Foolish Puckboy (Puckboys, #4)

by Eden Finley

He doesn’t look away. Just stares. And this shivery sort of awareness runs through me. “Zing,” he whispers before passing out.

“We both saw his face when we showed up that morning. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a hockey player blush before. Also, you’re not little, you stupid huge tank of a human being.” “I’m not that big. And he wasn’t blushing.” He’s way too tan for that. “Ah. My bad. That was you.”

“I gotta go. You better watch me.” “Why the fuck do you think I’m here?”

“Did I see the firemen guys in the stands?” he asks. “Yep.” “Ah. Is that why you’re playing so shit? Because your future husband is watching?” “Excuse me, it’s future father of my babies. I’m never getting married again. Get it right.”

“Ugh. You’re starting to sound exactly like Lane.” His voice goes high-pitched. “‘Have pride in who you are and what you’ve accomplished, Oskar. You deserve respect.’ You’re both gross. If I wanna be cheap and nasty, let me be cheap and nasty.”

“You are an abomination to the manwhore crown I gave you! I bestowed greatness upon you, and you … you … For shame.”

“Gah. This is … I’m sorry this is awkward.” “Does pointing out the awkwardness make it less awkward or more awkward?”

One kiss from him was enough to rearrange gravity, and it kinda sucks to know I couldn’t do that for him.

“I need to call Lane.” He takes his phone out and hits his boyfriend’s number. “I need help” is the first thing he says down the line. I can hear Lane’s response from feet away. “What did you do, Oskar You-Better-Not-Have-Had-Public-Sex-And-Cheated-On-Me Voyjik?”

I hate it because when he fucks with me again, it’s gonna hurt. But watch me walk right into the fire anyway.

“Fair warning, the last time I dated, I had braces. You’ll be lucky to get a movie and ice cream out of me. It was my go-to move back in the day.” “Back row?” Gabe’s hand slips inside my jacket and presses against my chest. “Get any hand action?” “If I lie and say yes, will you give me a handjob on our date?” He mocks offense. “Excuse me, I’m nothing but a gentleman.”

“I’m more than happy with this arrangement. You know why?” “Why?” Gabe leans in, touching his soft lips to mine. “Because if we knock off all the bases in one night, I’ll have to come up with a different excuse to see you again.” Best answer ever.