Possessive Puckboy (Puckboys, #8)

by Eden Finley

“I knew it,” Tripp says. “He’s hot. Good job.” “He’s mine,” I growl. All three of them flinch backward. “That escalated quickly,” Tripp says. “Connor doesn’t do things in halves.” Easton’s right. I don’t. “I’m all in,” I say.