Page 72 of Thoroughly Pucked

I growl. “Nothing can stop me from fucking. Even a broken dick.”

Aubrey’s laughing. “The two of you and your broken dick jokes.” But then she stops laughing, her lips curving into a seductive smile. “And speaking of non-broken dicks…”

Ledger gets behind the wheel faster than he flies down the ice.

The elevator up to our room is just too tempting. We’re all alone in it, the three of us, so I slide a hand down Aubrey’s arm, slow and tantalizing, savoring the way her breath catches.

She’s so responsive, it’s addictive. She seems to crave touch, and Ledger must sense it, too, since he brushes strands of that copper hair away from her face, eliciting gasps.

Yeah, that’s our girl. She loves being touched, being played with, being the center of attention. “She loves it when we play with her hair,” I observe.

“I’ve noticed. Bet she’d love it if we tugged on it,” he adds.

Aubrey’s big brown eyes widen. “I might…”

“…And pulled hard,” I say, dragging a finger down the side of her neck as I test out ideas. She likes it, too, when we tell her what we want to do to her. “What do you think, sweet thing? Think you’d like a little spanking again? Some hair pulling?”

“I think so,” she says, and Ledger gathers some strands, gives her a tug toward him. She gasps.

What else does she like though? How much does she want?

The questions make the adrenaline in me spin higher, and I’m grateful when the elevator slows to a stop on our floor. We reach the suite quickly.

The second the door to the room opens, I’ve forgotten those evil splinters. I’ve got only one thing on my mind.

Taking care of her. Introducing her to new vistas of pleasure. Ones that, ideally, involve her riding my cock.

I grab the waistband of her shorts and tug her against me, letting her feel how much she’s turned me on. “This is what you do to me,” I say, pressing my hard-on against her lithe frame.

Ledger crowds her too, lining up behind her, sweeping her hair to the side and exposing her neck.

She bites the corner of her lips, then whispers excitedly, “This is all from…the elevator?”

I scoff. “No. The car, the lobby, the elevator. Last night, this morning, the last several days.”

I cut myself off before I say too much. Before I tell her I’ve wanted her for a while now. I just had to come to terms with my feelings. Had to accept them. Face them head-on.

Not just…hard-on.

But I’d really like to deal with the latter right fucking now. “You want to know something about goalies?” I ask her as my hands roam up and down her waist while Ledger keeps busy kneading her covered ass.

Aubrey’s trembling in our arms. Looking dizzy in the best of ways.

“What is it?” she asks in a breathy voice that gives away how very, very turned on she is.

“Goalies watch the whole game. We see pretty much every play. We see thembeforethey happen,” I tell her.

She puts two and two together. “You’re making a hockey analogy for sex?”

“You bet I am. I can see the action before it unfolds and picture where they’re skating to. I can see it like amovie, how they’re chasing the puck.” I brush my lips along her jawline, inhaling that tropical scent that’s frying my brain. “And right now, I’ve got this play unfolding before my eyes.”

As I pull back, her eyes spark, radiating with desire. “Tell me.”

“I’d like to strip you naked, put you on your?—”

But I don’t get to finish because my phone brays.

With Garrett’s ringtone.

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