Page 35 of Her Puck Daddies (Game On Daddies #2)

LEVI—FOUR MONTHS LATER

I t’s been four months since we found out Ava’s pregnant.

Four months of late-night planning sessions, extra practices, and stolen glances in the hallways like we were a bunch of teenagers.

Chaos that all led to our victory, the Stanley Cup.

Between the grind of playoffs and the finals, somehow we still found time to buy a house big enough for all of us, finally escaping our separate condos and making space for what’s next.

I never saw any of this coming, especially not when we first ran into Ava on the plane.

Back then, I had my doubts—about her, about us, about whether this could ever work.

But now, watchi ng her move through the house, I know one thing for sure.

I wouldn’t change a damn thing about having her in my life.

But if I could take away the pain she went through because of Dean, I would.

She shouldn’t have had to endure any of it.

Yeah, she needed to face him on her own to finally close that chapter, but that doesn’t mean she ever should have had to.

If I could erase him from her past, I would.

And I know the guys would agree. Our lives would’ve been a hell of a lot better without him in it.

As we settle in, I stand in the doorway, watching Ava unpack the last of the kitchen boxes.

She’s completely in her element, focused and radiant.

At five months along, the curve of her belly is noticeable.

The bump beneath her tank top is a silent reminder of everything that’s changed and everything that’s still to come.

Sven steps behind her, his arms sliding around her waist, his hands spreading over her stomach. He nuzzles her neck, his voice a low, teasing murmur. “I can't wait to meet our son.”

Ava glances over her shoulder, lips curling into a smile. "Me, too. I've already started thinking of names."

Sven chuckles, kissing just below her ear. "We've got plenty of time to fight over names, his room decor, and of course…. future sport." His tone is playful with a hint of anticipation beneath it. "But you know what I have in mind right now?"

Ava tilts her head, all wide-eyed innocence. "What's that?"

I step closer, already feeling the heat crackling between us. “We have to break this place in the right way.”

She lets out a soft laugh, but it turns breathless when I press my length against her, my hands grabbing her hips possessively.

Eric walks in, rubbing a towel over his damp hair, fresh from the shower. “What’s so funny?”

Sven and I exchange a look. I arch a brow at Eric, a slow smirk spreading across my face.

Eric catches on quickly, his grin widening as he tosses the towel aside. “Well then,” he says, stalking toward Ava. “Let’s get to it.”

Before she can respond, he lifts her onto the kitchen counter. His hands move with purpose, unbuttoning her shorts and sliding them down her legs, leaving her bare and exposed to his hunger.

Spreading her thighs, he leans in, exhaling a warm breath over her clit, teasing her sensitive nub with growing need.

His lips hover for a minute, before his mouth finally claims her.

His tongue works in slow, deliberate strokes, circling her bud with expert precision, each flick making her shudder.

She gasps, her fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer.

He groans against her, not holding back anymore. His tongue plunges deep, licking, sucking, feasting like he's starving for her. And then, as if possessed, he buries his face against her core, pressing hard, shaking his head back and forth with reckless hunger.

Her moans turn breathless, desperate, her body trembling under the intensity of his touch, lost in the pleasure of being devoured.

I strip off my shirt, Sven following suit, the two of us leaving a trail of clothes across the floor as we prepare to claim our home, and our girl, properly.

Eric keeps Ava anchored to the counter, his tongue working her into a writhing mess, her fingers clutching at him, legs shaking. The sound of her orgasm sends a jolt of heat through me, and when she reaches for me blindly, I know she needs more.

Eric pulls back and Sven lifts her effortlessly from the counter, cradling her against his chest as he carries her into the living room.

The couch is massive, one of those oversized sectionals we bou ght specifically for nights like this.

He lays her down in the center, his mouth capturing hers in a slow kiss.

I lay beside her, my hands roaming greedily over every curve, mapping the heat of her skin with my fingertips.

“You look perfect like this,” I purr, my lips teasing the shell of her ear, trailing down her jaw before dragging my tongue along the sensitive column of her throat.

“Like you were made to be ours—every inch of you.”

Eric kneels at the foot of the couch, his gaze dark as he spreads her thighs apart again. “She is ours.”

But before he buries his face between her thighs, Sven sits on the other side of her, his hand digging into the coffee table’s hidden drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. With a slow squeeze, he slicks himself up, the obscene sound filling the air.

"I need you to be my bad girl tonight," he growls, fisting his cock. "Come sit on me. I want to feel that tight little ass stretch around me, watch you take every inch while he fucks you hard from the front.”

Without saying a word, she stands, turns around, and straddles him slowly, her back arching against his chest. Sven’s hands grip her ass, spreading her open as he drags the head of his cock against her tight hole.

“I need you to ride this cock until you you’re so wrecked you can barely stand,” he huffs, and in one sm ooth, unrelenting thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, forcing a strangled gasp from her lips as her body fights to take every thick inch.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he grits out, his fingers digging into her hips as he bounces her up and down. “That ass is mine, isn't it, bad girl?”

“Ye-yes, Daddy.”

Ava’s legs tremble as she spreads her legs wider and leans back, hands braced on the cushions, her pussy glistening and open, inviting Eric in.

He drops between her thighs, inhaling her scent like a starved man before shoving his tongue deep inside her dripping cunt.

He devours her folds, growling against her swollen clit as she writhes helplessly between them.

“You taste so fucking good,” he groans, his voice thick with need. “I could spend all fucking night buried in this sweet little pussy, making you come over and over until you can't speak.”

She gasps, her hands gripping the cushions as pleasure coils deep in her belly. The wet sounds of Eric’s tongue working her mix with Sven’s rough grunts as he thrusts harder, consuming her, owning every inch.

And just when she thinks she can’t take any more, Eric pulls back, his lips glistening with her cum.

He stands, his cock hard, ready, teasing her entrance as he leans over her, caging her in with his body.

His fingers tangle in her hair, tugging her head back so she’s forced to look at him.

Then, he snaps his hip forward, pushing his cock inside her, filling her in one brutal pound.

Ava's eyes roll to the back of her head as she cries out, her body caught in between their need.

“Are you ready to be completely destroyed?” Sven grunts from under her.

"Yes, Daddy."

They take her without mercy, stretching her, using her, smashing her in perfect rhythm.

The room fills with filthy, desperate sounds—moans, gasps, the slick, crude slap of skin on skin.

It’s primal. It’s pure fucking sin. And I need to get in.

With one hole left to claim, I climb onto the couch and stand next to her, my cock throbbing at attention. I grab her by the hair, tilting her face up and toward me. “Open your naughty little mouth,” I growl. “And suck my cock.”

She doesn’t hesitate. Her lips stretch wide as she wraps them around me, sucking deep, hollowing her cheeks.

Her breath is rag ged, desperate, a soft whimper escaping as she flicks her tongue against my tip before plunging down again, taking me deeper, choking slightly before pulling back with a wet pop.

She does it again. And again. She's addicted, swallowing me down like she needs it to breathe.

I fist her hair tighter, my control hanging by a thread. “You like getting your mouth fucked, don’t you?” My voice is nothing but gravel and need.

She nods, but that’s not enough. I grip her chin, forcing her to look up at me, my cock sliding out of her mouth, but still touching her swollen lips. “Say it. I want you to beg for my taste.”

Her pupils blow wide, her expression turning naughty. “Use me. I want you to fuck my throat until I can’t breathe. I want to taste your cum, every last drop, while your cock pulses inside me.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Something snaps inside me. Fisting her hair, I thrust deep, forcing myself down her throat.

She gags, her nails digging into my thighs, but she doesn’t pull back.

No, she moans around me, sucking harder, her throat clenching.

I fuck her mouth without mercy, her spit dripping down her chin, messy, filthy, perfect .

“ Fuck,” Eric groans. “That’s hot.”

Sven curses under his breath, his hip jerks turning erratic as he rams up into her from underneath. We’re all on the edge, her body the spark setting us ablaze.

I plunge myself in her one last time, my cum spewing over her tongue. She swallows every drop, licking her lips, her eyes locked onto mine as she gives me a devilish smirk.

Eric slams deep with a broken groan, his body contracting as he loses himself. Ava shudders, body seizing as she follows him over the edge, writhing between him and Sven.

Sven pulls her back flush against his chest, then drives up hard, one last brutal push sending him spiraling. His moan is guttural, primal, his entire body shaking as he fills her.

She's done. Completely satisfied.

“You were so good at being bad tonight, Hottie” I grin, as I collapse onto the couch.

She returns with strawberries and whipped cream—the perfect dessert after…

well, after dessert . We take turns feeding her like the goddess she is, fingers grazing over her lips, hands caressing the soft curve of her stomach as we revel in the warmth of this moment.

The music plays in the background, a quiet soundt rack to the life we’re building, the future we’re daring to dream about.

Maybe a kid for each of us, though we know in our hearts it won’t matter whose blood runs through their veins. We’ll love them all the same, raise them together, and give them a life filled with love, devotion, protection, and happiness.

This isn’t just a home.

It’s everything we didn’t know we needed.

And I can’t wait for what’s next.

~ THE END ~

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