Page 3 of Puck Me With Your Best Shot (Playing the Puck #13)

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“ T urn your head to the side and cough.” One of her hands tightens around my cock as the other one squeezes my balls. A moan catches in my throat as I think about her jerking me off until I come all over her sweet body.

My cock jerks in her hand at the thought, and all I can do is smile and shrug my shoulders. She has to know how hot she is. No red-blooded male would be able to resist her, especially when she’s holding them like this.

Sure, it’s a professional exam, and she hasn’t crossed the line, unless you count the little hitch in her breathing when she first wrapped her hand around my cock, or at least tried to wrap her hand around it.

Turning my head, I do as I’m instructed and cough, my balls jiggling in her hand. The slight feeling of her thumb caressing my ball sack is so brief I might have missed it if I wasn’t hyperaware of her touch.

I’ve had my fair share of physicals with hernia checks, but I can honestly say I’ve never been aroused by one until now. Even with the plastic of her gloves acting as a barrier between us, I can still feel the heat of her hand branding me wherever she touches.

“Okay, good.” Her gloved hand slides off my shaft, making it jerk one more time as she lets go of it and my balls in one fluid motion.

I glance down to see a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I can’t help but wonder if she saw it too.

The thought does nothing to cool my body down as I picture her kneeling in front of me, licking it off.

“You can go ahead and get dressed and send the next guy in.” She says, pulling her gloves off with a snap and tossing them in the trash can as I put my clothes back on.

When I was called up from the minor leagues to cover for an injured player on the Iowa hockey team, I thought that would be the highlight of my hockey career, but this woman has just unlocked a fantasy I didn’t realize I was into—playing doctor with a sexy woman.

“Sure.” Not wanting to leave yet, I try to stall. “Is there anything else I need to do?”

She looks up from the file she's working on, “Stop by the trainer's office and let them know you need a cup to pee in for the gonorrhea and chlamydia tests.” Her eyes shift back to her desk, dismissing me.

Still not wanting to leave, my eyes roam from her long, golden blonde hair to her pink full lips, to the slight opening of her shirt with just enough buttons buttoned that I only get a small glance at the creamy swells of the top of her breasts.

“Did you need something else, Mr. Spencer?” Her irritated tone reminds me of an annoyed teacher reprimanding a student.

Great, now another kink has been revealed—getting punished by the teacher for being a bad boy.

I wonder if she’s into role-playing.

I’ve been so focused on hockey for so long that I haven’t made time for hookups lately. I thought once I settled in with my new team, I would hook up with all the puck bunnies I wanted. But now, after meeting Kameron, that idea doesn’t seem as appealing as it used to.

The sound of her fingernails tapping on her desk reminds me that she is waiting for my answer. “I was wondering if you would ever consider dating a hockey player.”

The tapping stops as her mouth opens in surprise, “That wouldn’t be appropriate,” she says after recovering from the initial shock. “Besides, I’m not looking for some random hookup.” Her eyes shift to the closed door and back, as if dismissing me once again.

“I’m not looking for a random hookup. If I wanted that, I’d pick up a puck bunny or two.” My attempt at joking about picking up two puck bunnies falls flat.

"Look, you seem like a nice kid. But I’m not interested," she sighs.

“Kid? I’m only a few years younger than you, I bet.”

“Try eight years.” She lets out an adorable snort. “Now, please leave and send in the next guy for his physical.”

Knowing it’s time to back off, I do as I’m told and step into the hallway where Colsen and Bryer are waiting for their turn.

“She’s ready for whoever wants to go next.” I take a seat in one of the open chairs in the hallway and wait for Bryer and Colsen to have their turn with the hot doctor while I plan how to convince her to go out on a date with me.

I sit in the hallway, waiting as Bryer and Colsen each get their physicals from Kameron. As they leave her exam room, I can see in their eyes that they’re just as drawn to her as I am.

I’ve thoroughly researched the Iowa Poseidon.

I know everything about the team, including their romantic relationships.

I’d heard the rumors about the limited number of puck bunnies who hang out at their games.

I later discovered that it's because most of the players, coaches, and owners are part of a peculiar group dynamic that consists of one woman to three men.

It’s the same with the Minnesota Norse hockey team. I never thought I would be interested in the idea of sharing a woman, but the thought of sharing Kameron with Bryer and Colsen has its own appeal. And from the look in their eyes, they agree.

Now our only hurdle is to convince Kameron.