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

I’M a mess of emotions and sensations. And nothing is really happening.

Okay, that’s not totally true. I’m in bed, naked, with three gorgeous, huge, naked men. One of them is inside me. One of them is touching me in previously uncharted territory. And one of them is acting like my personal coach.

I want to laugh. I’m about to experience double penetration sex for the first time in my life and one of the most gorgeous, sophisticated men I’ve ever met—someone I really respect—is coaching me through it and assuring me it will be okay.

But I’m not going to laugh because Crew just eased a second finger into me and I can barely breathe.

In a good way.

I’m so full. Every one of my nerve endings feels like it’s on fire.

And I want more.

It’s like I’m reaching for something and I’m almost there but need just a little more of a boost.

Yeah, from Crew’s dick.

Okay, maybe I will laugh.

Nathan’s fingers dig into my hips. “Danielle,” he says tightly. “You’re killing me.”

I look down at him. “Why?”

“I’m barely hanging on and you’re laughing?”

That makes me want to laugh harder for some reason.

“The poor billionaire who’s got his cock buried balls deep in the hottest, tightest, sweetest redhead he’s ever met is feeling bad about life?” Crew asks. His voice sounds tight.

His words make me want to laugh too. I love when he teases Nathan.

“Shut the fuck up, McNeill,” Nathan tells him.

Crew moves his fingers and I gasp.

“I’m hurtin’ way more than you are, buddy,” Crew mutters.

“Oh, the poor millionaire, super star hockey player who’s about to fuck the hottest, tightest, sweetest redhead he’s ever met in the ass is feeling bad about life?” Michael asks dryly.

Now I do laugh.

They all stop what they’re doing and stare at me.

I shake my head. “Sorry. Nerves. Adrenaline. Endorphins,” I stammer. Love. I left that one off, but I’m pretty sure that’s part of what I’m feeling too.

I love these guys.

Each of them. Or at least, I’m on my way there with each of them.

And together. I love them when they’re together. Crew poking at Nathan. Nathan being all growly but also listening to them try to teach him how to be a better boyfriend. Michael being the voice of reason.

I give a happy sigh and relax against Nathan’s chest, just letting all the happy sensation flood through me.

I also love how they all want to make me feel good.

I love that very much.

“Okay, sweet girl, you ready?” Crew asks.

Nathan puts his mouth against my ear. “You going to be a pretty, dirty little slut for all of us?”

That causes a flood of heat to wash through me and I know he feels the way my pussy tightens around his cock.

There’s a rumble in his chest. “I thought so.” He squeezes the back of my neck. “Take him good, Danielle.”

Crew squeezes my ass and I feel the head of his cock. “Relax, sweet girl. Let me in.”

Michael strokes my back. “God you look gorgeous, Dani.”

I want this so much. I make my body relax and I feel Crew press harder.

“That’s it,” he croons. “That’s my girl.”

He works his way in, all of my guys, touching me, stroking me, telling me how beautiful and hot, and tight and amazing I am.

When he’s fully inside me, Crew takes a deep breath. “Goddamn, Dani. Think of those Christmas vacations at my mom’s house where we could’ve been doin’ this. Why didn’t you grab me and kiss me sooner?”

And again, I laugh. Even though I’ve never felt anything like this–physically or emotionally–before. “You kissed me at that game, McNeill.”

He strokes my ass, then pulls out slightly before pressing back in. My whole body lights on fire.

“Yeah I fucking did,” he says tightly. “I’m the dumbass that wasn’t fucking this perfect body years ago.”

“McNeill,” Nathan bites out. “Stop talking.”

Crew strokes in and out again. “Why’s that?”

“Because it reminds me that you’re here.”

Crew barks out a laugh, I grin and lift my head. Nathan doesn’t look mad though. He’s maybe even, possibly, almost smiling.

“But he didn’t fuck me years ago,” I say. “No reason to be jealous.”

“Right,” Nathan says dryly. “No reason at all.”

Then he starts moving.

And Oh. My. God.

I am unable to form words. Or thoughts. Or do anything but hang on.

Literally.

I clutch at Nathan’s shoulders and just let them take over.

Until I feel Crew gripping my hair and turning my head. I open my eyes to find Michael stroking his cock.

“You’ve got three gorgeous holes, sweet girl, and three men who need you bad,” Crew says.

And that’s all he has to say. I reach for Michael, bringing him to my mouth.

I think he might have been about to protest, but as soon as I lick over the head of his cock, his head falls back, his fingers replace Crew’s in my hair, and he lets me suck him in deep.

“Good girl,” Crew praises. “That’s our sweet, dirty, beautiful, very good girl.”

For several glorious minutes—or maybe it’s hours, or days, or years, I don’t even know—my three men fuck me. Nathan pounds up into my pussy, Crew thrusts in rhythm with Nathan from behind, and Michael fucks my mouth.

I’m just here for them. I just want to feel them come. I want them to fill me up.

I don’t even think I’m capable of another orgasm because my pleasure feels too widespread, too chaotic, to condense into one simple climax.

But I’m wrong.

Suddenly, seemingly out of the blue, I feel the pressure and pleasure winding tight, deep in my pussy and then it releases. I cry out around Michael’s cock.

He pulls me off of his dick so I can breathe and I’m panting and gasping and nearly sobbing.

“Fuck, Danielle, goddammit,” Nathan grinds out. He’s holding me so tight and suddenly I feel him explode, filling me up.

I turn back to Michael, taking him into my mouth again, desperate to make him come.

Again, it seems like he hesitates for just a moment, before beginning to thrust.

“Dani, God, yes. Fuck.”

“Jesus, Dani,” Crew is panting behind me. “You’re fucking everything.” Then he pulls out and comes, hard and hot, on the curve of my ass.

Michael is right behind him. His fingers tighten in my hair. “I’m coming. Pull back, baby.”

But I grasp his thigh, holding him still.

“Fuck.”

He comes in my mouth and I swallow as much as I can. Some drips from the corners of my mouth, but Michael quickly pulls his cock away and leans in to kiss me in a dirty, messy, hot kiss that I swear, makes my pussy even wetter.

Crew pulls away from me with a groaned, “Holy fuck.” He flops onto the floor as if he can’t even take a step.

Michael lets me go and sinks back onto the pillows behind him, breathing hard.

And I collapse onto Nathan’s chest.

His hands stroke up and down my back and he just holds me.

Holy fuck is right.

I can’t sleep. My whole body is still tingling and I keep replaying the night. I’ve had solo sex with Nathan and Crew and it was amazing, but this? This is the most sexually and emotionally satisfied I’ve ever been in my entire life. My guys were everywhere, all over and in me and it was perfect.

I sigh contentedly and snuggle up closer against Michael, who fell asleep spooning me. Nathan is asleep on my opposite side, snoring lightly, one hand possessively on my hip. It wasn’t discussed, but he managed to secure the solo spot on the outside of the bed. It is his bed, so I suppose that’s fair. Crew is so easy-going that he took the other outside spot next to Michael.

But it’s Crew I hear now ease out of bed and quietly pad across the floor to the bedroom door. He’s not going to the ensuite bathroom but out into the main living area. I listen for a minute but I can’t hear any of his movements. Since I can’t sleep either, I decide to go check on him but I’m trapped between my other two guys.

There’s only two options—down or up. I try to shimmy lower, but realize I’ll never make it to the foot of the bed without suffocating, which would be an absurd ending to the greatest night of my life. I can’t even imagine Luna explaining that kind of death to my parents.

How did she die, Luna?

Oh, well, Mr. and Mrs. Larkin, she suffocated in a big bed with three hot men after they fucked her brains out.

I go up, inching toward the headboard on my back. Nathan’s hand slips off of me and he rolls over onto his opposite side.

Michael’s voice rumbles in my ear, sleepy and sexy. “You okay, Cookie?”

“I need to use the bathroom.”

“Just roll over me. You’ll never get anywhere going that way.” His big arm slides under my back and he hauls me over on top of his muscular chest.

His eyes are still closed. He looks sleepy and delicious. I give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Mm,” he says. “That was sweet.”

I roll off of him and squeeze his hand before exiting the bed. “Go back to sleep,” I whisper.

A glance at Nathan shows he’s still out like a light. He looks softer in his sleep, more vulnerable. I’m tempted to kiss him as well, but I feel like he’d bolt awake if I did and he needs the rest. He really put himself out there tonight for me. For all of us. A wave of tenderness rushes over me. He’s more complicated than Crew and Michael, but that makes it even more special that he’s willing to share me with them.

I’m falling in love with him.

With all of them.

Is that even possible? Maybe it’s just endorphins from all the sex, but it doesn’t feel like that’s it. This is deeper, more profound. I already suspected my feelings for Crew were morphing into love, but now I’m starting to feel the same for Nathan and Michael, although in different ways.

I grab a chenille throw off of the club chair in the corner of the bedroom and wrap it around myself. The plush fabric feels both comforting in the chilly air and sensual against my bare skin. All my nerve endings are on hyperdrive now after all that attention.

Crew is in the kitchen in his boxers, standing there with his hands on his hips.

“Hey,” I say. “Can’t sleep?”

He turns and gives me a warm smile. “Hi, beautiful. I’m hungry. Sex makes me ravenous and baby, that was the best sex ever.”

“I agree.”

His hair keeps flopping into his eyes and when I reach him, I gently push it back. “You need a haircut.” Then I give him a kiss. “What are you going to eat?” I ask.

He moans and pulls back. “You, once I have real food. But I can’t figure Nathan’s kitchen out. There are no pulls or knobs on anything and it’s like one solid wall. Does he even have a fridge? Is this all just fake, a prop kitchen?”

I laugh softly. I had those same thoughts when I spent the night with Nathan before. “This is the fridge.” I tap the largest cabinet. “And the drawers all open like this.” I press a corner and it pops out.

His eyebrows go up. “Whoa. That’s like kitchen magic. What do you think Nate has in the fridge? Five bucks says it’s just bottles of Perrier water and jars of caviar.”

“I’m not taking that bet. What’s in your fridge? Old takeout boxes?”

He nods. “One hundred percent. Plus beer and condiments because they don’t go bad. I’m on the road all the time, as you know.”

“Condiments go bad.”

“No, they don’t. You can keep ketchup packs for like twelve years.”

“Crew, no, you can’t!” I hope he’s kidding.

He pulls the fridge open. “Well, well. Nate’s both normal and an adult. Look at this.” He pushes the door open wider.

It’s clean and filled with organizational containers that hold fresh vegetables, cured meats, various cheeses, protein shakes, and yes, Perrier water. But there’s also yogurt, brown paper packages from either the deli or the butcher, and a bakery box. Three bakery boxes, actually. Two are tucked behind the first. And they all have the Books and Buns logo on them.

“These are Luna’s pastries,” I say, flipping the box open and spotting her signature au pain chocolat. “Why does Nathan have so many?”

“I think Boss Man is a bigger softie than he wants us to know. He’s probably just trying to be supportive,” Crew says. “Either that or he’s throwing a party, but he still chose Books and Buns out of the zillion bakeries in Chicago.”

My heart squeezes.

Crew takes out the eggs, spinach, and some goat cheese. “Are you hungry?”

I shake my head. “No, thanks. But I’ll keep you company.”

He sets everything down on the island and turns to me. Only the pendants over the island are on and they’re casting a soft glow on him. His expression is serious as he closes the space between us and cups my cheeks and gives me a whisper of a kiss.

“I’m in love with you, Dani,” he murmurs. “I’ve been half in love with you since I was sixteen and now I’m all the way there.”

“Crew,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck, my emotions on overload. “God, I love you too. Is that crazy?”

I’m treated to one of his signature grins. “Crazy good, that’s what it is.” He gives my ass a playful tap. “There’s more where that came from.”

I laugh lightly, feeling weightless and giddy. “I’m looking forward to it. To all of it.”

Crew makes his eggs and we chat about hockey as he eats, about the team’s prospects for a championship, and I see his passion for his sport, his career. For me. He’s happy and so I am.

Before we crawl back into bed, he peels the throw blanket off of me and teases his fingers over my nipples, earning a low moan from me. He puts a finger to his lips and jerks his head in the direction of the bed.

“Goodnight,” he murmurs in my ear. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

I shiver in the dark. “I love you too.”

“In you go,” he says, giving me another pat on the ass.

As Crew gets back in bed, I approach the bed from Nathan’s side and kiss him. He stirs and opens his eyes.

“Scoot over,” I whisper.

To my surprise, he obeys, though he reaches for me and pulls me up against his chest in a strong but gentle embrace.

It feels perfect.

Like everything I need is right here, right now in this king sized bed.

With my guys.