats, he looks fresh from the shower, his golden skin still slick, and his sandy hair still dripping, as my eyes track up the art on his chest until I meet his stare.

“Daemon, what are you…” His words are cut off, as I push him against his desk and claim his mouth in a searing kiss.

Fuck. He tastes just as perfect as I remember, and even though my heart begins to beat faster and my cock begins to throb harder, my mind seems to quiet completely. His mouth is on mine and suddenly, nothing else matters, not my past, not my failures, and not my fucking father. I kiss him roughly, molding his mouth with mine, before letting my teeth sink into his bottom lip and pulling a sharp groan from the back of his throat.

I pull away to catch my breath, as he stares at me in a mixture of lust and confusion, the bag he was in the middle of packing now spilled out and discarded at our feet. Then before I can open my mouth to tell him why I’m here, his lips are back on mine, capturing my mouth in a demanding kiss, and any thoughts of what I was going to say are lost to his touch.

Pulling his body against mine, I press him harder into his desk, not leaving an inch of space between us, as I devour his mouth with my own. One of my hands goes straight to his throat, so I can guide his head back, and the other moves to his hip, holding him tightly against me. Only then do I deepen the kiss, forcing my tongue into his mouth, and curling it around his.

A satisfied grunt leaves him, as he kisses me back like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and when his tongue tangles with mine, everything just feels right. He pants against me, claiming my mouth just as harshly as I am claiming his, kissing me obsessively, eagerly, and all I can do is kiss him back even harder.

I can feel his desire for me pressing against my own, and all it does is make me even crazier. I roll my hips the same way I did on Halloween, forcing my aching cock to graze against his, pulling another grunt from his throat, as his hands fly to my hips, desperately trying to move me against him. Ripping my lips away, I drop my forehead to his, breathing in his scent, as our hips move in sync, his eyes still perplexed slightly, but it doesn’t stop him from chasing his pleasure.

“Do you have any idea how fucking crazy you make me,” I pant, rubbing our cocks together, the look in his eyes undoing me completely. “I haven’t slept a fucking wink because of your scent in my god damn bed, it’s drove me fucking insane,” I grit angrily, desperately aching for more, but all the cocky prick does, is smile.

“Sounds like you're obsessed with me, Forbes,” he muses, his voice coming out a little breathy, and I swear he knows the effect he has on me. Yet still he insists on pushing my fucking buttons.

“What did I tell you about my fucking name?” I snap, my cock begging for more, begging for him, begging for anything he will give me.

“Oh you are definitely obsessed with me, Daemon ,” he purrs, dragging out my name, and I roll my hips even faster, my fingers digging into the skin around his throat until I can feel his rapidly beating pulse.

“You made me obsessed with you,” I clap back instantly, pulling his mouth back to mine without pause, claiming it once more. There are no more words, as I push him further into his desk, spreading him wider, as I rut against him, wishing I was fucking him. When he pulls back, he groans, long and deep, the sound vibrating off my bones, and fuck do I want more. “We both know I can make you come like this,” I taunt, not stopping the rough rocking of my hips, as I trail my tongue down his throat. “But it’s not enough for you, is it?” I ask, nipping and sucking the skin of his neck, until his hands are fisted in my shirt, pulling me even closer.

His head is already shaking before I’ve even finished speaking, as he continues to press up against my body, meeting me thrust for thrust. “I need more,” he pants, barely gasping out his words, and fuck, when he sounds like that I would give him the whole fucking world if I could.

“I’ve got you,” I whisper, slowing the movement of our hips, grinding our cocks together in sync until his moans turn pained.

My breaths come in quick pants, my cock leaking and throbbing, as I glide my hands to his hips, gripping his waistband, and then slowly sliding them down his hips until I can free his dick. Then I push back slightly, his eyes following every movement of my hand, as I release my own cock and give it a slow, leisurely stroke. Both our tips are stained in pre-cum, and fuck I want to lick him clean, the taste of him still so fresh on my tongue that it makes me feel dizzy.

Reaching forward, I align us both, spreading our arousal down our shafts until they are completely coated. Only then do I lean back over him, spitting directly onto our crowns and soaking us thoroughly, as Archer groans at the sight. “Fucking hell, that’s hot,” he moans, his breath hitching as I stroke us both together slowly. “You drive me fucking crazy too,” he hisses, his eyes fixed on the movement of my hand, as I jerk us both off at the same time.

“Good, because you’re fucking mine now, Archer. I own you and I own your fucking pleasure,” I warn him, stroking us a little harder, but he just nods at every single one of my words, like he has been desperate to hear them. “I’m going to stroke you, suck you, and fuck you, until you remember me, and only me,” I demand, as his head drops back, revealing the line of red marks I have just left on his throat.

“Fuck, Daemon,” he drags out on a moan, and all I can do is smile, as he starts to fuck up into my fist.

The feel of his dick, rubbing against mine, is unlike anything I have ever felt. My entire body is pulsing with need and desire, at the sound of my name falling from his lips. “That’s it, good fucking boy, say my name, tell me who’s making you feel good,” I curse, swiping my thumb across our crowns, spreading more of our pre-cum messily over our tips. “Come on, Arch, tell me how good your cock feels rubbing against mine, tell me how much you want me to suck it again.”

“So fucking good, Daemon, so fucking much,” he breathes out desperately, spurring me on to jerk us faster and tighter, pulling more moans from him, and fuck, I can’t believe I have been denying myself this for so long.

Grabbing the back of his neck, I pull his head down, kissing him again, more urgently this time, claiming him completely. I kiss, and bite, and suck, all the while fucking my hand with our cocks, until I feel like I might pass out from the pleasure. It’s all too much, he’s too much, he always has been, yet still I want more. I want him, all of him, I want this. I want my hand wrapped around us, fucking us both, I want his cock in my mouth, and mine in his. I want him spread out beneath me, while I show him how good it would feel for me to be buried deep inside of him, until he is shaking and sweating, and begging for more.

Every thought is sweet and delicious torture, as his slick body moves against my own, pushing me into the abyss of him before I can even grasp what is happening. “I’m gonna fucking come,” I choke out, squeezing us tighter, stroking my fist even faster. “Come for me, Archer, come all over my cock and show me who you belong to,” I demand, as my own release bursts from the end of my dick, coating my fingers and our cocks in long ropes of pleasure, but I don’t stop. My hand doesn’t falter for a second, stroking my cum along our shafts, as I grit against his mouth. “Come on, baby, give it to me.”

“Oh fuck,” he hisses, rutting into my hand until he explodes, his orgasm pulsing from his cock and covering my fingers until we are both panting, breathless, and satisfied, but still I slam my mouth back to his.

Our kiss is slow this time, sensual, as I enjoy the soft press of his mouth against mine, letting myself have something that is just for me, and only me. When I eventually pull back, I can’t help but breathe him in. His eyes are wide, some confusion still lingering there, and I push back off him, bringing my fingers to my lips and licking them clean, as he watches me warily.

“Want to tell me what that was?” he asks, slowly pushing off his desk and tucking himself away, as I watch him silently, and suddenly, I don’t know what to say.

“We can talk when you get back,” I start, nodding towards his stuff spilled out on the floor, and all he does is smile at me again like I’m crazy, as I back away towards his door.

“I thought you didn’t want me?” he asks cockily, looking sexier than I have ever fucking seen him, and I can’t help but return his smirk.

“And I thought you already realized I am a liar,” I grunt, before turning on my heel and slipping out his door, leaving behind the sounds of his laughter.

Archer Gray might make me fucking crazy, but at least I know I can do the same to him.