Stubborn Puckboy (Puckboys, #9)

by Eden Finley

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

I don’t want Radimir Novicov to be my downfall, but at this point, it might be too late to stop it.

Novi stares at me expectantly, and for a moment, I begin to suspect he mixes up English phrases on purpose. For entertainment.

“Sure thing. Not old. Can drink me over a table.” “Isn’t the saying⁠—” My eyes widen, and he stops himself. That son of a bitch does know he’s fucking up his words on purpose.

Kissing Colby might be better than hockey.

Seventeen years, I’ve waited for this. Seventeen long fucking years.

I’m going to make sure Novi knows the magic on the ice tonight came from my dick. Best coach ever award goes to me.

Stress can also lead to heart attacks. I don’t want him to have a heart attack. I need his heart. I’m going to win it one day.

and when I glimpse his blissed-out face, I make myself a promise.

If things ever come down to Colby or hockey again … I’ll choose him.

Alexei drives his truck into my thigh, and the little fucker hurts. “Ouch.” I take the toy and toss it across the room. “Fetch, you cretin.”

That almost makes me laugh. “Colby? Have power over me? But he’s like a cute polar bear, and I am the puppy following him around.”

Wherever Ezra is right now, he just got the shuddery shiver down his spine and feels like he’s being stabbed in the heart, and he has no idea why.