Page 7 of Her Puck Daddies

The constant tug-of-war between wanting her and pushing her away is seriously messing with my head.

Normally, I can cope better than Levi since I have a more laidback nature, but not right now. Right now, I’m wishing we could go back in time and warn ourselves away from the pretty brunette with her blonde highlights and dark eyes. We would never have mixed business with pleasure if we’d known Cecille was going to hire Hottie—Ava Sterling—to rub us down.

Fuck me.

Pretty please?

I grunt under my breath. I’m such a manwhore. Funny how a part of me doesn’t mind. And take a wild guess which part that is?

But dragging Ava off like some caveman isn’t an option now, so I’d better get my head out of the trash.

“Gentlemen, you must return to your seats now,” the flight attendant says now that he’s managed to get Ava seated, but Sven’s gaze never leaves Ava.

“Did you know who we were?” my captain asks her. I’m wondering that, too. “You acted like you had no clue about our identities. Were you faking?”

“No, not at all. I don’t follow hockey… or any sport really. I’m not into all that.”

“Yet hockey is your job?” Levi snarls, his sarcasm and outrage on full display again. His mood swings are ridiculous—hot one minute, cold the next.

“It’s going to be,” she replies, a little defensive, clicking the fingernails of one hand against the nails of her other. “I don’t need to know much about hockey to treat your muscle groups. That’s my job, and that’s what I have all my experience in. I didn’t even know who any of you were until after I agreed totake the position, I swear. That’s when Cecille sent me the file on all of you, and I realized we had—”

“Gotten to know each other already,” Sven finishes, his tone calm and steady. Levi scoffs, and I snort, but it’s not out of amusement. This situation is far from funny. It’s just… unbelievable.

The flight attendant’s brows shoot up, clearly intrigued, as he pauses his attempts to get us to sit, locking eyes with another passenger who shares the same expression.

Great.Hopefully, they don’t know who we are. Or care.

After a beat, he blinks and refocuses. “Gentlemen, please. We’re about to land,” he insists, more firmly this time.

Sven tilts his head, that knowing look of his suggesting he’s buying what Ava’s selling. As we shuffle back toward our seats, I’m starting to believe her too. I might suck at reading the written word, but after all these years, I’ve learned how to read people. As much as this whole situation sucks, there's nothing about her that screams trouble or bad intentions.

Well, except when she's slipping into that good girl act behind closed doors.Then, things get... very naughty to say the least.

I shake my head, trying to snap out of it. I can’t keep thinking like this.

For the most part, though, I’m pretty sure she’s being straight with us. Even Levi seems less aggravated and more cautious at this point.

Still, if Ava ever lets the cat out of the bag about our kinky sex habits, it could seriously wreck our public image. I know it sounds selfish, especially with her being under the weather and all, passing out like that. I don’t want anything bad happening to her—hell, I don’t even want her to feel uncomfortable around us. But let’s be real... Sven and Levi are everything to me. The captain’s like the older brother I never had, and the goalie? He’s my younger brother, the one I’ve always looked out for. They’ve become my family in a way I didn’t know I needed, especially after losing my parents right after college, and just before I got signed by the Avs. I depend on them to keep me grounded, to remind me what matters, and honestly? I can’t risk losing that connection.

But Ava? She could disrupt that balance… or just completely destroy it, and I’m not sure how I’d handle that.

I wait for the panic to hit me, for my dick to lose wood at the thought. But it doesn’t happen. My body blindly wants what it wants. The weird thing is, so do I. If she were up to fucking in that bathroom, I would do it, no hesitation.

God, I suck.

It’s only once we’re belted into our seats again that Levi grumbles, “This could go so sideways for us.”

“If it’s bad for us, it’s bad for her, too,” Sven mutters. “It would be smart for her to keep what went down between us to herself, for all our sakes.”

The more I think about it, the more I agree. Our captain is the most patient and grounded of us. He’s also usually right, whether it’s about making plays on the ice or big decisions off of it.

So, I’m going to trust him on this one.

Then, of course, my mind betrays me as the wheels drop and the plane starts its descent. The memory of her pussy tight around my cock in that hotel suite floods my mind, the way her body trembled beneath me as I fucked her deep.

And just like that, my dick twitches to life…again.

So, I do everything I can to get it under control as we touch down. By the time we come to a stop and the seatbelt sign finally switches off, I’ve pictured enough mundane images to get the raging boner under control.