Egotistical Puckboy (Puckboys, #1)

by Eden Finley

All I know is tonight, I need to be held, and the only way I can think to ask for that is by getting Ezra to top me.

Aww

“I don’t want to be the reason the world as you know it unravels.”

“You should see the way you’re looking at me in this GIF.”

“Pretty sure I was looking at Kosik.”

“You haven’t even seen the …” He pauses. “Fuck, you’re right. First, how dare you smile like that at anyone but me. Second, have you already seen this? And third, that first thing again.”

HAHAH

I’m the Goldilocks of fuck buddy relationships. I want attention but not too much attention. I want a connection deeper than sex, but I don’t want to get too personal.

Haha felt

The impossible has happened. I like Ezra as a person.

And I’m beginning to think if we become actual friends, I’m going to end up liking him a whole lot more than that. I’m scared I already do.

“Why do I always need to remind you who you belong to?”

“And the whole time you’ll know this is what’s waiting for you. The second we walk into my apartment, I’m going to bend you over and make you take my cock like you were made for it.”

“I’m going to fuck your gorgeous brains out, Ez.”

“Nope.” He pinches my chin and leans in, dark eyes locked with mine. “No joking. You are an awesome person, Ez. And while we do this thing, you’re also my person. If anyone says that shit to you, they get to face both of us.”

I’m a simple man. Food, sex, sleep, and hockey. That’s all I need.

I told myself I wouldn’t fall for him. I lied.

“I’m falling for you.” Anton sucks in a short gasp. I can’t tell if it’s genuine or sarcastic. “I broke you,” he says. Sarcastic it is.

Hihi

“Ignore my boyfriend. He’s the superstitious type.”

IIIIHHHHHH

People always make a big deal about not turning your back on family. You respect your elders, and cutting people out of your life is wrong, but putting up with toxic relationships because you share DNA with someone is way too stressful, and I don’t know why people do it.

YES

He kisses me in front of twenty thousand people and a shit ton of cameras.

Boyfriends who win Stanley Cups together stay together. That’s my superstition. And I’m sticking to it.