Page 107 of Pucking Around

I roll my eyes as Caleb sits up to claim his double-stuffed chocolate chip cookie sandwich.

“How about you give me a swig,” he says, nodding at my chocolate milk.

“How about you go die,” I reply, draining it in two more gulps. I crunch the bottle and toss it into the trashcan.

Rachel fishes out a cookie for herself. “How are the knees tonight? Did you ice them?”

“Rough,” I reply, my mouth full of soft cookie and enough buttercream frosting to cover a cake. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” I add, picking a sprinkle off my chin.

She raises a dark brow at me, daring to look all innocent. “Oh, yeah? What’s that, angel?”

“I know pity food when I see it, guys.” I stuff the rest of my cookie in my mouth. “I’d get petulant about it, but these cookies are orgasmic,” I add, licking my fingers clean of frosting.

Rachel watches me, her own cookie ignored in her hand.

“What?”

“Hmm? Oh, nothing,” she replies, setting her cookie back in the box. “I just had something else for you. But seeing as you’ve got sore knees, and you just orgasmed over your cookie, I doubt you’ll be very interested.”

I perk up. “What? No, I’m interested. What else did you bring me?”

Over on the bed, Caleb chuckles. “I don’t know if he can handle it, Hurricane.”

My gaze darts between them. “What is it? Tell me. It’s not fair if he knows and I don’t.”

Rachel shrugs. “Alright. Just know you asked for this.” She reaches inside her shoulder bag and pulls something out. Turning slowly, she shows it to me.

Be still my kinky fucking heart.

My girl is standing in my hotel room holding a massive purple dildo shaped like a squid tentacle.

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My mouth falls open as I stare at the massive toy in Rachel’s hands. It’s easily like a foot long. It’s tapered at one end, getting bigger at the base. We’re talking Pringles can. Shit, if she sat on that thing, it would tickle her damn tonsils.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” I say, my gaze darting between her and Caleb.

She’s still grinning. “You too tired to play, angel? You can always watch.”

I sweep forward, cupping her face, and kiss her senseless. I’ve needed my girl like I need air. The travel and the weird schedule are the worst part about hockey life. I just want to be in my bed every night, with her warm pussy making a nice home for my dick.

She shifts between us, dropping the squid cock onto the desk, her hands going back to fist my shirt. She pulls it off over my head, her hands going to my chest, smoothing over my muscles.

“Cay, come here,” I call.

She smiles up at me, her dark gaze warm and sensual. I love the pout of her lips. I brush over it with my thumb as Cay slips off the bed and steps around behind her.

“What’s the game plan here, baby girl?” I say brushing the loose tendrils back from her face.

She turns her face into my hand and kisses my palm. “I have some ideas.”

“Wanna share with the team?”

She reaches behind herself for Caleb’s hands, pulling him closer as she places his hands around her, helping his fingers find the zipper of her hoodie. Her hands go back to my chest as he unzips her.

I look down to see her sports bra has a front zip too. “One more, Cay.”

His hands drift back up, finding the zipper, pulling it down. He pops the two pieces of zipper free, and the stretchy fabric gives, Rachel’s bare breasts dropping with their natural weight.