Pucking Around (Jacksonville Rays, #1)

by Emily Rath

“Trust me when I say that no straight man on this earth would consider it a punishment to get an unsolicited tit pic from Rachel Price.”

Holy Bulging Biceps, Batman!

*snort laughs*

“Right,” he murmurs. “Well, it’s not. You can fist me, Doc. I don’t mind.” And now my professionalism has officially left the building. I’m crying I’m laughing so hard. Ilmari sits up. Scowling at me. “What did I say now? That is the five-second squeeze test, yes? You put your fist between my knees, and I squeeze. I’ve done it a hundred times.” Oh my god, and now he’s pouting. He doesn’t like being teased. I clear my throat. “Yeah, champ, that’s how the squeeze test goes. Now, lie back and let me fist you.” I snort again, because, apparently, I’m twelve. He lays back down and then goes still. “It’s something sexual, isn’t it?” I chuckle, tapping his knees. He lifts them for me, bringing his feet flat once more. “Yeah, Mars. It’s sexual.” He raises a brow at me. “Will you tell me?” “No way,” I reply with a laugh, positioning my fist between his knees. “Consider it homework. Hey, that could be your contribution to the group chat this week—ask the guys to explain fisting to you. Go ahead and squeeze,” I add. He rolls his eyes, placing enormous pressure on my fist as he squeezes as tight as he can. “It’s not hard to imagine what it means. I assume it’s when you take your fist and place it inside the—”

*dies laughing*

“There you are,” he calls. “Jeez, you said you were on the way like two hours ago. I was about to call in a search party and—hoooly shit—you two fucked.” He glances between us, his smile falling as his eyes narrow. I go still. “That’s why you’re so late, isn’t it? Yeah…I see it all over Cay’s guilty face and—oh, fuck me—he fucked you with his android cock, didn’t he?”

Jae says he likes that I am having fun with my book. I think he just thinks it's funny when I snort laugh.