Page 64 of Pucking the Team

Emma bites her plump lower lip, unconvinced. “Still, I hate seeing you hurt like this. And I can’t help but feel like this has something to do with me.”

I reach out with my good arm and pull Emma close, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. “Hey, none of that. This isn’t on you, understand? The only thing you’re guilty of is being so damn irresistible that you’ve got three NHL players and one of their coaches acting like lovesick fools.”

Emma lets out a watery chuckle against my chest. “Maybe I should institute a no fighting over me at work clause.”

“Not a bad idea,” I agree wryly, tilting her chin up so I can look into those captivating eyes. “But for the record, I don’t regret a single second with you, Emma. No matter what happens out on the ice.”

Her gaze softens, and she leans up to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “I don’t either. You guys…this…it means everything to me. I just hate to see you hurting.”

I smile at Emma reassuringly. “I’ll be fine, sweetheart. This is just a temporary setback. The important thing is that the boys get their heads on straight and remember what really matters—the team.”

Emma nods, worry still clouding her eyes. “I know. I just wish there was something I could do to help.”

An idea starts to form in my mind. A way to bring us all closer together.

“Actually, there is something,” I say slowly, my hand trailing down Emma’s back to rest possessively on the swell of her hip. “What do you say to having a little private get-together at the loft on Thursday, since we have a couple of days off? Just the five of us—you, me, Lukas, Alex…and Ryan. We can talk things out, reconnect…”

I let my voice trail off suggestively, and Emma’s eyes darken with desire at my suggestion. She presses closer, mindful of my injured shoulder.

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” she murmurs, her voice going husky. “A chance for all of us to talk outside of work and smooth things over.” Her fingers play with the hem of my jersey. “In more ways than one.”

I grin at her, loving the way Emma’s mind works. “My thoughts exactly, sweetheart. We’ll make a whole night of it—dinner, drinks…dessert.” I squeeze her hip for emphasis.

Emma’s tongue darting out to wet her lips. “I like the sound of that. Especially the dessert part.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you get your fill,” I promise wickedly. “Of everything on the menu.”

She laughs, the sound wrapping around me like a warm caress. “I’ll hold you to that, Harrison.”

My good hand slides down to squeeze her perfect ass. “You’d better, Collins. I’m a man who keeps his word.”

Emma’s fingers trail teasingly along the waistband of my compression shorts. “Mmm, and what deliciously wicked promises are you making me now?”

I groan at her touch, my body instantly responding. “The kind that involve you naked and writhing in pleasure all night long,” I murmur against her ear. “With four sets of hands and mouths worshiping this sexy little body until you can’t remember your own name.”

“Fuck, Slade,” Emma whimpers, pressing her thighs together. “Keep talking like that, and we won’t make it back to the loft.”

“Maybe I don’t want to wait,” I growl, nipping at Emma’s earlobe, starting to harden already. Fuck, this woman is an aphrodisiac. “Maybe I want to taste you right here, right now.” My good hand slides between her thighs, cupping her heat through her jeans. “Get my mouth on this sweet pussy until you’re shaking and coming apart on my tongue.”

Emma lets out a shuddering moan, her hips rocking against my hand. “God, Slade, that sounds so good, but…” Her eyes connect with mine, glazed over with desire and sparking with something naughty. “You’re injured.”

Emma sinks gracefully to her knees in front of me, her fingers deftly undoing my compression shorts. My cock springs free, already rock hard and straining for her touch.

“Let me make you feel good, Slade,” she says, wrapping her small hand around my thick shaft. “Let me take care of you for once.”

I groan as Emma starts to stroke me with slow, deliberate pumps of her fist. “Fuck, sweetheart, that feels incredible.”

She smiles up at me through her lashes before leaning in to lick a bead of pre-cum from the swollen head of my cock. I inhale sharply at the sensation of her hot little tongue.

“You taste so good,” Emma murmurs appreciatively. “I love having this big dick in my mouth.”

Any reply I might have made dissolves into a low moan as Emma wraps her soft lips around the head of my cock and starts to suck, her velvety tongue swirling and teasing. Holy fuck, her mouth feels unbelievable.

My good hand tangles in her silky hair, guiding her as she takes more of my shaft into the slick heat of her mouth. She sucks harder, blue eyes flashing wickedly up at me.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” I groan, fighting the urge to thrust into her face and choke her with my cock.

Emma hums around my dick, the vibrations making my balls tighten. She sets a steady rhythm, bobbing her head and swallowing me down, taking a little more each time.

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