Puck One Night Stands: a grumpy-sunshine, best friend’s brother hockey rom com (Chicago Racketeers Book 1)

SITTING DOWN HARD on my sofa that evening, a glass of red wine in my hand, I sigh with relief. Today was exhausting. Not only did I have to mediate between Crew and Nathan, the Racketeers defenseman sustained a hip flexor strain in practice. Alexei is known for his aggressive skating style and he beats the hell out of his hip joints and groin muscles. He’s rotating joint and soft tissues injuries every other season.

As team physician, I always feel responsible when these guys injure themselves doing something I’ve warned them not to do. But they’re athletes and they want to win, despite that we’ve talked endlessly about stretching and not overextending in practice.

Stretching.

The word has an immediate visual popping into my head of Dani taking two dicks at once like Paris, the heroine in her favorite book.

Damn.

Now that’s something I can’t wait to try. Or watch.

Adjusting myself in my joggers, I take another sip of wine and debate if I should listen to a podcast or reread key parts of One Night In Paris.

But then a notification dings that a doc from Dani has been shared with me.

Hell, yeah. I can’t wait to see what my little spicy smut writer has cooked up today after her night with Nathan. And morning with Crew. She must be feeling inspired.

In the hotel he’d gotten for them, Sturgeon knelt between Divine’s thighs, all the lights on so that he could sweep his gaze over the length of her naked body. She shivered under his view, feeling stripped before him in every way.

He could see all of her, inside and out.

The hotel was luxurious, with a view of the city skyline, and Divine didn’t understand how Sturgeon could afford this. He was a bodyguard. But being there with him makes her feel safe and protected for the first time since her abduction. Maybe ever. In spite of her age, it just now felt like she was fully a woman.

“Divine, spread your legs,” he ordered. “Open yourself to me.”

Shivering, she obeyed him immediately. Cool air hit the heat between her thighs, generated by Sturgeon’s blazing gaze.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” His thumbs massaged my soft folds before he settled his thick cock between them. “You want me, don’t you? You want all this cock deep inside you.”

“Yes,” she murmured. “Please. I want your cock.”

He bent down and kissed me, possessively. “I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

Then he was inside her, filling her completely, as she cried out in pleasure.

He never looked away. He never closed his eyes.

He just drilled his gaze into her while his cock did the same.

She was dripping with her arousal, soaking him. Her hips were relaxed, legs slack. She just laid back and let him dominate her with his dick, drawing them both closer and closer to completion. The sensation built and built in her core, and her eyes drifted shut.

He gripped her chin. Not hard, but commanding. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you when you come all over my dick.”

She couldn’t speak or protest. She must obey. He knew how to pleasure her. She trusted that.

He eased a finger between them, teasing at her clit. “Come for me, my sweet Divine.”

It was all she needed. Everything that had been held back burst forth, an explosion of ecstasy, fanning out from her pussy to every inch of her body. Her mind emptied in pure bliss as she gazed at him in wonder, screaming her approval.

“Yes, fuck, yes!”

He smiled, a sharp smile of satisfaction, before he emptied himself into her with a controlled orgasm, teeth gritted.

“Sturgeon,” she whispered, overwhelmed. “Don’t hold back.”

He was still inside her. “I own you, Divine. I own this hotel, I own the casino. I own everything, because I’m the mafia boss, not a bodyguard.”

Confused, she stared up at him, pushing her hair back off of her face. “I don’t understand. You’re a billionaire?”

He nodded. “And I’ve kidnapped you from your kidnappers. I own you now, body and soul. Tomorrow we marry.”

Okay. Plot twist. I didn’t see that one coming. No pun intended. I grin, shaking my head. I’m starting to really get invested in the story. Especially the scenes from Divine’s point of view because even though the language is a little hyped up, it feels and sounds like Dani to me. It’s like getting a peek into her brain and her desires.

This is obviously about Nathan.

Dominating and bossy.

I don’t care that she’s writing a thinly veiled retelling of her night with another man. I’m loving every minute of watching her blossom into her sexuality.

I can’t wait to see her experiencing everything she wants to in bed with me, Nathan, and Crew. She’s going to come apart for us in the best way possible.

The last line of this newest scene mentions marriage. I realize that it is technically fiction, and for whatever reason, Dani has chosen to write in the mafia subgenre, but I wonder if marriage is important to her. I hope it is. Not that I’m thinking that far ahead, but that’s a mistake I’ve made in my dating life. I’ve chosen to spend time with women who aren’t interested in marriage or kids and in the end, I’ve just been disappointed. The ultimate goal for me is a wife and a family.

I make a Facetime call to her. I know I told Crew and Nathan they couldn’t make plans with her for tonight, but a phone call is regular communication. It’s what I would do normally after reading a scene she’s written and I don’t want her second guessing what my response is or doubting her talent.

Dani accepts my call. Her face appears, a surprised smile on her face. She’s obviously lying in bed. There are pillows propped up behind her. Seeing all that red hair fanned out against the backdrop of fluffy white sheets makes me hard. I want to be in that bed snuggled up against her, dusting kisses across her neck and sliding my fingers through those wavy strands of hair. I want to kiss every single freckle she has, mapping her body with my tongue as I descend between her breasts…

“Hi,” she says.

Ripping my thoughts back to the present, I smile. “Hi. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, I can’t sleep. I’ve just been tossing and turning.”

“A lot on your mind?” I imagine being pursued by three men at once would crowd your thoughts.

“You could say that. It’s been an intense few days.” She shifts a little and I can see she’s sleeping in that Racketeers T-shirt Nathan gave her. The one that’s too small.

She’s not wearing a bra, obviously, and it gives me a perfect view of her chest and her nipples. Her tight nipples. The bedding is up to her waist, making me wonder what is going on below it. Is she wearing panties or is she naked, having spent the night touching herself?

“What normally helps you sleep? An orgasm?” I ask.

Her cheeks turn pink but she nods. “Yes.”

“Were you working on one before I called?”

“Sort of. I was warming up to it by reading a little. I haven’t, um, started yet.” The screen tilts and a purple vibrator is on the pillow next to hers.

Damn. I grip my dick and give it a hard squeeze beneath my gray joggers. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just wanted to tell you I loved what you wrote. Divine is really coming into her own. We can talk tomorrow though.” I’m being polite, of course. Trying to be respectful. I want to stay on this call with her and I want to walk her through getting off with that vibe.

“No, no, we can talk now. I want to talk now.” She pushes herself into more of a sitting position and the shirt clings to her nipples and rides up, exposing her midriff.

“That shirt is still too small,” I tell her. “But in this context I’m a huge fucking fan.”

She glances down at her chest. “Oh, I forgot I had this on.” Her fingers brush down the front, as if she is flicking off a piece of lint.

“You could take it off.” I prop my phone up onto a vase on my coffee table. “To be fair, I’ll take my shirt off first.” I strip my T-shirt over my head and toss it on the couch next to me.

Her eyes widen. Her tongue flicks over her bottom lip. “Michael. Oh, my God, you’re…” She reaches for a water bottle. It’s a pineapple shape. She sucks on the plastic green straw eagerly.

I grin. “You thirsty?”

She nods eagerly. “Very, very thirsty. You’re hiding a whole lot of hotness under those golf shirts and button ups.”

That makes me grin. “I try to keep in shape.”

“That’s not trying, that’s succeeding.”

Yeah, I’m loving this. My ego is being stroked. If only I was in that bed, she could be stroking my dick at the same time. “Your latest scene is great. I wouldn’t change a thing. Did Nathan inspire it?”

“A little. Does that bother you?”

“No. I want you to enjoy yourself. That doesn’t mean I’m not a little jealous though. I’d like to see you coming myself, Cookie. Can you come for me if I talk you through it?”

“Now?” She sounds a little surprised, but mostly excited.

I knew my sweet girl would like a dirty phone call. She’s primed and ready for all kinds of sexiness from all the reading and writing she does.

“Yes, now. Give you a little more inspiration. Take your shirt off. Give me just a glimpse. Then you can cover up. Or not. It’s up to you. I just want to know that you’re totally naked.”

As she shifts a little, tugging her shirt up with one hand, I keep talking. “You’re not wearing panties, are you? You’ve already readied yourself for that vibrator?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Yes. I mean, no, I’m not wearing panties. I need to set the phone down for a second.”

“Sure. Should I leave my pants on or take them off?” I ask. I don’t want to spring a hard dick on her if she’s not into that. Some women want to feel a dick but prefer not to study it too closely. This motherfucking erection I’m sporting right now is going to fill the whole damn screen of her phone if I let it loose.

But Dani makes her feelings very clear. “Off,” she demands. “Now.”

I can’t see her face, because the phone is obviously on her nightstand. I have a view of the ceiling but I can hear fabric rustling and her voice comes through loud and clear. “I want to see you, Michael. All of you.”

“Your wish is my command, Cookie.” Since my phone is propped up and I’m sitting down, it only takes a second to lift my ass and shove the joggers down to my ankles. I kick them off and I’m lightly stroking my dick when she reappears.

Dani is under the covers, reclining back against the pillows .

“I—

She’s about to speak but then she sees me and her words evaporate.

I squeeze the base of my shaft harder, making my dick jump a little.

“Yes,” she breathes. “Oh my God.”

“Show me your breasts. Just a little bit.” There’s lotion in the drawer of my end table and I reach over and yank it open, fishing around for the tube, but not wanting to leave the view of the screen.

Dani tilts her head flirtatiously and lets the covers dip ever-so-slightly. I can see the swell of her breasts and nothing more. I groan. “More, baby.”

“You want more?” she asks, running the back of her fingers across her fair skin, dipping down below her breasts.

I nod, filling my palm with a dollop of lotion and start to stroke. “More. Will you let me see you?”

She lifts the phone higher so that my view is from above her.

Then she eases the covers down, baring her breasts.

“Fuck, yes.” She’s got a gorgeous full chest, with tight raspberry-colored nipples that make me want to draw them into my mouth and suck.

Dani shocks me then by kicking the covers with her feet, revealing the whole of her naked body. I’m speechless for a split second before I recover and pump my dick harder.

“Baby. You are absolute perfection. Look at how hard you’re making me.” I move my phone forward and give her a close up shot before returning it to the coffee table.

“Michael,” she breathes, her palm sliding down over her belly and down between her soft folds. She cries out when she makes contact with her clit. “I want you so much. Ever since you kissed me.”

I watch her explore her wet pussy with her index finger with rapt fascination. I’ve never seen anything sexier.

“I want you too, Dani. God, so much. Why don’t you fuck that vibrator and pretend it’s me?” I ask, keeping my words low and hypnotic. I want her totally lost in the moment, coming to the sound of my voice.

Her lips are parted in pleasure, her eyelids heavy. Her cheeks and her chest are pink from arousal. She nods and her hand disappears from view before reappearing with the vibrator.

Dani doesn’t play around. It’s immediately between her legs, easing into her pussy. I almost lose it in my hand as I watch the toy sink inside her wet body.

“That’s it, baby. Put it right there, right where you need it, making you feel so good. Do you like to just play a little or do you like it deep?”

“Both.” She’s breathing heavier now, her wrist starting to move faster as she pistons the vibe in and out of her sweet pussy. “I like watching you stroking your cock.”

I’ve matched her rhythm so that I’m going up and down the length of my dick in time to her pushing the vibrator. It’s a hot, tortured tease just watching her and not being able to touch a single inch of her, making me throb with need, thighs tense, as I strain to hold back.

“Is the speed on your little toy right?” I ask. “Or do you need more? Less?”

“More,” she says eagerly. Her fingers tease around trying to find the button, which is just another form of torture for me.

I want my fingers there, exploring. I want my tongue there. I pause, holding the base of my dick with an iron grip. I’m close. Too close.

But then Dani finds the button and cranks up the speed. I can hear it fire up a few notches, whining a little in her quiet bedroom.

“Michael.”

“Is that good? Is that going to make you come?”

She nods and then she’s there, shaking her way through an orgasm. She maintains eye contact with me the whole time, and that’s all it takes for me to follow. I give two more hard pumps and then I’m pouring over into my palm, murmuring her name over and over in a chant.

A few long seconds later, she yanks the covers back up over herself, like she’s just realized what she’s been doing. She blows out a breath and shoves her hair back off her damp forehead.

“Wow. I’ve never done that before.”

“No?” Fuck, I love that. I love being her first for something. I love that she felt comfortable being vulnerable like that with me. “I want to make you do it again when I’m there, when I can lean over and taste all that sweet cream.”

She takes a shaky breath. “Oh my God. That would be so hot.”

“I’d make you clean me up too, Cookie,” I tell her, my voice low and gruff.

Her gaze drops to where my hand is coated in my cum.

“I’d like that,” she says huskily.

“Yeah, you would,” I tell her. “You’d be a good girl and get me hard again. Then I’d fuck you nice and slow and deep, making sure you know that I consider that purple friend of yours a part of the team, but never a replacement for what I can do to you.”

She blows out a breath. “Can you come over right now?”

I chuckle low. I don’t mind that she’s written a sex scene with Nathan as inspiration, but I love the idea that I’ll be a part of her naughty imagination going forward too. Again, we’re all playing for the same team. “Trust me, I’d love to but not tonight. We’re leaving early tomorrow and if I come over there will be no sleeping for either of us.” Besides, I did promise the guys I wouldn’t see her if they didn’t. “But I’ll be thinking about you.”

She nods. “I’ll be thinking about you too.”

“Good. And Cookie?”

“Yeah?”

“No using that vibrator again until I’m there with you.”

Her eyes widen. “What? But…that’s so long from now.”

I smile. I love that she wants this and is so eager. “Only a few days. Waiting will make it sweeter.”

She pouts and damn, she’s so sexy and adorable at the same time.

“Can I use my fingers?”

“Promise to call out my name nice and loud and sweet like you did tonight?”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and nods.

“Okay, then you can use your fingers and think about me.”

“Okay.” She hesitates, then says, “Will you be using your hand and thinking about me?”

“Like I have every night since we met,” I tell her.

Her lips part in surprise, but her eyes are sparkling with a combination of pleasure and mischief. She likes that.

“Be sure you call out my name nice and loud and sweet,” she teases.

“There’s no one else’s name,” I tell her honestly. “Only yours.”

She suddenly looks a little shy, but again very pleased.

Yeah, this girl needs to get used to not just hearing hot and dirty things from me, but lots of sweet, heartfelt, true emotions too. Because she really is the only woman I think of.

“‘Night, Cookie. Sweet dreams.”

“‘Night, Michael. You too.”

“Oh, they will be now.”