Foolish Puckboy (Puckboys, #4)

by Eden Finley

Aleks, now planted in his chair, turns and looks up at me with big eyes. “I’d have your babies.” And I’m assuming that was meant to be quiet, but he fucking shouts it.

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

I drive us to Salty, and the only reason I know where it is is because I looked up gay bars when I first got here. Have I had the guts to go inside one yet? No. And I’m so glad I didn’t say that out loud because I can already hear Oskar’s retort: That goes for people as well as gay bars.

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

Yeah, I could go out and hook up with countless people, and I’ve been looking forward to doing that, but now that I have the real opportunity to carry it out, I’m realizing one huge personality trait I didn’t know I had until now: I’m not the hookup type. I want to be, but I don’t think I have it in me.

Just … just you. Until …” My fingers find the end of his briefs, and his abs bunch up tight. “Just until.” I lean down to kiss him. “Just until.”

I have a Stanley Cup to win.” “A Stanley who?” “Now you’ve done it. Don’t jinx me. I need to impress my new team.” Gabe sighs. “Fine. Go sports. Rah, rah.” He pretends he’s holding pom-poms.

Then I’m looking up into the murderous face of my boyfriend. He pounds the glass again, then points at Madden. “Don’t you dare!” The side of his fist hits the glass, and after a moment, he turns his stare on me. “Touch my boyfriend and see what happens!”

“Every time I see you hug your teammates, I want to throw you over my shoulder and carry you off the ice. All I can picture is getting you home and fucking your face or your ass until I’ve filled you up with so much of my cum there isn’t room for anyone else.” His eyes have widened, and his tongue swipes over his lips. “Maybe we can try that in the off-season.”

“Baby …” Aleks clasps his hands to his chest, and at first, I think it’s because he’s all naw, Gabe’s so sweet … but then he opens his mouth. “You spoke hockey to me.” “Wait. What?” “Checked into the boards?” Dear God, Aleks is making eyes at me. “Have you been …” He swipes a fake tear. “Learning?” I deflate in my seat. “I knew that was a mistake.”

“G-Gabe …” His voice shakes. “This is terrifying.” “Having sex with me? Not doing great things for my ego.”