Egotistical Puckboy (Puckboys, #1)

by Eden Finley

I visited West and his five kids—all his younger siblings who found themselves without parents after a fateful car crash over a year ago—during the off-season.

What?!

My awesome distraction has worked, even if it’s brought up some past issues with West and me.

Uhh wth is that in a book?

I throw my head back like the petulant child I am and follow him into his office.

Awareness 🙌🏼

Dallas has one of my all-time favorite gay bars. Nothing like fucking a little sin out of some pent-up, sexually frustrated religious type.”

😂 is this Dallas’s rep?

We trade smiles a lot for two people who supposedly hate each other.

It begins!

Tripp closes his eyes briefly. “There’s plenty of space, so I don’t know why you always end up in my bed, but maybe you should think about why you don’t want to go home.”

Give me give me give me their book

“Want a drink?” he asks. “I didn’t come here to drink, and neither did you.” “I might need another.” He opens the minibar and takes out a baby bottle of Jack Daniels. He throws it back in one go. “Need to be drunk to have sex with me now?” “Nope. Just need a little liquid courage to ask you to top me.”

Beh! OKAYY

I’m quickly realizing that Ezra is a tactile person. I don’t even know if he knows it about himself. He’s casually touchy with everyone, and I’m beginning to suspect his sleeping around isn’t because he wants to give the impression of being a manwhore but because it gives him what he needs on a bigger level than celebratory hugs on the ice and arms slung around shoulders during after game drinks. Deep down, he’s not craving sex. He craves affection.

💕

“Yeah, you can’t play that card in your third year, and you really can’t play it when you’ve been offered another three years on your contract and the media can’t shut up about you.” “To be fair, it’s Canada,” Ezra points out. “They don’t have much else to talk about up there.”

Haha!

why do we have to celebrate every time his wife gets pregnant? Isn’t that like throwing a party for getting laid?” “Imagine if the gays did that.” “Oh, they would never. Too many calories in cake. And you can’t have a party without cake.”

“I don’t need luck. I have Ezra.”

🫶🏼

Instead, I take his hand. “Let’s go cause a scene.”

Ahhhhh!

“That sounds mildly homophobic of you, Westly Ann Dalton.” “Ann is not my middle name. Also—” He gives me the finger. “It’s

Boyfriends who win Stanley Cups together stay together.