Page 151 of Suck My Puck

“Good. I like spoiling you. I’m gonna do it a lot, so get used to it.”

I grin so wide, my cheeks ache. “Thank you,” I say as I kiss him. “I love it.”

“I’m so glad,” he murmurs.

When we break apart, he glances over at the last two gifts under the tree. “Are those for me?” he asks.

I blush. “One’s for Maizie.”

He smiles and gets up to grab them. When he’s back on the couch, he opens Maizie’s gift.

The second he sees it, he beams. It’s a maroon collar with his jersey number and Maizie’s name stitched on it.

He looks at me. “This is so cool. And cute.”

He gets up and moves over to Maizie, who’s lying on the nearby armchair. He takes off her old collar and clips on the new one. He smiles at her.

“Now both of your girls can wear your number,” I say.

He flashes a warm smile at me before coming back to the couch and kissing me.

When he sits back down next to me and starts to open his present, my nerves fire off. What I got him is so small and cheap compared to what he got me.

But then I notice the look in his eyes when sees my gift.His eyes widen and his mouth parts open in surprise. Then he starts to smile.

“You made me into a bobblehead?” He beams as he holds up the bobblehead toy I had custom-made for him.

“Yeah.” I let out a shy laugh. “I remember you said that when you were a kid, that was your dream, to see yourself as a hockey player bobblehead.”

He stares at it like he’s in awe. I still can’t believe the artist I commissioned did such an amazing job. She captured Braden’s features perfectly. Everything from the waves in his blonde hair to his eye color to the style of the jersey is spot on. He’s holding a goalie stick and his helmet is pushed up on top of his head.

He turns to me, beaming wide. “I look so cool. Like a hockey action figure.”

“You like it?” I ask.

His expression turns warm, emotion flashing in his eyes. “I love it.” He pulls me onto his lap and kisses me. “So much. Thank you.” His voice is soft and tender. It makes my chest ache.

We make out for a few minutes. Right as he starts to take my hoodie off, his phone rings.

He growls against my mouth. “That’s my mom and my grandparents. They wanted to FaceTime. Sorry.”

I chuckle as I pull away. “That’s okay. We’ll pick this up later.”

I slide off his lap and he swipes his phone from the coffee table. While he chats with his family, I get an idea.

I grab his Christmas stocking and run to the bedroom. I open the top drawer of the dresser and pull out a new pair of sexy hot pink panties that I haven’t yet shown Braden, along with a few of my sex toys. I stuff them in the stocking and head back into theliving room.

I set the stocking on the coffee table to give to him when he’s done talking with his family, then I check my phone. I smile when I see all the Merry Christmas messages from my friends.

Lauren:Merry Christmas! I hope you’re having a sexy morning with your hockey hottie!

Me:Aww thanks! I am ;) Merry Christmas to you and Lance!

I skim messages from Ingrid, Maya, Sophie, and Dakota. They added me to their friend group text recently. I smile, heartened at how sweet they are.

Ingrid:Merry Christmas, ladies! I hope Santa brought you everything you wanted!

There’s a photo of her cat Salem wearing a cute tiny Christmas hat.

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