Puck Yes (My Hockey Romance #2) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: My Hockey Romance Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
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She lets out a whimper. “That’s your pitch?”

I shake my head. “No. That’s why it’s going to be so fucking fantastic when we make you come over and over again…”

She gasps, then rocks harder. I take my sweet time touching her face, teasing her body.

Earlier, Hayes led with power in the chapel. Now, I’ll lead with seduction. I dip my face to her neck, lavishing open-mouthed kisses along her flushed skin as she trembles.

When I pull back, her eyes are closed. I cup her cheek. “Look at me.”

She complies, her blue eyes glassy with lust.

“Here’s my pitch. I bet we can make you come harder than you ever have before.”

I press a hot, slow, tease of a kiss to her soft lips, taking my time as I pull away, watching her reaction. Her sighs, her gasps.

A quick nod to my teammate and he tugs on those locks then comes in for a rough kiss of her lips, almost bruising.

But he breaks it quickly. “How does that sound, sweetheart?”

She blinks. Centers herself. Collects her thoughts. “I dare you.”

Challenge accepted.

19

THE SEX LOTTERY

Ivy

“I think I’ll take care of her next orgasm.” Stefan’s smooth, seductive tone floats over me like warm honey. “But I wouldn’t mind a little assistance.”

“I got you,” Hayes says to his friend, like a good teammate.

Pretty sure these men have already devised a script for me, and it looks like the next scene has Hayes by my side on the couch, shifting my hair to the side, exposing my neck.

A shiver runs down my back while the ache in my core intensifies.

Before I know it, Hayes is kissing my neck, Stefan is kissing my mouth, and I never knew kissing could be like this.

I’m like any woman. Hell, any person. I melt under a good kiss. If a man can’t kiss, he needs to be shown the door. Some men, though, kiss like they’ve been gifted with a secret, a precious knowledge they must protect, and it’s this—most orgasms start first with a kiss.

My skin tingles as Hayes brushes his lips along my shoulder. My stomach swoops as Stefan explores my mouth, his tongue flicking against the corner, his lips traveling along mine.

He murmurs as he goes, a deep, masculine sound that thrums in my bones and makes me ache with need. I’m wriggling on his lap, hunting out more of the ridge of his thick cock, more of his mouth, more of this moment.

I never knew a kiss could be like this. It’s like I’m cocooned inside it, and with each passing second, any worries, any awkwardness dissolves.

Soon, I’m panting, moaning. Then, shuddering and closing my eyes as Stefan slides his big hands up my stomach, under the fabric of my cami, heading straight for my tits. When he cups them, he slides a thumb over my piercing. But he quickly tears himself away, and I snap my eyes open. “What is it?”

Stefan’s grin is wicked. “Hayes is a tits man. Since I’m a generous guy, I’m going to let him play with them first.”

“Okay,” I say, breathless.

“You’ll probably come when you touch these beauties,” Stefan says to Hayes, who growls against my neck, then bites down, nipping me like he can’t help it. Like the mention of my tits is just too much.

“You think so?” Hayes asks Stefan, with filthy excitement in his voice.

“I fucking love them. Bet you jerk off and come on her back.”

My head swims with dirty images. “That sounds so hot,” I blurt out.

Stefan laughs, clearly pleased with the scene he’s painting. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that. But have some patience, sweetheart.” He tilts his head, regards me, like he’s devising a new plan. “You’re a little exhibitionist, aren’t you?”

My lips part, but I say nothing. I feel caught. I’m just beginning to understand this side of myself. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s find out,” Hayes says, then drags his gaze away from me, turning his face to the floor-to-ceiling windows and the glittering lights of the city below. “Want to give the city a show?”

Hayes knows I do. I told him as much before he left to fetch his friend. But it’s empowering to say it out loud.

“Yes. I want that.”

Hayes lifts me off Stefan’s lap then brings me to the windows. “Need this off now,” Hayes demands in a gruff tone, grabbing at my cami, tugging it over my head. Stefan strolls over, stripping off his shirt as he walks. After tossing it on the floor, he unbuttons the top button on his jeans. When he reaches me, he tugs down my sleep shorts.

“Yessss,” he says, admiring my panties.

I didn’t come to Vegas expecting sex, so I’m wearing basic cotton undies—a pair of sky-blue low-rise panties. But they’re visibly wet. He kneels before me, sliding them down to my ankles, then off, while Hayes yanks off his shirt.



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