Page 13 of Puck the Halls

“O-Okay,” she stutters.

Poor Britt, she’s not used to males flirting with her. She’s only dated one guy, and they broke up last year.

Fin’s hands grip her waist to help steady her as she stands on her tiptoes. She kisses his cheek with a quick peck.

Once her feet are safely planted on the hardwood of the deck, he releases her and turns to me.

“That was the appetizer. Now for the main course.”

I roll my eyes again and lean forward to kiss his cheek, but he surprises me by turning away and shaking his head.

“No, your boon is your panties.”

I grew up in a male-dominated world, nothing shocks me. I need to wipe that smirk off his face though.

“Sorry, I would, but I’m not wearing any.”

At his shocked expression, I brush past him, Britt close on my heels. He recovers quickly and yells after us.

“I will definitely be seeing you later.”

Our eyes meet again, and he raises his eyebrows up and down flirtatiously.

He’s such a player, but my heart races anyway over his vow and his panty-melting gaze because, of course, I’m wearing panties.

“Come on, Britt, let’s get something to drink.”

We walk deeper into the house, trying to avoid the bodies rubbing and grinding on each other to the loud music.

“Over there.” I point to a bowl of punch on a table in the corner.

I fill two red cups and hand one to Britt. I take a drink from mine just as a guy stumbles into us, causing my plastic cup to fly out of my hand. Part of the red punch lands on my white dress, and the other part lands on the shirt of a sexy guy walking by.

His irritated gaze snaps to mine.

“Watch where you’re going, puck bunny,” he growls, pushing his way past us with a scowl.

I groan inwardly, realizing I’ve just pissed off the third and final co-captain of the hockey team, Royal Reynolds, the resident bad boy of the group. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile. He never looks happy, not even in any of the online pictures of the team I’ve been studying.

I stare after his retreating back, my pulse pounding in my ears. How can my heart possibly race for three different guys? Three guys who hold my hockey fate in their hands.

I shake off my thoughts. No, it must be my nerves for tryouts tomorrow that are making my heart race.

“You need to get that cleaned up before the stain sets in.” Britt dabs at the rapidly spreading liquid on my dress with a tissue she pulled from her purse.

“You’re right. I’ll be right back.”

Britt’s eyes widen, but she nods her head anyway and sits in one of the open chairs by the fireplace.

I follow a group of girls down the hall to what I hope is the bathroom, but there’s a long line of people waiting to use it, and the thought of having to wait in such a long line doesn’t sound that appealing. With my mind made up, I head upstairs to look for one.

At the top of the staircase, I search for the bathroom, jiggling each door handle until one finally opens.

But once inside, I realize it’s not a bathroom, and I’m not alone.

“Sorry,” I say to the guy lying on the bed.

His hand stills over his huge cock.

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