These Pucking Boys: Part Two, page 1
part #2 of This Pucking Love Series
THESE PUCKING BOYS
PART TWO
THIS PUCKING LOVE
BOOK 2
MICHELLE HERCULES
These Pucking Boys: Part Two © 2024 by Michelle Hercules
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CONTENTS
1. Jake
2. June
3. June
4. Ryan
5. Lachlan
6. June
7. June
8. Jake
9. June
10. Lachlan
11. Jake
12. Ryan
13. June
14. June
15. June
16. June
17. Jake
18. June
19. June
20. Ryan
21. Lachlan
22. June
23. June
24. Jake
25. Lachlan
26. Ryan
27. June
28. Ryan
29. June
30. Lachlan
31. June
32. June
33. Jake
34. June
35. June
36. Ryan
37. June
38. Lachlan
39. June
40. Jake
41. June
42. Ryan
43. Jake
44. June
45. Jake
46. June
47. Lachlan
48. June
49. June
50. Jake
51. June
52. Ryan
53. June
Epilogue
About the Author
CHAPTER 1
JAKE
My ears are ringing, and my heart is beating like a stampede. The pilot told us to brace for impact, so Lachy and I turtle up in our seats. A sense of desperation hangs in the air as curses and pleas are whispered throughout the cabin.
“Bloody hell. This is it, Jake,” Lachy grumbles. He sounds more annoyed than afraid.
“Shut up. It’s not the end,” I retort, then close my eyes and clench my jaw so tight that it hurts. I can hear murmurs and prayers all around me, but my lips don’t move. My body is locked tight.
A second later, the foulest smell hits my nose, followed by laughter. I know that stench all too well.
“For fuck’s sake, Lachy!”
“Sorry, lad. All that beer turned me into a propane tank.”
“Hold it in!”
He chuckles. “I can’t! Look at the bright side. We’ll die instantly when I go off.”
I hit his arm. “You’re not gonna die.”
Lachy doesn’t hold it in, and the more he farts, the more he laughs. I keep complaining, but I’m laughing too. It’s better than worrying that we might have only a few seconds left to live.
When the plane touches down, it immediately bounces back up. It might have hit the ground going too fast. My body shoots upward, and if it weren’t for the seat belt, I would have probably hit the ceiling. The plane drops again, hard, and the entire structure rattles. I feel the impact deep in my bones. I’m afraid the plane will break into pieces, but besides the loud whirring noise, it remains whole. Lachy grunts next to me, but that’s all he does. Now, it’s just a matter of not crashing into anything.
Suddenly, my body lurches forward. The pilot has activated the brakes. After a moment that seems to go on forever, the plane finally stops, but my heart keeps beating at breakneck speed. The silence is deafening. I think everyone thought this was the end, and the reality we survived hasn’t yet sunk in.
When I sit up straight, my pulse is still roaring in my ears. Lachy is upright as well. We look at each other.
“We’re alive?” he asks.
“I think so.” I punch his arm. “Yup.”
He tosses his head back and shouts. “We’re alive, motherfuckers!”
His outburst is met with shouts and whistles. I unbuckle my seat belt and stand. Banksy is behind me, and he’s out of his seat too, sporting the biggest smile. “Fuck me. I think I peed my pants.”
A moment later, Coach Haagen makes his way toward us, his face as white as a sheet of paper. “Everyone all right?”
“Yes, Coach.” It’s the unanimous answer from everyone.
“Good.” He nods, still looking frazzled.
The pilot makes an announcement. We’ve landed near Taos, New Mexico, and they’re in communication with the nearby airport tower. I look out the window, but I can’t see a damn thing. It’s pitch black outside. Rescue is on its way, but because of our location, they don’t know how long it’ll take for them to reach us.
I pull out my phone but freeze when I don’t know who to call first—June or Ryan. As if reading my mind, Lachy says, “I’ll call June. You call Ryan.”
“Okay.” I press on his name, but I can’t get through. “Shit. There’s no signal.”
“Me neither,” Lachy replies.
I glance at Banksy and find him glowering at his phone too. “Hell, I got nada. Maya must be freaking out.”
“It seems we’re in a dead zone, boys,” Coach Haagen tells us. “Don’t worry. The authorities know we’ve landed safely. They’ll pass on the message to the organization and your families.”
“Do they know about the emergency landing?” I ask.
Coach Haagen runs his fingers through his thinning hair. “I was able to email my wife during our descent. They know.”
Shit. Why didn’t I think about doing the same? There was Wi-Fi on the plane, but panic overrode everything.
“All there is to do now is sit tight and wait,” he adds.
“And drink.” Lachy steps into the aisle.
“No more beer for you, jackass.”
“That was Lachy?” Banksy widens his eyes. “Jesus, does NATO know you’re a walking chemical weapon?”
He smirks. “Don’t worry, lads. I’m sticking to whiskey this time.”
CHAPTER 2
JUNE
I end the kiss, but Ryan doesn’t let me go far. He traps my face between his hands and presses his forehead against mine. “Please, stay with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere…. but I need to speak with Melissa.”
On cue, my phone rings. Ryan releases me, and I quickly return to the living room where I left it.
“It’s her,” I say through the lump in my throat, then I answer it. “Melissa… Ryan just told me. Please tell me you have good news.”
“Nothing yet. We’ve notified the families, and some are coming to the training facility to wait together.”
My heart squeezes so tight I can barely breathe. “I-I’d like to come too.”
“Of course. How’s Ryan?”
I glance at him and find him pacing in the entry foyer, pulling his hair back at the strands with one hand. “He’s freaking out,” I whisper.
“I thought as much. He didn’t even let me finish talking.”
My eyes prickle. I’m feeling wretched, but I can’t begin to imagine his agony. Jake and Lachy are his family.
“How are you?” I ask.
“I’m a mess, but I have faith they’re okay.”
“What exactly happened? How can a plane vanish?”
“The tower lost contact with them after the pilot said he needed to make an emergency landing.” Her voice trembles at the end of the sentence.
I cover my mouth. “Oh God.”
Ryan stops and whips his face to me. “What?”
I shake my head, fighting back my tears. I have to remain strong for him. “Melissa is just filling me in. It’s nothing you don’t already know.”
“We’re hoping they’re just in an area without phone coverage,” Melissa continues.
“Where are they exactly?”
“They were flying over New Mexico.”
I hug my middle, hoping it’ll ease the ache in my stomach. Winston rubs his body against my leg and whines as if sensing my distress.
“There are a lot of remote areas in New Mexico. They must be out of range. That has to be it,” I say.
“Yes, it has to be. So I’ll see you soon then?”
“Yeah. We’ll leave now.”
Ryan frowns. “Where are we going?” He seems calmer, but his eyes are still red, his cheeks moist from the tears.
“To the training facility to wait for news there.”
He nods. “Good. Could you drive? I don’t think I should.”
My nerves are shot, but out of the two of us, I’m in a better state of mind to get behind the steering wheel.
“Yeah. I can drive.” I step into his personal space and take his hand. This close to him, I have to tilt my head to look into his eyes. “Everything will be okay, Ryan. I promise.”
He squeezes my hand, then laces his fingers with mine. “I believe you, Peaches. Let’s go.”
I’m glad there’s barely any traffic at this hour. I don’t go over the speed limit, but because we’re so
My pulse beats at breakneck speed, and as Ryan and I walk, holding hands, toward the meeting room where everyone is gathered, my heart is about to leap from my chest.
Heads turn in our direction, and belatedly, I realize how my showing up with Ryan like this looks. For all intents and purposes, I’m dating Jake, even though I never confirmed that. Wendy’s eyes are red and puffy, but her gaze drops to my and Ryan’s linked hands. I don’t pull away from him though. She can think whatever she wants.
Melissa strides toward us, and before she can say anything, I ask, “Any news?”
“Not yet.”
The vise around my heart tightens, making it harder to breathe. Ryan releases my hand to throw his good arm around my shoulder and pull me closer to him.
No sooner does she speak than someone’s phone rings, and everyone stops talking at once. A tall guy I don’t remember seeing before answers the phone. His face is solemn as he listens to the call, and the expression lines on his forehead become more obvious.
A moment later, the tension around his mouth lessens. “Thank you.”
Melissa takes a step toward him, holding her phone against her chest. “And?”
He looks at her, and I can read the relief in his eyes. “They’re okay. The plane landed safely.”
Shouts of celebration erupt in the room. Some people get up from their seats, and others hug. I watch everything in a daze. They’re okay. Ryan turns me around and hugs me tightly, jolting me back to the here and now.
“They’re alive, Peaches,” he whispers against my neck.
I hug him back, pressing my face against his broad chest. His heart is not beating; it’s galloping at full speed. I close my eyes and take a deep breath of his scent, forgetting where I am. I move only when someone taps me on the shoulder. Melissa.
I step away from Ryan, and embarrassment makes my face hot. I sense people staring—I guess one of them is Wendy—but I focus on Melissa and her bright eyes. She’s holding back tears, and that snaps my self-control. I hug her, already crying. But they’re happy tears. My boys are okay, and they’re coming back to me.
CHAPTER 3
JUNE
I need a moment alone to compose myself. The trip to the nearest restroom is uneventful, and I appreciate the fact that Ryan didn’t insist on accompanying me. My face is still super red, even though I stopped crying a few minutes ago. I splash cold water on it, hoping it will help, but there’s nothing I can do about my puffy eyes.
My mind is spinning like a top. The scare of almost losing Jake and Lachy was a wake-up call. I’ve fallen hard for them and Ryan. That’s a truth I’ve known for a while, but I was desperately trying to deny or explain it as pure lust. There’s attraction, but there’s also a visceral feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me that if I can’t be with them, I’ll never be complete again.
I leave the restroom in a daze. I have to tell them how I feel. I’m done being afraid of what will happen when I confess. I don’t want to be a fun and casual thing anymore. I want them in my life for the long haul, even though it’s crazy and most people won’t understand.
My heart squeezes tight. What if they don’t feel the same way about me? I might lose everything when I lay all my cards on the table.
Suddenly, someone grabs my arm and yanks me into a room. I yelp, but Ryan’s mouth silences me. It’s a fast and hard kiss that leaves me breathless, nonetheless. He pulls back and stares into my eyes. There are so many emotions swirling in them that I can’t pick them apart. But the fire in his gaze is undeniable, and it melts my bones.
“Ryan...”
He presses his index finger over my lips. “Shhh.” Then he reaches behind me to lock the door.
Finally, I see where we are—the locker room. I bet many women fantasize about being alone with a hockey player in here, and I’m living the dream. The butterflies in my stomach awaken with a vengeance as desire spreads through my body like wildfire.
Ryan takes my hand and steers me to his bench. His name is written on a plaque right below the top shelf. I don’t ask questions, nor do I wait for him to kiss me again. When he turns to me, I grab his face between my hands and slant my mouth over his, desperate for more.
Ryan’s tongue is hungry and savage, just like mine. I don’t care that he still hasn’t explained why he bailed on me yesterday or showed up drunk in the middle of the night. I want—no, I need—to feel his body pressed against mine, to melt into him until I don’t know where I end and he begins.
His arm is still in the sling, which prevents me from getting as close to him as I would have. But his free arm loops around my waist possessively, and when he grabs my shirt and twists the fabric tight, I know it’s time to get rid of our clothes. I want everything from him tonight.
I pull back but keep his face trapped between my hands. “I need you, Ryan.”
“Good, Peaches, because I’m burning for you like I’ve never burned for anyone else.”
My heart swells with emotion. The confession coming from Ryan is akin to a love confession. I release his face so I can unzip his jeans. Ryan kisses me again, deep and slow, but when my fingers curl around his shaft, he groans and bites my lower lip.
“You drive me wild, gorgeous,” he murmurs against my mouth.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” I drop to my knees, keeping my eyes locked with his, and free his cock.
Ryan’s eyes become hooded while he runs his fingers through my hair. I lick his length, and he immediately twists a lock of hair tighter around his fist. “Your tongue feels amazing.”
I smile but don’t reply with words. Instead, I wrap my mouth around his head and run circles over his sensitive skin. Ryan grunts, keeping his hold on my hair. I can sense he wants to take control and fuck my mouth, but he lets me have some fun first. I take my time savoring him and watching his face contort with pleasure. His sweet-agony expression turns me on like nothing else—any slight friction between my legs would probably make me come.
“Peaches… don’t torture me.”
I wink before I deep-throat the hell out of him. Ryan throws his head back and lets out a loud groan—the veins in his neck bulge. If I weren’t busy sucking him, I’d lick the column of his neck, maybe bite a little like a damn vampire girl. He looks at me again and moves his pelvis, pulling out of my mouth just a bit before pistoning back in. I let him take over because Ryan fucking my mouth is a marvelous sight.
We don’t break the connection, and now I can read the different emotions in his gaze. Lust, desperation, and maybe even love. I could be projecting, but I don’t care. I’m choosing to believe that Ryan is as much in love with me as I am with him.
“You suck me so well, Peaches. I’m gonna come in your dirty mouth, and you’ll drink every single drop.”
He seems to grow harder as he moves faster and faster. Ryan’s viselike hold on my hair is painful, but I love every second of it. I need release, so I slide my hand inside my sweatpants, finding my clit slick and throbbing. It won’t take much to come.
When Ryan’s hot cum fills my mouth, my orgasm hits me as well. Involuntarily, I close my eyes, riding my wave of pleasure while I suck Ryan dry.
He pulls out quickly before I’m done, making me open my eyes in surprise.
“It’s my turn now, Peaches.”
