Egotistical Puckboy (Puckboys, #1)

by Eden Finley

Apparently, the cure to toxic masculinity is to show them how it feels to be talked about like a piece of meat. You’re welcome, ladies.

“I bet you’re all missionary, aren’t you?” He pitches his voice high. “Oh, excuse me, sir, would you mind if I used your buttocks to put my penis inside—” “I’ve never said the word buttocks in my life—”

“Hey, I can be a decent human being and be full of shit at the same time, thank you very much. It’s called multitasking.”

“Go over to the window,” he orders. “You going to push me out of it?” “Mm, that fantasy actually turns me on more than the thought of taking your tight ass again.”

Maybe I should be concerned I’m willing to have sex with someone I’m only ten percent sure won’t turn homicidal on me, but I’m not.

“Going to do me like this again?” I ask. His forehead lands on the back of my neck. “When I can’t see your face, it’s easy to believe you’re someone else.” “You say the sweetest things.”

Finding a hockey player who doesn’t have at least one superstition is like finding a unicorn in your backyard.

“You think everything is an invitation. Someone breathes near you, and you try to hump them.” “In my defense, nine times out of ten, I’m right.”

“You’re trying to get me jealous.” “You look so sexy when you’re trying not to deck someone.” “Why do I always need to remind you who you belong to?”

His pouty face is pouty. I poke his cheek. “Are you sulking?” “She thought you were hot.” “And?” “And? You’re mine.”