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@Puck_Bunny_For_You: I’d give my left tit for a nude.

@RangersGirlieForLife: What I wouldn’t give to get pucked by Daddy and Son. #lifegoals

@Puckmeinthea: My nipples are hard… and it’s not from the chill in that arena.

@RiversBabyGirl2456: River, come lick the drool from my lip.

@NYFanForEva178: Anyone else need new panties after watching this?

@PuckyGetLucky: I don’t even wear them when watching his videos.

@NYFanForEva178: Ha! Good idea.

@PuckyGetLucky: Especially if his dad is in the vids. Gah!

@Puckmeinthea: Zaddy Ryan. :)

@Sluttyhockeyfan: Zaddy! Zaddy! River, where’s your dad today?

“Oh my god,” I mutter and close out of the TikTok app.

“What?” Nate glances at me when we stop at a red light.

“The comments on the video we uploaded today.”

Nate smirks. “Puck bunnies?”

I bob my head. “They want more videos with my dad.”

“Dude, your dad is a legend. Of course, they do.”

“No, they just want to fuck him.”

He laughs. “They want both of you.”

“Sickos.”

Nate snickers. “No different than what we do with women.”

“He’s my dad,” I point out. “That’s gross.”

“It will only get worse after you sign with a team.” He taps his fingers on the leather steering wheel. “Get used to it.”

Nate punches the gas, and I jolt forward, my shoulder crashing into the seatbelt.

“Slow down,” I tell him as he cuts off another car, weaving in and out of lanes. “We’re not in a rush.”

“What’s the point in owning a sports car if I don’t open her up?” Nate flashes a grin, eyes on the road. “She only has five hundred miles on her. I need to break her in like a good little whore.”

I open Instagram and see what awaits me. There are always tons of messages, including images that make me want to bleach my eyeballs. Marriage proposals. Nudes and random body parts. All kinds of weird ass shit. So, I skip the DMs and go straight to the comments.

Earlier, I posted images of Nate and me prepping for our shoot. We’re laughing and smiling in the pics. Nate is bent over in one to place a puck on the ice for me.

“You’re the highlight of my Insta,” I tell him.

“Oh, yeah?” Nate stops at another light. “What are those thirsty bitches saying about me?”

I laugh at his choice of words and spot some of the same usernames from TikTok. These girls are relentless. Nate isn’t in the spotlight as much as I am. But whenever I post about us, the girls go wild.

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