Stubborn Puckboy (Puckboys, #9)

by Eden Finley

Pala-SOOK:

My off-season was spent attending other people’s weddings, fielding messages from Ezra, and visiting glory holes. What a life.

Angry Russian was from early in my career and still pops up occasionally. It’s hilarious. Only, I laugh on the inside so they don’t see I have a big sense of humor. I’m really a puppy.

With Oskar Voyjik’s reputation, I’m mildly concerned he’s about to ask me for a threesome.

“So close,” he pants, head dropping back as his eyes close. “Me too, Kotik.” Kitten.

“How much trouble do you think I’ll be in if I skip it? I’m not really in the Collective. I’m like the adoptive puppy following them around.” “You have to be there. This is why I hijacked your back seat.” “I’ll go. If you want me there.” He scoffs. “Now who speaks bad English?” “How was that bad English?” “Because it makes no sense. I want you everywhere with me.” Aww.

Ezra turns to Oskar. “Quick, where’s your fruit kept?” “I could tell you that, but it wouldn’t matter anyway.” “Why?” Oskar hooks a thumb over his shoulder. “Lane hid everything phallic-shaped before you got here.” “The audacity.”

“And how are you getting it back to St Louis, genius?” Easton asks. “I dunno.” He and the llama look at each other. “I’ll ride him?” “I think it’s a her,” Dex says. “How do you know?” I ask. “Easy. Tripp has big balls. The llama doesn’t.”

“We don’t need to know about your husband’s balls,” Asher groans. “He means dog Tripp,” Tripp hurries to explain. “It’s the dog he’s talking about.

Lachie’s back a second later though, and this time, it’s not a llama he’s got his arm around. It’s a giant, good-looking man in a fireman uniform. “That speed dial is speedy,” I mutter as Ezra says, “How did you turn the llama into Gabe?”