Don't Puck With My Heart (Pucked Up Omegaverse, #2)

by Sarah Blue

“Thanks for noticing.” “I always notice you.”

“Piper, I say this with love. You’re being such a little bitch right now.”

She gives me her full name, Piper Blake, and for some reason, at that moment, Connecticut becoming home feels a little bit real.

Rule number one of hockey: don’t fuck with the goalie.

Rule number two of hockey: keep your head in the game, and don’t think about how fucking hot the team captain is.

“Oh, don’t you malyshka me,” she says, pointing at my chest. Her Russian is shit, and it makes me smile. “I looked that up. I’m not your baby girl.

“Do you want me to clear your head, malyshka?” She swallows, and her dark green eyes stare back into mine. “Do you want me to turn that big, beautiful brain of yours off?”

“Living here has no strings attached, I need you to know that. But I also need you to know that I want you, and you living here is only going to make me want you more.”

“When I say I want you, I mean I want you to be my girl. I want to take you on dates, show you off, end my day with you in my bed.”

“Sólnyshka?” “Are you finally going to tell me what that means?” I ask him. He grins and tilts his head at me. “It means sunshine,”