Page 27 of Pucking the Team

As I watch Emma pull her panties back on, my mind is racing.

There’s something familiar about Emma, a nagging sense of deja vu I can’t quite place. Her smile, the way she watches me with those bright blue eyes…it’s like a half-remembered dream.

And then it hits me all at once.

Emma Collins.

The daughter of the late, great Blizzards head coach. The girl who was always at our junior league games with stars in her eyes. Barely a teenager back then, now all grown up into a woman who loves hockey almost as much as I do.

I pause in the act of doing up my belt, stunned by the realization.

Emma must sense my sudden hesitation because she glances over at me with curiosity in her eyes.

“Everything okay, Alex?” she asks tentatively.

I shake myself out of my daze and nod, giving her what I hope is a reassuring smile. “Yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought for a moment there.”

She studies me a beat longer before shrugging and turning back to Lukas, who is watching our exchange with a slight frown. He meets my gaze over the top of Emma’s head, one eyebrow raised in silent question.

I just shake my head minutely. Now is not the time or place to get into my realization.

Besides, what difference does it really make? So Emma is Coach Collins’ daughter—that doesn’t change anything about the undeniable chemistry and attraction between us. If anything, it only makes her more intriguing to me.

There must be a reason why she doesn’t want people to know.

Lukas clears his throat. “So, should we all, uh, talk about that?”

Emma glances between Lukas and me, her cheeks flushing an adorable pink. “Um, yeah, I guess we probably should talk, huh?” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. “I mean, what we just did was pretty intense.”

“Intense but fucking hot,” Lukas says with a roguish grin. He pulls Emma closer against his chest. “Personally, I wouldn’t mind a second go sometime soon.”

I chuckle at his bluntness even as a flare of possessiveness rises in me at the sight of him holding her so intimately.

Seeing them together like that, I’m struck by how right they look. Emma fits perfectly in Lukas’s arms, her petite frame dwarfed by his larger one. They’re a matched set—both charming, vivacious, full of life and passion.

“We definitely need to discuss what just happened,” I say, trying to interrupt their intimate moment. “But not now. Let’s sleep on it. Right now, we should probably get out of this conference room that reeks like sex before someone from the cleaning team stumbles upon us and gets us all in trouble.”

Emma nods, biting her lip. “You’re right. This is hardly the place for this conversation.” She extracts herself from Lukas’s embrace and smooths down her skirt, taking a deep, steadying breath. “It’s late, I should get home anyway.”

Lukas looks like he wants to protest, but I give him a warning look.

We need to handle this carefully. The last thing any of us needs is rumors spreading around the organization about what just went down between the three of us.

Emma gathers her things and heads for the door. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to stop her, to pull her back into my arms and never let go.

But I just stand there like an idiot as she slips out into the hallway. The soft click of the door closing behind her sounds deafening.

“Well. That was a buzzkill,” Lukas mutters.

The drive back to the loft with Lukas is a blur. My mind keeps replaying the events in the conference room on a torturous loop—Emma’s sweet gasps as Lukas fingered her, the mind-blowing sensation of her hot little mouth wrapped around my cock…

I white-knuckle the steering wheel, trying to will away the semi pressing insistently against my zipper. When we finally pull into the underground garage, I’m wound tighter than a fucking spring.

As we step into the empty loft, I feel a rush of relief that Slade isn’t home.

Lukas heads straight for the liquor cabinet, pulling out an expensive bottle of bourbon. He pours us each a generous glass before handing me one, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Well, I guess that settles it,” he says, amusement lacing his voice. “Turns out, Emma wants both of us.”

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