Page 29 of Double Pucked

Maybe someday. Quickly, he undoes his shirt, revealing ink I only saw hints of in the photos online. A series of finely drawn compasses cover his right arm, stretching up to his shoulder and spreading into a tribal tattoo that extends across his huge pecs.

He’s even more banged up than Chase, with bruises and cuts across his strong body. A scar, several inches in length, runs down the side of his abs.

I run a finger over it, reverently. “Hockey fight?”

He nods. “Blade cut me. You should see the other guy.”

That’s hot, the kind of adrenaline that must power him on the ice. I never thought I’d find it sexy, only brutal. But tracing the scar, I’m finding his caveman side far too appealing.

“Come closer,” I say, breathy.

He moves, standing next to Chase, so I can admire them both.

I spread my right hand across Ryker’s chest, exploring his ink more thoroughly, then the dark chest hair covering his pecs while my left hand visits Chase’s happy trail.

I shudder, but it’s not simply from being ludicrously turned on.

It’s from the power storming through me. A power I didn’t know I possessed to turn two men on at once. They’re both breathing hard, chests rising and falling, dicks straining, eyes darkening. They’re both so wildly aroused.

“Can I?” I ask, my gaze straying to Ryker’s bulge, then Chase’s.

With athat’s sweetgrin, Chase shakes his head. “You haven’t come enough tonight for that. If you want to play with our cocks, you’re gonna need to earn it with a couple more orgasms.” His tone turns stern as his hands move to his belt and he undoes it. “Take off your shirt, scoot back on the bed, and spread those beautiful legs for him.”

The rest of our clothes disappear, and when Ryker’s long, thick cock swings free, he grabs it, strokes it, and moves up on the bed too. “Let me see how wet you are for me,” he says in his gruff voice.

Suddenly shy, I barely part my legs. What if I can’t relax? What if Jasper was right? What if this is why he strayed?

Ryker growls, admonishing me. “Nope. Nice and wide. I want to see everything,” he says.

But even as I let my knees fall apart, I look the other way, still unsure of myself.

Ryker sighs, but he doesn’t sound annoyed. More…thoughtful. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Been dying to eat you out. Taste you dripping on my tongue. Feel you come on my beard,” he says, so crass, and so clever, since those filthy words do the trick.

I relax, spreading my legs.

“Yeah. That’s right,” he says, then he looks up, locking his eyes with his friend. “Weston, you better play with her tits while I eat her out. Blow her brains out so she doesn’t have to think,” he instructs, and way to read me.

Way to solve me.

“I’m there,” Chase says, climbing onto the bed in his naked glory, his dick nice and thick and pointing at me. “Move, sweetness. Gonna get behind you.”

I sit up, letting him slide behind me so he’s against the headboard, and I’m in his arms. “Lie back on me,” he instructs.

I obey, settling into the big, strong canvas of his chest, feeling his hard dick against my back.

From between my thighs, Ryker says, “Good. Now put your hands on your thighs and show me your pussy.”

With a shudder, I push my thighs apart more, feeling vulnerable and wildly daring at the same time.

“Turn her on while I eat her,” Ryker says to Chase.

“Chef’s special,” Chase says, as his hands roam around to my chest. He squeezes my tits while his leaking cock thumps against my spine, and Ryker’s beard brushes against my inner thigh.

It’s a lot. A gooda lot. I’m overwhelmed once again. Ryker hasn’t even kissed my pussy and I’m already moaning, writhing.

He rubs that scruff along my legs, then stares at my center. “Need to taste you,” he says, in a carnal groan.

“I barely got enough of her on my fingers. Tell me,” Chase rasps out, his tone desperate. “Tell me how she tastes.”

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