Page 59 of Her Puck Daddies

“Like a movie?” she asks.

Sven hesitates for a beat but quickly recovers. “Right. Sure. Whatever you want.”

Smart move. Not every woman is as into hockey as we are.

Ava picksThe Return of the King, and while I’ve definitely seen it, it’s been a while. Between morning skate, our gym session, and afternoon practice, exhaustion starts creeping in. By ten, my eyelids are getting heavy.

Sven is already out, Ava’s injured leg propped up in his lap. Levi is slumped onto his side at the other end of the couch, arms folded, breathing deep and even.

Ava lasts the longest, but eventually, her eyes flutter shut, her long hair spilling over her face. She makes this soft little snuffling sound as she sleeps—cute as hell. If I had the energy, I’d record it just to listen to later.

But I don’t.

Despite the flashing scenes and background music humming from the screen, my own eyes start to close.

The next thing I know, I’m jostled awake—not by a touch, but by the unmistakable sounds filling the space. Ragged breaths. Low, guttural groans. The sharp clap of their bodies meeting. My eyelids pop open, and I blink at the clock on the wall. It’s 2:21 AM.

Sven and Ava are tangled up in a mess of naked limbs, her busted ankle awkwardly propped on a pillow—not that it seems to bother either of them.

Sven’s on his knees on the couch, Ava bent over on all fours in front of him, gripping the cushions like they’re the only thingkeeping her grounded as he pounds into her from behind. Hard. Relentless.

Every thrust pulls a sharp cry from her lips, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room, drowning out everything else. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of sex, and fuck if it doesn’t make my blood run hot.

“Take it,” he growls. “Spread that pretty little cunt of yours open for me.”

“Yes,” she gasps in pleasure.

“Yes, what?” he demands suddenly, fisting a handful of her hair, yanking her head back just enough to make her breath hitch.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s right,” he purrs against her ears. “It’s always Daddy. You forget again, and I’ll have to remind you who owns this tight little cunt.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she pants in submission. “Let me make it up to you.”

“Mmm. Show me,” he rumbles, pulling her head to the side. He lowers his mouth to her throat, dragging his tongue slowly along the sensitive curve of her neck, claiming her before he bitesdown just enough to make her gasp. “Show me who you fucking belong to.”

Doggie snaps his hips forward once, a broken whimper releasing from her lips, her knees threatening to give out. But instead of collapsing, she frees his hand from her hair and bends all the way down for him, arching her back into the perfect angle. Then she starts moving, rolling her hips back to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper, letting him own her.

The sharp crack of his palm against her ass makes her tremble, a moan spilling from her lips as her body shudders in response. Their bodies move in sync, a brutal, unrelenting pace that only seems to drive them both higher.

But they’re not alone.

Every movement, every sound sending a bolt of heat straight to my cock. I’m already hard, straining against my jeans, fighting to break free. God, she’s so fucking hot.

I glance over to the left, my pulse spiking at the sight of Levi watching—hungry, waiting, ready to join in. He sits up from his slouch, sliding closer, his grip tightening around his cock as he strokes it slow, deliberate, teasing himself as he watches the scene unfold.

Hiseyes are dark, filled with wicked intent. “Look at you, Hottie. So fucking eager,” he groans. “Taking all of him like the good little girl you are. You want more, don’t you?”

She nods frantically, her breath catching in her throat as she tries to form words, but Doggie doesn’t slow. If anything, his thrusts become more punishing, wringing another cry from her lips as she meets his force when pushing back into him.

“Use your words, Hottie,” Spandex coaxes, his grip tightening around his length, stroking faster. “Tell me how much you love being our little plaything.”

“I love it,” she breathes, her voice breaking on a moan. “Use me, all of me.”

Doggie throws his head back with a deep, guttural groan of satisfaction. “Careful, Hottie. You have no idea what those words do to me.” When he looks down at her again, a dark, sinister smirk plays on his lips. “So, you like bouncing back on Daddy’s dick. Is my good girl ready to play a little game, then?”

“Please, Daddy,” she whines.