Double Pucked (My Hockey Romance, #1)

by Lauren Blakely

But he’s not tricking me now. I’m feeling all kinds of Law & Order.

Our life plan did not involve your dick in another woman and her panties in my dog’s belly.

I turn to the pretty voice and shut the fuck up because… She’s a vision.

I do my best to not dwell on that whole interaction that ran the gamut from grumpy to cocky to bossy to flirty.

Did I just discover I’m a thighs woman? I didn’t know that about myself till just now. But hello, strong legs. I like you. Both pairs of legs.

That is information I would have liked to know before now. Suits are kind of my thing. Well, I’ve read a lot of billionaire romances.

Relationships suck. Romance is a lie. The human race is doomed. Case closed.

Chase unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt, taking his time rolling up his right sleeve, and revealing his strong forearm. Then the other. Mmm. Wait, did I just purr? I think I did.

“Maybe,” I offer, desperate to do something. “Is it the worst idea? I hate to see a woman suffer in bed. We could be like…orgasm matchmakers.”

Being ambidextrous has its advantages. Guess that was a double dicking in its own special way.

Need an O? Call The Hockey Guys! For whenever you need a double team to take care of your peach problems!

And you wrapped your arm around my waist and spooned me, you beast.

“Fuck food. We’re going to fuck you instead.” Yes, fuck food indeed.

When I wake up briefly in the middle of the night, Ryker’s nose is buried in my hair, and Chase’s hand is on my thigh. A devil’s sleeping three-way and one dirty dog.

though in all fairness, Trina and I got from VIP suite to VIP guest in the bedroom in one night.

Who needs a voice when you have a big sister?

“I’m going to a wedding with him this weekend.” “Oh, how lovely,” Mom says. It’ll be lovely, too, when he fucks me senseless with his best friend very, very soon.

My bearded beast laps me up like I’m his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In no time, I’m writhing against Ryker’s face while Chase tugs on my wrists.

“Whoa. Multiple orgasms. Feeding me. And now, DJ controls. You’re going for the full book boyfriend trifecta,”

I can stop at any moment. But I don’t want to. I want two men. I want two men desperately. I want to feel them both inside my body. I’m climbing this double dick mountain and planting my badass babe flag at the top of Twin Cocks Peak.

“Stay with me,” I say. “I’m not leaving you,” Ryker answers. “We’re right here,” Chase adds. One man kneels at the end of the tub, the other sits on the floor by the top, and I am their queen.

Somehow, a few weeks after my dog ate another woman’s underwear, I’ve fallen deeply for the two men who helped give me sweet revenge. But with them, I’ve found so much more than sweet revenge. I’ve found a Golden Retriever and a grump who like me just the way I am. Maybe, just maybe, I can put myself out there at the end of the night.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll get over her.” But it will hurt, because in one stupid, annoying, amazing, incredible week, I’ve fallen in love with a girl who stole her ex’s tickets and then my heart.

“Can we please talk to you? There’s a book boyfriend move we have to do.” “And it’s called The Grovel,” Ryker says. Oh. Wow. They’re serious. This is real. They’re not just here to say they’re sorry. They’re here to grovel? I’ve never seen a real grovel.

“Only because I liked you from the start. You were fun and feisty, and you called me on my attitude and you never stopped doing that. And even when I tried not to fall for you, you did all these things—wanting to help me, wanting to know me, wanting to meet my family. I don’t trust easily, but you showed me what it’s like to trust completely in just a little over a week.”

Nacho’s been lingerie-less for several weeks now. I’m seriously proud of his panty-free diet. But he could relapse at any moment.