Totally Pucked (My Hockey Romance, #2.5)

by Lauren Blakely

My train has left Friendship Station and it’s picking up speed as it rattles into Dirty Depot.

Like what you like to do in bed? Or maybe what you want me to do to you?

“Because of something I asked him to do. Apparently”—she stops to sketch air quotes—“I’m ‘weird in bed.’”

“I want to kiss you again tonight. And tomorrow. And for a long, long time.”

“I like it when you talk dirty to me.” “Holy shit. That is my kind of weird. And my kind of normal.”

“Are you loud in bed, baby? Because I fucking love noise.” She laughs, then nibbles on the corner of her lips. “I think I want to be.”

“Be as loud as you want. Make some noise. Shout, groan, and please, fucking please, call my name when you come harder than you have before.”

“You’re so fucking weird, I need you to ride my cock right now, baby.” She turns to me with bright eyes and a filthy grin. “Yes, please.”