Page 50 of Her Puck Daddies

It’s true. I’ve been with the team the longest, and my agent made sure my paychecks reflect that. Unlike my buddies, my condo sits on the top floor, ten stories up, offering the best view of every sunset.

And now, Ava is coming to my place. My space. I haven’t brought a woman there since my last relationship ended five years ago. Not for lack of trying—I’ve had two relationships that lasted beyond a few months, but nothing that ever stuck. Maybe I was waiting for the right one.

We’ve always kept things contained to hotel rooms, where the risk of getting caught was low, where it was all about the heat of the moment. But this? This is different. More intimate. More real.

And I want it. I wanther.

This isn’t just about lust anymore. I haven’t been able to get Ava out of my head since I found out she’d be our new masseuse. But after that night in the New York—when I had her to myself, when she let go and became my good little bad girl—I knew one taste would never be enough.

Even though none of us make a habit of spilling our bedroom secrets, this situation demands absolute discretion. What happens between the three of us stays right there—private, untouchable. And since it’s in Ava’s best interest to keep this lockeddown too, I don’t see a problem. Now, it’s just a matter of when.

I scan Levi’s hotel room, wishing we were back home. The need to bury myself in Ava again is already winding me too tight, and the wait is damn near unbearable.

Thankfully, the next morning, we’re on our way. And by the afternoon, I’m stretched out on Ava’s massage table, restless with anticipation.

“I’m glad you agreed to spend some time with us again,” I tell her, my gaze dragging over the curves hidden beneath those scrubs she always wears. I remind myself to keep my hands to myself… for now. I know she’s had her hands on Levi and Eric in this room, but I can’t follow their lead. My fucking climaxes are anything but quiet, and I have no intention of holding back. Which means I need to wait until we’re somewhere I don’t have to.

But I don’t mind. Not when I’ve arranged this appointment with her, partly to get a chance to make a real plan.

“Can you come over on Friday after practice?”

She’s focused on kneading the calf muscles of my left leg and the deep pressure has me holding back a grunt. It’s only when she finishes that she finally speaks.

“Sounds good,” she says casually, as if nothing has changed.

Over the next day and a half, I’m practically itching to have her. My mind is full of filthy scenarios we didn’t get to explore the first time, imagining how she’ll respond.

The night we met in Jersey was about competition. Who could push her the hardest, who could pull the most orgasms from her body. But this time? This is about teamwork. It’s not just about counting Ava’s orgasms, even though I know we’ll still keep track, because we’re men and we’re just competitive as hell. But it’s not about winning now. It’s more about making sure we’re all in sync, hitting that peak together as we give her everything she needs.

Our schedule unfolds exactly as planned that Friday—afternoon practice, morning drills the next day. But all I can think about is tonight. I need to be well-rested, because sleep is taking a backseat to our rendezvous.

After practice, I’m going to offer her a ride—in more ways than one. And damn, just the thought of it has my blood heating.

I steal glances at her in the stands, watching us. She’s not only coming to the games anymore. She’s watching our practices.

She’s watching me.

Andman, if that doesn’t make my dick throb like a bass drum in a packed stadium. All she needs is my jersey, and I’ll be two seconds from pinning her against the nearest wall and fucking her so hard she’ll be begging for me every single day.

Levi has another solid practice, and coach tips his chin at him as he skates off the ice. I follow, Eric just a step behind me when a sharp, piercing scream cuts through the rink.

Feminine. Panicked.

We don’t normally react to fans yelling in the stands—it’s hockey. They scream, they cheer, they lose their minds.

But this?

This isn’t just some random fan.

That scream belongs toAva.

And every muscle in my body locks up.

My response is instinctual. One second, I’m skating past the blue line. The next, I’m flying toward the nearest opening in the plexiglass, my skates digging into the ice as I race to reach her.

It looks like she fell down the stairs. She tries to stand, but the moment she does, she tumbles right back down.

I get to her first, with Eric on my tail, but a trainer is already closing in on us, his medical bag in hand.