Page 129 of Pucking Sweet

Lukas tucks himself in behind me, rocking with us until I can feel his hard cock grinding against my ass. He sweeps my hair aside, kissing my neck. “You ready to win this game?”

I shiver, looking into Colton’s dark eyes. They glitter with the light of the twirling disco ball. “What do I have to do?”

“Get a dick pic,” he replies. “Which can be accomplished while you give a hand job.”

I shake my head, unable to stifle my laugh. “If you think I’m gonna do that right here in the middle of this dance floor, you’re both crazy. Olivia can keep her money.”

Lukas cups my breasts over the shirt, pinching my nipples until I gasp. “We have a fix for any more public displays of indecency.”

“And what’s that?”

“The last box to check,” he teases. “The only other one you need for double bingo.”

I turn in their arms, facing Lukas. “And which one is that?”

His smile is blinding as he leans in. “Three minutes in heaven.”

I go still, heart racing. Are we really doing this?

Hell yes.

Feeling like a powerful goddess, I take their hands and lead them away from the dancers, angling toward the bathroom. I make a quick stop by Tina at the bar.

“Having fun?” she calls over the music.

“Tons,” I reply, adrenaline flooding me.

“And just where are you three going?”

I hold her gaze and grin. “To win double bingo. Give me your purse.”

She slides it over. It takes me all of two seconds to find what I’m looking for. Pulling out a sample packet of cinnamon bun-flavored lube, I hold it up between two fingers. “I’m taking this.”

She smiles from ear to ear. “Yeah, you are. Go get some.”

I hand her back her purse. “Cunt block the others while I’m gone, yeah? No one is winning bingo tonight but me.”

Tina shakes her head, smiling like a proud mama bear. “Who are you, and what have you done with Poppy St. James?”

“Don’t worry about what I’ve done,” I tease. “Just be jealous of what I’m about to do.”

“You’re my hero,” she calls as I walk away, my guys hot on my heels.

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Istep into the tiny pub bathroom, crossing to the far wall in two strides. Lukas and Colton crowd in behind me, squishing together to get the door shut. The dance music is instantly muffled. Colton throws the lock, and they turn as one, shoulders brushing in the tight space as they stare hungrily down at me.

My smile falters as I take them in. Now that we’re alone, all the questions and confusion I’ve been trying to keep trapped in a box are starting to leak out. I’m not this girl. I’m not “offers hand jobs in a bathroom” girl. I’m “panics about her feelings and stress runs five miles” girl. Two beautiful men are standing here, wanting me. My heart is racing, my palms feel clammy, and all I can think is, “What the heck are we doing?”

Okay, so I guess I don’t think it. I just go ahead and say it out loud.

“We’re playing three minutes in heaven,” Lukas replies with a grin. “It’ll be a busy three minutes because we have to manage a dick pic and a hand job. If we wanted to go for a Triple bingo, you could give us a lap dance too—”

“I meant what arewedoing!” I gesture frantically between the three of us. “What the heck is this?”

“We thought that was obvious,” he replies with a shrug.

“Obvious? Lukas, you just hard-launched our love triangle to my sister and all her friends! Without telling me first! Do you have any idea the shitstorm that little joke is gonna swirl me in? As if I didn’t have enough on my plate with this new job, and this stupid, awful wedding, now I’m gonna have to field questions from my mother about why two hockey players are calling themselves my boyfriends.”