The puck boys of fu, p.1
The Puck Boys of FU, page 1
THE PUCK BOYS OF FU
A FAIRFIELD U NOVEL
G.N. WRIGHT
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For the people
who want to be chased
by their stepbrother & his two best friends
A LITTLE NOTE FROM ME TO YOU
Welcome to the world of G.N. Wright!
If you are new to me then thank you so much for taking a chance on one of my books. I hope you enjoy & stay awhile.
If you are already a reader of mine then thank you so much for coming back.
The Puck Boys of FU is the fifth book in the Fairfield U Series.
It is a standalone and can be read and enjoyed alone.
If you have read the previous books in the series then please note that this story takes place in between the end of, and the epilogue of, The Puck Player, so some things that occurred in the epilogue have not yet happened on this timeline.
This is a dark why choose romance, meaning the FMC will end up with multiple love interests and that some of the MMCs will also be in a relationship.
Content warnings include: graphic sexual scenes, including choking, threesomes, foursomes, anal, DVP, submission, praise, degradation, somnophilia, dub con, non con, masks, and questionable games of truth or dare. There are also scenes of partying, drinking and drug use. Murder, stalking, violence, parental death, and mentions of child sexual assault and rape.
Please proceed with caution.
Please also note that some of the side characters in this book with feature in an upcoming series about racers. For that purpose I have created my own racing organization that is mentioned in this book.
PLAYLIST
Expectations - Lauren Jaureguu
Haunted - Taylor Swift
Just Friends - Tim Gallagher
Breathing Underwater - Hot Milk
Afterlife - Holding Absence
What Do You Want - Ex Habit
Can’t Be Friends - Gracey
Dress - Taylor Swift
I’ll Be Good - Jaymes Young
Deadroses - Blackbear
If You Ever Want To Be In Love - James Bay
Nights Like This - Kehlani, Ty Dolla $ign
Bitter Love - Pia Mia
Say Something - A Great Big World, Christina Aguikera
Time - NF
Ruin - Shawn Mendes
Into Hell - I Prevail
Afterglow - Taylor Swift
Sleeptalk - Dayseeker
Bad Habits - Nerv
Feel Me Now - If Not For Me
Hangfire - Wind Walkers
Alkaline - Sleep Token
Stuck In My Head - Sleep Theory
Said & Done - Bad Omens
Dead Talk - Wind Walkers
That Way - Tate McRae
Rain - Sleep Token
Specter - Bad Omens
CONTENTS
Prologue
1. Aurora
2. Harden
3. Aurora
4. Griffin
5. Harden
6. Aurora
7. Everest
8. Aurora
9. Griffin
10. Everest
11. Aurora
12. Harden
13. Griffin
14. Aurora
15. Harden
16. Aurora
17. Everest
18. Aurora
19. Griffin
20. Aurora
21. Harden
22. Everest
23. Harden
24. Griffin
25. Aurora
26. Griffin
27. Harden
28. Everest
29. Aurora
30. Harden
31. Everest
32. Aurora
33. Griffin
34. Aurora
35. Harden
36. Aurora
37. Griffin
38. Everest
39. Aurora
40. Harden
41. Aurora
42. Harden
43. Griffin
44. Aurora
45. Everest
46. Aurora
47. Griffin
48. Harden
49. Everest
50. Aurora
51. Griffin
52. Aurora
53. Harden
54. Everest
55. Griffin
56. Aurora
57. Everest
58. Harden
59. Aurora
60. Griffin
61. Aurora
62. Everest
63. Aurora
64. Harden
65. Everest
66. Aurora
67. Griffin
68. Epilogue
Afterword
Acknowledgments
Also by G.N. Wright
About the Author
They say that when you’re in a deep sleep your body carries out physical repair. Your heart and mind have a period of reduced activity, and so your body works on strengthening itself until it can take away your pain. I guess that’s why there is still a hole in my chest, I never did learn how to sleep through the night. It’s why I’m here, it’s why I watch her, because when she sleeps peacefully, it feels like everything is going to be okay.
I can still remember the day I first met her, which isn’t hard given my eidetic memory, but I knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that we weren’t the same. There was no darkness inside of her, only light, and the closer she got, the bigger the shadow around me grew. She tried her best to infect me with her light of course, that’s just the type of person my stepsister is, she just didn’t realize that every time she smiled at me, the pain inside of me intensified even more.
Now, the only time I allow myself to watch her freely is like this, here in her room, in the middle of the night while she is fast asleep. Her bright, honey-colored hair is a tangled mess across her pillow, and for once her face is bare of that smile of hers that she offers so freely to people. My best friend, Griffin, once said that getting one of her smiles was his favorite thing in the world, and it took everything in me not to make him bleed, and what’s worse? He isn’t even her favorite, my other best friend, Harden, is. If she is the light to my shadows, then to him she is the sun to his whole fucking universe, but that’s okay. It’s not like she can ever be mine anyway, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever allow her to be theirs either.
Tonight is warmer than usual, which means she’s only wearing sleep shorts and a thin cami, and I let my eyes drag along the long length of her legs as they lay tangled in her sheets. She always has been a messy sleeper, even as a child, and the nights she used to sneak into my room during a thunderstorm, she would manage to wreck and wrinkle my entire bed, leaving her mark everywhere. I put a stop to those nights a few years ago, around about the time I realized that the affection I had for her wasn’t the same as what Archer feels. He’s our brother, and unlike me, he actually cares for us like siblings, he sees her as something to protect, not possess, and that’s when I knew I was fucked in the head, because I don’t want to protect her as my sister, I want to possess her as mine.
It’s why I started locking my doors, the one in the hall, and the one that leads to our shared bathroom, because knowing how I felt and having her crawl into my bed when she was scared, was doing something to me that I knew was wrong. Except now here I am, lurking in her room in the middle of the night, like a fucking stalker trying to get his next fix. But I leave for college tomorrow, and I won’t lay eyes on her for four fucking months. The thought only causes that ache in my chest to throb even more intensely, so I take my usual seat in the chair that she has facing her bed, and I watch her.
My obsession with Aurora Gray has been steadily fed for ten fucking years, but for the first time in my life I’m about to go cold turkey. Maybe then I can erase the imprint of her from my fucking soul and move on.
Shadows disappear when they are cast in light, but I’m ready for my light to disappear, and for the darkness to consume me.
ONE YEAR LATER
I’m a good girl. That’s what people always say about me. That I’m kind, sweet, polite, they comment on my good grades and my volunteer work, and say I’m a credit to my family, and most people would agree with that statement, and I am all of those things. There is just one little problem:
I’m in love with my stepbrother. And his two best friends.
That’s not very ‘good girl’ of me now, is it?
Everest Monroe, my stepbrother, my first love, my first enemy. The boy who used to let me sneak into his room during every thunderstorm, now he’s a man who acts like
He came along and it was like our family was finally complete, and with him came his two best friends.
Griffin Blake is the fire to his ice. He’s popular, loud, brash, outgoing, slightly dangerous, and a massive playboy. He’s everything you’d expect from a privileged son born to wealthy parents, and he doesn’t care who knows it.
Harden Haze is their silent sounding board. The boy who gave me my first kiss and stole my heart with nothing but regret. He’s dark, damaged, and doesn’t care if the world and everyone in it burns, as long as he’s the one who can light the match.
The three of them together were my protectors, they cared for me, watched over me, I thought they may have even loved me, but then they left for college and everything changed. It’s been a year of unanswered texts and calls, of not coming home for holidays, acting like I don’t exist. Except now I’m here with them and they can’t avoid me forever. Fairfield is a small town, Fairfield University is even smaller, so they won’t ignore me, not again, not this time.
The party is in full swing by the time I get to their house, because of course it is, they live on Hockey Row, why wouldn’t it be? It’s barely 11pm but there are still people spilling across the lawn, drunkenly talking and making out, and I ignore them all as I stride up the path and push inside. The house isn’t much better, the same house my other brother Archer once resided in. Except now any trace of him and his team has been erased, aside from the hot tub that still sits on the back deck. No, instead it’s my other brother who lives and of course parties here now, him and his friends.
I spy some of their teammates hanging around the kitchen island and living room, their faces familiar enough, but none of them are the three guys I’m looking for. Pushing through the writhing bodies, I grab myself an unopened bottle of beer from an ice bucket, slamming it down on the edge of the counter to crack open the cap, before taking a slow drink and surveying my surroundings. I hate parties, I always have, but after what happened at my mother’s charity event when I was sixteen, I have avoided them altogether, until now that is. No, now I won’t leave until I set eyes on my stupid brother and his dumb friends.
It isn’t long before I hear one of them, not surprised in the slightest that it’s Griffin’s deep laugh, carrying in over the music from the back deck. He always is the life of the party. I follow the familiar sound, trying not to let myself be stunned at the sight of him after so long, I mean, it’s not like I haven’t seen him in pictures. His brown hair still shines bright, even under the dull light of the moon, and his whiskey-colored eyes are sharp even in his no doubt drunken haze. He’s so familiar yet feels like a stranger at the same time, but when his eyes meet mine in surprise, it’s as if the last year apart just melts away.
“Rora,” he yells in both question and greeting, my nickname sounding like a prayer falling from his lips, as he pushes away from the multiple girls that were at his side and strides toward me without pause. I don’t know what I expected when I saw him, but it wasn’t this. When he reaches me, his arms are around me before I can stop them, and he is picking me up and spinning me in his embrace like old times. “Fuck, I missed you.” His words are grunted into my hair, and tears burn the back of my eyes at his admission, because I’ve missed him too, all of them. “But what the hell are you doing here?” he asks, not a hint of hostility in his tone, as he drops me back to my feet and searches my stare with his. “He won’t like this,” he adds quietly, and I can smell the liquor on his breath, burning me almost as much as his last four words.
“Then it’s a good thing I don’t give a fuck what he likes.” My words are curt, as I shove him away from me, only now just catching Harden’s eyes from across the deck, where he sits silently nursing a drink.
Unlike Griffin he doesn’t have a horde of girls around him, even though, with his blond hair and green eyes, he is just as striking as his friend, but it’s as if people can detect the sadness that pours out of him in waves. There is actually a physical gap between him and the nearest person, just how he likes. Except when it used to be us.
I don’t bother holding his stare, as I flick my eyes back to Griffin, noting the bottle of vodka in his hand. “I can see you haven’t changed,” I add, snatching the bottle from between his fingers and draining a few mouthfuls, more than I would in other circumstances, but right now I need the courage.
The sting of the group of girls, now all staring at me because I have stolen the attention of their favorite toy, is rough, and I have to fight not to fidget. Especially when Griffin lets his stare drop down my body slowly. “I wish I could say the same, sweetheart,” he grunts, taking in the short black dress I’m wearing, that I’ve paired with some stiletto boots. It’s nothing like how I used to dress, but I’m not the little girl he remembers. “Come on, let’s go have a game and catch up,” he adds, tossing his arm around my shoulder, nodding at Harden to follow, as he leads us back inside and down to the basement.
For a moment it feels like nothing's changed, but deep down I know everything has.
Like the house, the basement hasn’t changed much, it still has a couple of sofas and a small table, though they are different from the last time I was here, and I’m glad to find a pool table has been added along one of the walls. There are people scattered around, drinking and having fun, just not as many as upstairs, and I find my heart rate settles a little. Especially as Griffin moves to set up the table, his glare alone making those who were already playing abandon their game, as Harden slides up beside me.
He doesn’t say anything of course, and he especially doesn’t touch me or try to hug me or greet me in any manner, but still his silent and unwavering presence next to me is something I’ve missed deeply. He’s always been calm to his own storm and I was always an unwavering mountain that he could never move.
“You stopped writing,” I whisper, trying not to let myself sound too hurt by that fact, and I swear his mask slips just for a second when I look at him, showing a fraction of emotion from his otherwise black heart, before he hides it again without any kind of response. I scoff at his silence, as I tip back more of the vodka, wishing I’d just stayed in my dorm instead and let this fucking wound between us all fester even more.
Ever and I grew up together, our bond was quick, easy, simple, or so I thought, but my bond with his friends was different, slower. It began with Griffin first, as soon as Everest started bringing him over to the house he introduced himself, and I was entranced instantly by his outgoing personality, endless stories, and his slight penchant for danger. He would bring me candy bars and sneak me out of bed to watch the stars down by the pool, all the while telling me he would marry me one day. He would laugh at my jokes and taunt Everest whenever he was in a mood, and would genuinely just make me feel like I was someone’s first choice. He’s my best friend, or at least he was, but he’s also Everest’s too, and that has always been the problem.
With Harden it was slower, quieter, which isn’t a surprise given his disorder. He has selective mutism, which wasn’t as severe when we were younger, but it seems to have gotten worse as the years have gone by. In all the time I’ve known him, I have still only heard him utter a few words or phrases, and it isn’t often, and though I know he talks more in front of the guys, it isn’t much. Our friendship started on Post-It notes. I would sneak them into his bag when he first started coming over, featuring dumb questions like what was his favorite color or movie and stuff, but it soon turned into more. The years went by and the Post-Its turned to letters, one a week, sometimes more if things were really bad for him, but I haven’t received one now in almost ten months, and I pretend it doesn’t break my heart as we stand here without a word left between us.
