Page 251 of Pucking Around

Tears sting my eyes as I watch him pull away from Jake. He’s standing there with his gold medal around his neck, looking every inch the hockey god. We were all at the medal ceremony earlier. I bawled my eyes out when they put it around his neck. And we’ve already all said our congratulations. We took a thousand pictures, posting them to social media at Poppy’s insistence.

But here he is at last, in the privacy of our hotel room, and we can celebrate how we want. No cameras. No press. No ‘Team Price’ media circus.

It’s been a year of major adjustments for all of us, letting the press and the hockey community get over the shock of our unorthodox relationship. But my guys were right—for every one asshole internet troll who wants to tell us we’re going to hell, a thousand more people are always there to wish us well.

Ilmari’s gaze heats hotter than a fire as he brushes past Jake, sweeping me into his arms. I melt against him, desperate for his every touch. “How does it feel?” I say, mid-kiss, my hands smoothing down the strap of his medal.

His hands are all over me, holding me tight to him. “Amazing,” he mutters.

I smile up at him, raising my hand to stroke his cheek.

His eye catches the glint on my thumb and he’s snatching for my wrist. “Give it back.”

I let him slip his wedding ring off my thumb and watch as he slides it back onto his finger. It’s almost like a weight lifts off him as it slips into place, like he’s not complete without that ring around his finger reminding him of who he is and where he belongs.

I cup his face with both hands. “I’m so proud of you, kulta. You were amazing.”

He kisses me again and I let myself get lost in this feeling of his power, his joy. Our kissing heats up, and soon he’s breaking away with a soft curse.

“What do you want?” I say. “Our gold medal Olympian gets whatever he wants tonight.”

“Yeah, but only for tonight,” Jake warns from the edge of the bed. “Tomorrow it’s back to me calling all the shots.”

Ilmari growls, casting him a glare as behind him Caleb huffs an incredulous laugh.

“What do you want?” I say again.

“You know what I want,” he replies, his voice fevered with need.

Taking a deep breath, I nod. “Then, I’m saying yes.”

“Yes?”

“Joo.”

“Yes, Rakas.” His joy is infections as he grabs me, hauling me up against him. He turns us, dropping me onto the bed next to Jake. “Get lost, Jake,” he growls.

“What? Ouch—” Jake gasps indignantly as Ilmari swats his hand away from me.

I’m wholly at Ilmari’s mercy as he jerks my cami off up over my head and tosses it to the floor, leaving me topless.

“Go play with Caleb,” he orders. “Right now, she’s mine.”

Jake scoffs, pushing himself off the bed. “Just so you know, scoring a goalie goal to clinch the Olympic gold medal is literally theonlyset of circumstances I can accept that mean you get your way right now. Come tomorrow, you slap my hand away from my wife, I’ll bite it off.”

“Noted,” he mutters, eyes on me as he takes the gold medal off and drops it to the floor, his shirt following.

Caleb steps around behind him to stand by Jake. As Ilmari strips off my silky shorts, I glance over to them, watching as Caleb slings an arm around Jake’s shoulder and cups his cock. “Do you wanna watch with me, angel? Or I can put you on your knees and pound your sweet ass.”

Jake groans, leaning into him, but it’s Ilmari who replies, dropping his athletic pants to the floor and fisting his hard cock. “No ass play tonight. And neither of you better fucking come.”

Caleb blinks at him. “What?”

“We can’t touch Rachel, and we can’t come? Cool,” Jake deadpans. He turns to Caleb. “Wanna just play checkers or something?”

I snort a laugh, but I’m quickly silenced by Ilmari grabbing me by the calves and dragging me down the bed. He drops to his knees, flinging my legs over his broad shoulders as he descends, his mouth claiming my needy pussy.

“Oh god—” I gasp, arching my back as both hands go to his head. I dig my heels into his back, holding him close as he devours me. I can’t control my moans as his tongue licks and teases. He hums against me, knowing how I love it. My human vibrator. This man eats pussy like a god. All my guys are talented. And they’re always ravenous. Enthusiasm alone can get you a long way.