Page 66 of Double Pucked

It’ll be lovely, too, when he fucks me senseless with his best friend very, very soon.

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When I finally escape thewe not-so-secretly hope you’ll follow in Cassie’s footstepsdinner, I head to Chase’s home. After I walk Nacho, I find myself drawn to the TV in the living room. Maybe I can catch the end of their games.

Such a weird thought for a sports hater like me. And yet, I’ve been antsy since last night to check out the action on the ice. But before I turn the TV on, I tilt my head, studying a pile of things on the living room table.

There’s a new cuddler cup.

And a stuffed monkey toy for a dog.

As I peer closer, I stifle a laugh. In the middle of the dog bed is a hot pink vibrator promising “fantastic booty stimulation.”

I pick up the little thing, turning it around with avid curiosity. I’ve never let anyone in through the backdoor, but I can’t stop thinking about how it might feel to be overwhelmed by these two men at once. To feel them both inside me at the same time. I love when they crowd me, when they press their big, strong bodies against me.

It’s a heady thought, taking both at the same time, but double penetration isn’t number four. I’ll need to work my way up to that kind of kink.

I’m about to put the vibrator back down when I spot a pastel-yellow card in the cuddler cup too. I flip it open.

Toys for both of you.

Your roomies

My heart glows. I swear it shines in my chest. Chase said they got me the butterfly together the other day, and I try to picture the scene. Did they shop for me online? Did they do more shopping today? I doubt they went to a sex shop together in person, but did they go to a dog toy shop for my favorite critter?

With a smile I can’t erase, and a blooming, giddy feeling in my chest, I flop down on the couch, holding the card. They’re so good to me, and I’m determined to understand them more. To connect with them.

With my dog at my side, I flip back and forth on the TV between the Avengers game and the Sea Dogs game, rooting for both teams and both men.

Leaning close to the screen, I try to follow the action as Chase zips around the ice. He’s a blur of speed and agility as he maneuvers through the other players, weaving in and out, dodging opponents and passing to his teammates.

Then, in a blink he jumps off the ice. Shifts, the guys told me the other night, and I don’t entirely get why or how, but I’ll figure it out. Soon, he’s jumping back over the boards, and he’s on the ice again.

The tension in me ratchets up as I watch. When he makes a shot that misses by mere inches, my heart aches for him.

When I switch to Ryker’s game, I shout “yes” a mere minute later as he blocks a shot on goal. I can almost feel his intensity through the screen. His ferocity as he skates. One lesson doesn’t make me an expert, but I can read people, and it sure seems like he’s frustrating the hell out of his opponent.

As I watch, I feel like I understand both of them more deeply than before. Hockey isn’t just a game for them. For Chase, it’s his passion, his drive, and a way to fulfill a promise. For Ryker, I suspect it’s part of his whole protector side. It’s how he takes care of his mom and sisters since his father didn’t.

It’s not just a silly game with sticks and stuff. Hockey is to them what books are to me—part of my soul.

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But the Sea Dogs lose while the Avengers win. Will Chase beat himself up again? Or will he need to fuck out the loss, like he did on Monday morning? I squirm a little at the thought of an anger bang. And on that note, a shower is always a good idea, so I take a quick one, and I’ve just pulled on a tank top and sleep shorts when a yawn pummels me.

Well, itisafter ten.

That’s prime reading hour, so I grab my little guy and slide into bed, then open my Kindle. I never finished the Hazel Valentine—nightly sex is putting a serious crimp in my reading style. I devour more of the tale, till my eyes flutter, and my thoughts scatter to bookstore meet-ups, and tacos, and toys, and wedding dates this weekend. They blur together for a long time until in the distance, I hear the faint sound of a door unlocking.

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A RULE FOR A RULE

Ryker

Once the door’s unlocked, I push it open. It smacks hard against the wall.

That feels satisfying. Not quite as satisfying as slamming an opponent into the boards, but this’ll do for now since earlier today I found out that Chase has zero problem with public affection. Zero desire to ask me about it either.

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