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

MY GUYS SURROUND ME, and I’m hot and tingly, and I can hardly lie still on the bed.

They’re all shirtless and I’m trying to take in Michael’s broad, hard chest, Crew’s six-pack abs and tattoos, and Nathan’s sculpted biceps and shoulders at once.

I should feel overwhelmed. I should feel unable to breathe, unable to handle all the sensations and emotions.

But I feel comforted, safe, and happy in a way I never have been before.

Full of anticipation and excitement, yes. Turned on, of course. But this is exactly where I want to be, and I know these men will take care of me, all of me, in every way. They’re here for me, because of me. They’ve accepted everything about the four of us being together, long term, and they’re committed. We’ve fought, and everyone is still here.

And they’ll be there for one another too. I can feel that.

We each have a place in this relationship, and we are so damned good together.

They are mine, and there is no place else I’d want to be right now. Or ever.

So no, I don’t feel overwhelmed. I feel right.

We’ve done this before. The hot sex, the dirty, delicious fucking.

But now we’re making love. Out loud, together. And God that feels so good.

Crew is the first one undressed. Of course. He’s always so eager. He pulls my ass to the end of the mattress, reaches for the top of my sweatpants, and pulls them off in one smooth move.

He’s already told me that I’m keeping the jersey on, but he reaches for the hem and pushes it up, exposing my breasts and leaning in to cup one, taking a nipple in his mouth. My hand goes to the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I arch closer.

“Hughes,” Nate says gruffly. “Make our girl hot and ready.”

I turn my head to watch Nathan crawling up on the bed beside me. He has a predatory look in his eyes. “I’m already hot and ready,” I tell him breathlessly.

His gaze is scorching as it sweeps over my body and Crew teasing my breasts. “Oh, I know, my sweet, dirty girl. You’re always ready for us, aren’t you?”

I bite my lower lip and nod, moving my legs restlessly on the bed. “Yes, always.”

Crew moves to my other side, running one big, rough palm up my inner thigh, parting my legs. “Then let’s just let Doc have some fun.” He gives me that devastating grin that makes me want to blush, laugh, hug him, and orgasm all at once.

My gaze moves to Michael. He’s watching Crew touch me too. I give him a little smile. “Do you want to have some fun, Michael?”

He gives a little half-laugh, half-groan. “Fun is such a mild word to use to describe how all of this feels.”

He moves so he’s between my legs and sinks to his knees on the carpet at the end of the bed. He places a kiss on my thigh opposite where Crew is still holding me. He rubs his face against my skin, his beard abrading my skin and sending goosebumps skittering.

Nathan stretches out along my side, while Crew settles in on his stomach, lying horizontally across the mattress. He keeps teasing my breasts, while Nathan wraps a hand around my thigh and lifts it to my chest, opening me for Michael. He kisses my neck, then says roughly. “Soak his tongue, Danielle.”

A shudder of lust goes through me. Crew lifts my other leg, and he and Nathan hold me open as Michael slips his hands under my ass and then licks over my clit.

“Oh, God,” I moan. I’m still holding onto Crew’s hair, and I reach up to grasp Nathan’s shoulder on the other side.

All of us holding on like this, connected, participating in this one act, rather than each of them doing something different, feels even more intense. It’s like they’re all a part of Michael licking, sucking, and eating me.

He fucks me with his tongue, then swirls over my clit, then sucks.

Nathan and Crew run their hands over my body, peppering my skin with kisses, squeezing my nipples, caressing my breasts, but they’re also watching Michael. Nathan’s cock is pressed against my hip, but he’s not moving. No one is seeking my mouth, and I’m not touching them except to hold on while Michael drives me out of my mind.

He slips two fingers into me, thrusting deep and steady while he swirls his tongue over my clit, then sucks again.

“My God, you are the most gorgeous fucking thing,” Crew tells me, kissing my neck. He sucks on just below my ear as Michael sucks my clit.

I gasp, then whimper.

“Fucking hell, I love your sounds,” Crew says. He grasps my chin and turns me to him so he can kiss my lips. He strokes his tongue against mine as he palms my breast, tugging on my nipple with the perfect amount of pressure to send jolts of heat to my pussy.

“That’s right,” Michael growls from between my legs. “Fuck my fingers.”

I hadn’t realized I was moving my hips, but I’m bucking up, trying to get closer to his hand, his mouth, something. I need more pressure, more friction.

“Give her another finger, Hughes,” Nathan orders.

Michael adds a third, filling and stretching me.

“Oh…yes,” I say. My eyes slide shut, and I just feel.

“You’re perfect,” Nathan tells me, brushing my hair back, then running a hand down my body and resting hot and heavy on my stomach. “Spread open, taking anything we give you, all ours to worship and claim.”

I wiggle on the mattress. “Please,” I beg. “Please make me come.”

“What do you need, Cookie?” Michael asks, but he brushes a finger over my back entrance, and my pussy clamps hard around his fingers. He chuckles darkly.

Clearly, he knows—they all do—exactly how to drive me wild. Sometimes we go hard, and they get right to it, but as different as these guys are, even in the bedroom, they do all have one thing in common…they love to erotically torture me.

“Say it,” Michael says as he flicks his tongue lightly—maddeningly—over my clit. “Tell me what you want.”

“Make me come, Michael,” I beg. “Please.”

“Tell me how,” he presses. “Tell me how to make you come.”

“Y—you know,” I say, my voice hitching as Crew sucks on my nipple hard and Nathan drags my hand from his shoulder, up the mattress, stretching it over my hand and holding my wrist there firmly.

“I do,” Michael agrees. “But I want to hear you tell me.”

I know he does.

But I like to play too.

Crew stretches my other arm over my head, holding my wrist there. Then he pulls the jersey up. I think he’s going to strip it over my head, but he stops when it’s covering my face.

A makeshift blindfold.

Oh…fuck. I’m in trouble now. They’re holding me down, they’ve blindfolded me, and they’re going to tease me until I’m a begging, writhing, hot, sticky mess.

I love this.

“Just make me feel good,” I say in a sweet, innocent voice, using benign words.

I feel Nathan’s hand glide down my body. And yes, I can now tell whose hands and whose mouth and whose cocks are touching me, and which ones I’m touching, even blindfolded.

Nathan’s mouth is right by my ear. “We all want to be at the arena next time, see you in this jersey, see your pretty lips closing around a soda straw, see you waving sweetly on the jumbotron to all the smiling fans who think Crew has landed himself a shy, nice girl,” he says. He flicks his tongue over my nipple. “But then we’ll all picture you lying here, tangled up in this jersey, your gorgeous body spread out for three men, using that pretty mouth to beg to be fucked hard until you can’t even spell hockey.” He tugs on my nipple. “We love knowing that you’re the biggest Racketeers fan in those stands because you’re a dirty slut with a greedy cunt that needs three cocks to satisfy her.”

My pussy clenches, and Michael groans. “That’s right. Just like that.” Then he gives me a hard firm lick. As he presses a finger into my ass to go along with the three in my pussy.

“Oh my God!”

“Tell him what you want, Danielle,” Nathan says, tugging on my nipple harder now.

“I want him to keep fucking both my pussy and my ass like that,” I manage.

They all groan, and Michael picks up the pace a little.

I gasp. They might tease me, but they do always give me what I want and need.

I love being able to tell them what I want, all my fantasies, everything I want to try. They never make me feel bad about any of it. When they call me greedy or dirty or a slut, it’s so hot and yes, even loving. They love the side of me that other people shamed. They’ve shown me that I can have it all and that wanting is normal and so fulfilling when you find the right people to be with.

“Play with my clit, too,” I beg. “And suck on my nipples.” I turn my head toward Nathan.

His hot, wet mouth is back on my breast, sucking hard.

“Crew, help a friend out,” Michael says, his voice husky.

Michael keeps thrusting his fingers in and out, but Crew’s finger is now circling my clit. Nathan takes my other nipple between his fingers and tugs, then twists, keeping things just this side of pain.

And seconds later, I come apart.

I’m gasping and crying, my body not my own. It belongs to these men. All of it. Including my heart and soul.

“Good girl,” Crew praises as he pulls the jersey back down. Not off. Clearly, they meant it when they said I was keeping it on. “Good fucking girl.” Then he kisses me deeply.

Michael stands, gripping his cock as he positions himself at my entrance. “You are everything,” he tells me as our gazes lock when Crew pulls back. “Absolutely everything.” Then he slides home.

I moan his name as he grips my hips, thrusting deep immediately.

Nathan and Crew are still holding my legs open. This is intense. So hot, so amazing.

“Take him deep, Danielle,” Nathan tells me, pulling my leg even wider.

“Yes,” I say to…whatever. Everything. All of it.

Crew leans in to kiss me again. Then Nathan. When they move, my eyes lock on Michael’s again. He’s been staring down at me the entire time, burying himself deep every time, but his rhythm is steady. Just like the man. He fills me completely. In every way.

His fingers dig into my hip, holding me close.

“More,” I whisper hoarsely. “Give me everything.”

He groans, and his hips start moving faster.

Just like they know me, I know exactly how to get to each of them. I contract my inner muscles, and he gives me a hot look. But then I say, “I love you, Michael.”

His eyes slide shut, and he tips his head back, his broad chest expanding with the huge breath he takes in. Bliss. That’s what he’s feeling. When our gazes meet again, he gives me a smile, then he really starts fucking me. Fast, deep, and hard.

“Come for me, Cookie,” he grits out.

“I’m with you,” I manage, as heat and need tighten in my pussy.

“Now,” he says firmly, reaching for my clit and circling with his thumb.

My sweet romantic is barely holding back. There’s tension through his jaw and shoulders. He’s waiting for me.

God, they just gave me a breathtaking orgasm. I don’t need to come again. I grasp his wrist. “Fill me up, Michael,” I tell him.

Crew groans and buries his face against my neck.

I almost grin. He’s the one that has the hardest time waiting. It’s killing him to not have his cock involved right now. I’m tempted to give him a hand job while Michael’s between my legs.

“Not without you,” Michael tells me.

These men. Honestly, there’s generous, and then there’s ridiculous. “I want you to—”

He cuts me off with a quick smack to my ass.

My eyes go round. Michael just spanked me? It wasn’t hard, at all. It sent jolts of heat and electricity to my core but not an ounce of pain.

But Michael did that?

Even Crew lifts his head.

I feel my pussy grip him.

“I want you to come on my cock, Danielle,” Michael says firmly, his hot gaze on mine.

Oh damn, I love firm Michael.

“Be a good girl, Dani,” Crew says in my ear. “Get Doc nice and messy.” He strokes my side. “And hurry the hell up, because I’m dyin’ over here, sweetheart.”

I huff out a short laugh, but it doesn’t last because Michael starts thrusting harder and faster. “Come with me,” he says. It’s practically an order.

The heat in his eyes is intense and I feel my orgasm coiling, but it’s the love, the look of holy-shit-I-can’t-believe-I’m-here-with-you-like-this he’s giving me that makes everything in me tighten in anticipation of the release that’s coming. I can read what he’s feeling clearly. He gives me that look a lot. Sometimes when we’re eating breakfast. Sometimes when we’re on the couch, and I’m writing, and he’s reading. Sometimes when we’re just walking down the sidewalk, or brushing our teeth, or when I walk in the door at the end of the day.

And that look is what sets off my orgasm. It’s not a sudden explosion. Instead, it feels like he’s slowly turning up the flame on a gas burner to the point where every inch of my body is on fire, and I’m gasping and moaning and then combusting.

“Michael! Yes! Oh, yes! Yes!”

“That’s my girl,” he says, clenching his jaw. “That’s fucking it. God, I love you.” Then he comes, squeezing my hips hard, filling me up.

He stiffens, and holds me tight as he empties himself in me.

Then finally he pulls out, breathing hard, his eyes on mine as he steps back.

“Get out of my way, Nathan,” he says.

Nathan chuckles and moves to the foot of the bed.

Michael is being bossy, and Nathan is chuckling? Is this the twilight zone?

But Michael crawls up beside me, grips my chin, and kisses me hard. It’s deep and hot, and he sweeps his tongue into my mouth.

When he pulls back, he says, “You. Are. Everything.”

“I love you,” I tell him, running my hand over his cheek.

He turns his head and presses a kiss to my palm. “I know, Cookie. And I’m so fucking lucky that’s true.”

“Okay, enough mushy stuff,” Crew says. “Pussy or mouth, Nathan?”

But Crew is already moving up toward my head. We all know what Nathan will say, given the choice. The other two don’t always give him a choice, however.

It’s clear, though, that right now, Crew is ready to just do something, anything.

But Nathan doesn’t say anything at all. He just leans in, kisses next to my belly button, then grasps my hips and flips me to my stomach, before pulling me up onto my knees.

Nathan runs his hand over my ass, as Crew kneels at my head. He strokes my cheeks. “You were a very good girl for Doc,” he says, grinning down at me.

I reach for his dick, wrapping my hand around it. “Your turn, hot shot.”

“Fuck yessss,” he hisses as I stroke him. “I’m not gonna last long, pretty girl.”

“Good,” I say just before I lick his head.

He moans, tangles his hands in my hair, and guides his cock further into my mouth. “Take me, Dani. I know you can. Swallow me down.”

Nathan’s fingers dip into my pussy. “You’re so gorgeous like this,” he murmurs.

I wiggle my ass. I never would have believed Nathan would be willing to go after another man, but he’s adjusted to our dynamic surprisingly easily. He only gives me a breath before he thrusts hard, filling my pussy again.

Nathan and Crew find a rhythm, and it’s only minutes before they’re both coming.

We collapse into a sweaty, sticky, satisfied pile on Nathan’s huge bed.

My head is on Crew’s chest, my body draped partially over his, Michael is against my back, Nathan lying over the backs of my legs. Michael’s arm is under both Crew and I, and I think Nathan’s legs are maybe even partially tangled with Michael’s.

We’re all breathing hard, no one’s speaking, but I know we’re all thinking essentially the same thing.

I need these people. We are so damned good together.