All Chapters of Puck Me Hard: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Noah’s POVThe night air was crisp against my flushed skin as I slumped back on the bench, laughing breathlessly. Imogen was curled up beside me, head tilted back as she cackled into the sky."Okay," she gasped, wiping tears from her eyes. "Tonight has been iconic." "I can't believe we walked back and forth three times like idiots.""We're so stupid," she wheezed, and we dissolved into another fit of laughter.Then my phone buzzed.I frowned and pulled it out, blinking against the sudden brightness. 20 profile views. 15 new message requests from the Smashers site."...What the fuck?"Imogen leaned over my shoulder, eyes widening. "Oh my god." She grabbed my arm, shaking it. "I told you! The shirtless pics are bringing them in!"I stared at my screen, baffled. "Already?""Baby, the second a looker like you upload a thirst trap on a hookup site, the floodgates open."I hesitated, then tapped on the message requests. My eyes widened at the sheer number of profile pictures featuring shir

Dorian’s P.O.VCarter had some fucking nerve.Ignoring my texts after running out on me that night like I was some kind of mistake he had to scrub off his skin. This was why I never messed with people like him. And that was the fucking cue I needed to let it go; let him crawl back into whatever straight-boy delusion he was living in and move the fuck on. But anytime I saw his face, all I could think about was how good he’d looked falling apart under me. How easy it would be to make him crack again, and how much I wanted to be the one to do it.But I needed to remember that a game was all this was fucking allowed to mean to me. Get Carter to give into his needs for me, make him fall, and then remind him what it felt like to be stepped on. That was my plan so I wasn’t supposed to take Carter running out on me personally. So why the fuck did it feel personal? It felt as though I was…a dirty secret that Noah was trying to run away from. As I watched him skate onto the ice, still managin

Dorian's P.O.VThe vibration of my phone that I'd somehow shoved beneath my pillow woke me up. and when I looked around, I saw it was already morning. Yawning I picked up my phone and saw it was a notification from Smashr, specifically from DickensDatBooty.Blinking, I opened the message.DickensDatBooty: Sorry for disappearing last night. Pain meds knocked me out.Relief flooded my veins and I pushed out a hot breath, letting my head sink back into the pillow. If been so worried that my plan had already going up in flames and Carter had caught on to the fact that I was cat fishing him. but fucking clearly, everything was still on track. Rubbing the last traces of sleep away from my eyes, I started to thumb out a response, and then deleted it. Redline87 shouldn't know that Noah had an injury on the ice. I had to play dumb.Me: Oh, what happened?A few seconds later, three dots bubbled up and his message came in DickensDatBooty: It's not a big deal. I just fell down some stairs and

Dorian’s P.O.VI crouched behind a stack of gear bags, sweat still clinging to my neck from the game we just fucking smashed. My chest was heaving, high off the win, but I was here searching for Noah because he vanished after the final buzzer. Seeing the man towering over him come into view with Noah just standing there, arms crossed, head-dipped low, and looking like a kicked puppy instead of the smug, golden-boy captain I was used to hating, my throat worked with difficulty and it became increasingly hard to just stand by but I knew I needed to see and hear this.“You are a goddamn embarrassment, Noah,” the guy snarled, his voice gravelly and spiteful. From where I was, I could see his face which was literally an older and more refined version of Noah's. They had the same blue eyes, only his held disdain for a son he was supposed to love while Noah's held...emptiness. “I drove six hours to watch you play, and what do I get? Useless excuses from you. Concussion and a Knee sprain? eve

Noah's P.O.V A week after that book conference, I had just finished my last class of the day and was making my way down the corridor, contemplating a day in the gym to test how strong my knees had gotten, that's even if they healed at all, when a rough hand grabbed my arm and yanked me sideways. My back hit the wall of an empty classroom before I even had time to react. My brain stuttered, heart slamming into my ribs as I half-expected to see Dorian standing there, green eyes glaring at me. But it was Jaxon and he looked furious than I'd ever seen him in my life. “When the fuck were you planning to tell me?" He was breathing hard, eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place, and my first instinct was to shove him off me. “What the hell is your problem?” I demanded, shaking off my disorientation. “Jesus, Jax, what is—” “The locks,” He stepped closer, his sneakers squeaking on the tile. “The locks to your apartment, Noah. They’ve been changed.” For a moment, I just blinked at