Pucking Around: A Why Choose Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 1)

I gasp, heart in my throat, as I watch Caleb go still in Jake’s arms. I have no idea what the bounds of his sexuality are. He likes to dominate, likes to control. Does he have it in him to cede that control?

Slowly, Caleb turns in Jake’s hold to look him in the eye. “Is that what you want, Jake?”

It’s a masterful deflect, forcing Jake to take another step out of the closet. I watch Jake’s chest rise and fall as he nods.

A small smile spreads across Caleb’s face. “I’ve never done this before. You really want to be my first?”

Then Jake is gripping his face with both hands. They’re so close they’re practically sharing breath. A thousand unspoken words stretch between them. I can’t breathe, can’t blink, waiting to see if Jake will do the thing he’s so clearly longing to do. His gaze drops from Caleb’s eyes to his mouth, and I swallow a whine. I want them to kiss. Want them to stop denying what they both want. What they need.

Jake leans in a little closer, his thumb brushing over Caleb’s perfect, pouty lips. “I intend to be your first and your fucking last.” Their noses brush and Jake’s eyes shut tight as he rasps, “Now, get on your goddamn knees.” Then he shoves Caleb away.

Caleb melts out of Jake’s hold, moving onto the bed. Ilmari shifts up, keeping his hands on me. He helps me move with him, making more room for both of them at the end of the bed.

Caleb drops to his knees, folding over me with a hungry groan as he kisses my breasts, down my stomach to my hips. “How do you feel, Hurricane?”

I smile, lifting my hand to brush his cheek. “Ready,” I whisper.

Jake moves to stand at the end of the bed, lube in hand. “Get your ass over here,” he growls, reaching for Caleb’s hips.

Holding my gaze, Caleb shifts down the bed, wincing slightly as he puts pressure on his bad knee.

Behind him, Jake works lube down his hard shaft. “Nothing happens until you take care of our girl,” he declares, his free hand resting on Caleb’s hip.

With a groan, Caleb drops to his elbows between my spread legs, brushing kisses up my inner thigh as he works his way to the mess between my legs. If he didn’t want to do this, he’d say something. Caleb Sanford doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to do.

I take a deep breath as he makes his first pass over my clit. He hums, his lips teasing me as he flicks with his tongue. His whole body stills, and he sucks in a sharp breath against my pussy. I glance over him to see why. Jake has just pressed a finger into his ass.

“You’ve done anal enough to know how this goes,” Jake teases, swatting his ass. “You gotta relax, Cay. Breathe it out. Come on, be my good fucking boy. You want me to own this ass, you gotta show me how much you want it.”

Caleb groans, his mouth savoring my pussy as Jake starts teasing him open, working his fingers in and out. Tipping my head back, I look for Ilmari. He’s watching it all unfold, a hungry look on his face. I knew he would like sharing once he gave it a try. I reach for him with my free hand, my other hand settled on Caleb’s dark auburn hair.

Ilmari leans over me, covering my mouth with his, kissing me deep. His hand roves from my neck, down the line of my sternum to cup my breast.

“Fuck, I need more,” Caleb groans, face lifting from between my legs. “Mars, how much time do you need?”

Ilmari narrows his blue eyes. “Time for what?”

“To fuck her,” Jake supplies. “He wants you to fuck her again. How much time before you can?”

I snort.

“What?” says Caleb. “What is that face?”

I glance up at Ilmari. “Do you want to tell them, or should I?”

“Tell us what?” says Jake, his gaze darting between us.

“Mars has basically no refractory period,” I reply.

“He—what?” Jake cries.

“Of course,” Caleb mutters shaking his head.

Jake is less diplomatic. “Are you fucking kidding me, Mars? You’ve got the height and the looks and the accent…and you can fuck all night long?”

“Yes,” Mars replies, wholly nonchalant.

“Fuck, I even bragged to you about the night of six times,” Jake cries. “You didn’t say anything!”

“Are we really going to complain about this?” I say quickly. “Caleb asked when he’s ready and he’s ready now.”

“It’s just not fucking fair,” Jake mutters.

“You do just fine, angel,” I tease.

“Right, here’s what’s gonna happen,” says Caleb, up on his knees as he gestures between us. “Mars is gonna lie down. Hurricane, you’ll ride him. I’ll take your ass while Jake takes mine. Agreed?”

I glance quickly from Caleb to Jake and watch as Jake’s expression changes from one of confusion to interest to excitement.

“That is the kinkiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” he says with a grin. “Mars, please say you’re in. I’m gonna die if you don’t. We gotta try it.”

Mars glances between them. “I’m fucking Rachel, yes? No one is fucking me?”

Caleb laughs again as Jake says, “I mean, we could probably put some peanut butter on your toes and get Poseidon in here if you’re feeling like you need it to get a little freaky—”

“No,” Mars growls as Caleb and I laugh.

“Well then get ready,” Jake orders.

I crawl to my knees, folding myself against Caleb. My hands loop around his neck as I kiss him, peppering along his jaw to reach his ear. “You’re good?” I murmur. When he nods, I drop my face to his chest, breathing him in.

“Come here, Rakas,” Ilmari calls.

I glance over my shoulder to see him reclined against the headboard, fisting his hard cock.

“Better you than me,” Caleb teases, giving my ass a swat.

I hiss, turning in his arms as I crawl over to Ilmari. He scoots down the bed, reaching for me with both hands. He grips me by the hips, helping me swing up onto his lap. His big cock is nestled in front of me. I reach down with a free hand, stroking him from root to tip. Seeing him on his back for me, I feel like a queen.

He makes me feel like one. He looks at me like I hung the moon and all the stars, both hands sliding up from my hips to palm my breasts. Taking a breath, I arch up on my knees, slipping his cock between my thighs to notch him at my entrance. I hold there, teasing his tip. The feeling of waiting stretches between us as we both know the sensation that will jolt us to our cores.

“Do it,” he growls. “Sit down, Rakas.”

I shudder, my breath shaky as I sink down on his length, his thick girth filling me so tight. I’ll never get tired of this feeling. Each time is a little claiming. I’m claiming him and he’s claiming me. He’s mine and I’m his. This is where we fit, where we find our home. We both exhale together as I start to move my hips, working him inside me. His hands drop to my hips, his body relaxed as he watches me move on top of him, my breasts swaying.

“Oot kaunis, Rakas,” he murmurs, lifting a hand to trace a finger down my chest tattoo.

I lean over him, my palms flat against his chest as I ride him. “What does that mean?”

“You’re beautiful,” he replies, his right hand shifting its hold of my hip until he’s strumming my clit with his thumb.

I moan, biting my bottom lip as my back arches, loving the feel of having him so hard inside me.

And then Caleb is behind me, one hand on my shoulder. “Lean forward, Hurricane,” he says. “All the way down.”

My excitement spikes as I drop down to my hands on either side of Ilmari’s head. We hold each other’s gaze as Caleb starts prepping me, working the lube inside with first one finger, then two. We both pant, sharing breath as Caleb takes hold of my hip, controlling my movements.

“You feel ready?” he says, his hand smoothing up my back.

I nod.

“Words, Rachel—”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Take me, Cay.”

Caleb presses in closer between Ilmari’s spread legs, working his cock in my ass. I groan, relaxing for him, ready to let him in. Letting more of my weight fall onto Ilmari, I relax my hips and sigh on a long exhale as Caleb presses in.

“Saatana,” Ilmari curses below me. “So tight—Rakas, are you hurting?”

“No,” I say on a breath.

“Fuck—I forgot about his cock,” Ilmari grunts.

“You like that, Mars,” Caleb says, thrusting in hard and fast so his piercings tease my inner walls at the same time that they tease Ilmari. He gets the full effect, the muscles in his neck going tight as he closes his eyes, his breath frozen in his chest.

“Want Jake to fuck me into you, Hurricane?”

I whimper, arms already shaking.

“He’ll pound me, and I’ll pound you, which will set fireworks off for Mars. You both ready?”

“Do it,” Mars replies. “Rakas, lie down on me.”

He helps me get the weight off my hands, folding me over against his chest. I’m pressed completely against him as Caleb curls over top of me from behind, seated to the hilt in my ass. The pressure is overwhelming as their two cocks fill me so full. I breathe through it, waiting for Jake to join us.

Caleb grunts, cursing under his breath. “Come on, Jake. Fuckin’ do it.”

“You gotta relax,” Jake replies, his voice soothing.

“Oh, fuck,” Caleb groans. “Holy fuck—”

I moan as Jake presses into him, which moves him into me.

“Who would have thought that for being such a smart ass, you’d have such a tight ass,” Jake teases. “Cay, you feel like heaven, man.”

Caleb just groans, still adjusting to the feel of a cock in his ass.

“You ready for more?” Jake calls. “Cay, wake the fuck up and help me. You move when I move, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Caleb groans, one hand on my hip and the other pressed flat to the mattress.

Under me, Ilmari curses softly in Finnish.

“Remember, this was your idea,” Jake teases.

“Just fucking—ah—fuck—” Caleb’s curse ends on a strangled cry as Jake unleashes on us all. He pounds into Caleb, holding to his hips as he rocks forward.

Caleb is a swearing mess as he finds a rhythm, working with Jake to thrust in tandem, moving inside me. The piercings glide up and down my inner walls, moving tight against Ilmari’s girth and sending him into a storm of breathless Finnish cursing. Mars throws his hands up behind him, bracing against the headboard as two huge hockey players move above us.

Meanwhile, my soul quietly ascends to a higher plane. I’m gone. Deceased. Dead from too much overwhelming euphoria. My body is sandwiched between three men I love who love me. We all found our path to each other in the most surprising of ways. They’re working together to bring all of us pleasure. A unit. A team.

I can hardly draw breath as I let my men love me, tearing me open as they drive themselves deeper into every part of me—my heart, my psyche, my soul. Something in this moment marks a new change. For the second time, I’m experiencing an unraveling of my being. The first happened when I met Jake in Seattle. This is the second.

The Great Unraveling of Rachel Price.

Jake threatened to do it the day we met in the Rays parking garage. He doesn’t even realize that he’s managed to do it twice over. I am myself no longer. I am whatever we are. I’m in this. And I don’t want to hide anymore. I want to claim these men before the world.

Unable to hold it back a moment longer, I cry out my release, the orgasm tearing through me. The heat builds in my core, expanding in a torrent of energy that has me seeing stars, my whole body rocked by the force of it. I’m the first domino to fall. Then the guys all start to fall apart.

Beneath me, Mars pushes up with his hips, his hot seed spilling inside me, filling my pussy with more cum. Caleb unleashes in my ass, his weight dropping on top of us as he moans and trembles, overcome with new sensations as Jake finishes inside him.

We all lie in a tangle of sweaty arms and legs, waiting for our souls to drift back down into our bodies. Jake is the first to finally move, sliding off Caleb and dropping to the bed alongside Mars. He wears a look of bliss, one arm slung up over his head as he takes deep breaths.

Caleb holds to my hips, gently pulling out of me. Then he flops down on the other side of Mars, finally quiet and sated. With nowhere left to go on the bed, I stay on top of Ilmari, his half-hard cock still nestled inside me.

“Shower,” Jake grunts. “Change sheets. Ice cream in bed.”

“This bed is too small for four people,” Mars mutters.

“I’ll sleep in my room,” comes Caleb’s sleepy voice.

“No,” I say, my hand flopping listlessly at my side, searching for Caleb. “I want us all together.”

“Shower first,” says Mars, giving my bare ass a gentle tap. “I have an idea.”

Somehow, we stumble into Jake’s shower, taking turns under the dual shower heads. The guys place me in the middle, helping me work shampoo into my hair and washing me gently between my legs. I lean against Jake as the water shuts off. Then Ilmari is handing me a towel.

Once I’m in my bathrobe, my wet hair knotted up on top of my head, Ilmari takes my hand, giving it a kiss. “Go get the ice cream. We’ll deal with this.”

I wander down the hall, leaving my three shirtless guys in the bedroom. Passing Caleb’s room, I free Sy from his prison. He dances around my feet in greeting.

“And bring up some water,” Jake calls.

“And my phone,” Cay adds. “Shit—and my phone charger!”

I snort, shaking my head. Sy races down the stairs with me and helps me get all the stuff together. I use a tray to carry it all, as well as the pockets of my bathrobe. I’m loaded down with four bottles of water, two phones and two chargers, four bowls, four spoons, and three pints of ice cream. The bowls and spoons rattle as I work my way up the stairs.

I pause in the hallway, eyes wide as I look into the explosion that has suddenly hit Jake’s room. Before my eyes, Mars and Caleb stand together on one side of a mattress. They must have just carried it in from one of the other bedrooms. Giving it a push, it topples to the ground with a loud thud.

I step into Jake’s room to see they’ve taken his mattress out of the frame too and plopped it on the floor near the wall of glass leading out to his balcony. The other mattress is slightly thinner, but it rests up against the first, creating a floor of mattresses wide enough for all four of us plus Poseidon to sleep without crushing each other or sweating ourselves to death.

Jake is already making the first mattress into a respectable bed with pillows and a blanket. Ilmari and Cay aren’t trying as hard with the second one.

Heart overflowing, tears in my eyes, I clear my throat.

All three of them look up at me standing in the doorway holding the tray. Jake is on his feet in moments, taking it from me.

Behind him, Ilmari studies my face. “Are you…you hate this, yes? You are hating it?”

“It won’t look like this forever,” Jake says quickly. “We just didn’t want to bother with a drill tonight to get the bed frame apart. This was the easiest fix,” he adds with a shrug. “Wait—you seriously hate it?”

Caleb just huffs, dropping to his back on the second mattress. “She doesn’t hate it, assholes. She fucking loves it. She’s trying not to cry, she loves it so much. I bet if you hug her right now, she will cry.”

“Shut up,” I say with a sniff, crossing my arms inside my fuzzy bathrobe. “Was that on my Pinterest too, Cay?”

“No,” he replies with a smug smile. “I just know you.”

Dropping to my knees at the end of the mattress, I tug off my robe and crawl over to him in my little sleep cami and silky shorts.

“What are you doing?” he mutters.

“Snuggling with you,” I reply, climbing over his legs to curl up at his side.

His body goes stiff. “I don’t snuggle.”

“Here, kitty kitty,” I tease, stretching out next to him and slinging a leg over him.

He groans. “Hurricane, I just want to sleep.”

“I thought you wanted ice cream.”

“No, Jake wants ice cream. You want ice cream. I never know what Mars wants. And I want to go to sleep. Since my mattress is now in here, I have to sleep in here.”

I wiggle closer to him. “I don’t want ice cream anymore. I just want this.”

“I never wanted ice cream,” Ilmari adds with a shrug.

Jake sighs, still holding the tray. “So, I guess I’m bringing this back downstairs.”

“Leave the phone and the charger,” Cay mutters, eyes still closed.

Jake turns and leaves with a huff, Poseidon racing off behind him.

Ilmari drops down on the stretch of empty mattress and rolls to his side, curling himself in close behind me.

“Someone needs to turn the light off,” Caleb mutters.

“Jake will do it when he gets back,” I say with a sleepy yawn. I shift on the bed until I can slip under the makeshift covers. There’s a sheet and a blanket, which is good enough for me. Behind me, Ilmari does the same, eager for us to be skin-on-skin. I reach a hand back to brush his hip and find bare skin. “Kulta…are you naked?”

He hums low. “I sleep naked.”

I smile, eyes closed. I knew that already, but I wasn’t sure if the same rules applied around the guys.

“Perfect,” Caleb mutters. “A naked Finn, a hairy dog, and Jake, who snores.”

“Don’t forget me,” I tease.

“And what’s your cursed trait?”

“How is that not obvious? I’m a snuggler,” I reply, pressing myself closer to kiss his bare chest.

He groans.

“Hey, you comfortable over there, Mars?” Jake calls as he enters the room and flips out the lights.

“Yes,” Mars replies.

“Good, cause it’s your last fucking night on my mattress,” he growls, dropping down to the free spot on the other side of Caleb. “I’ll call it a ‘welcome home’ gift, but it’s the only one you’ll get. New house rule: no one steals Jake’s mattress. Trust me, you do not want to live with me if I’m not getting a solid eight hours of sleep.”

“Listen to the man,” Caleb mutters, already halfway to dream land.

“I’ll trade with you, angel,” I offer.

He just snorts. “And wake up with a Finnish sausage up my ass? I don’t think so.”

“Everyone shut up now,” Caleb grunts.

“Hey Mars, how do you say ‘good night’ in Finnish—ouch—shit, Cay,” Jake pouts.

Showing mercy on Caleb, I scoot back, reducing my snuggling from a full-on squid assault to a respectable hand hold.

Taking a deep breath, I speak into the silence of the room. “I love you.” I don’t qualify it. I don’t need to. They know. And now, after tonight, I know too. They love me.

Jake says it back, rolling to his other side. Caleb mutters something that sounds close enough, and Ilmari scoots closer to me, fitting me to him, my big Finnish bear spoon. The only missing piece is Poseidon, who takes his sweet time deciding where he wants to sit down before curling up with his head resting on my ankle, my own little furry ball and chain.

But I don’t mind. Sleeping on the floor on our mattress pile with room for all five of us, I breathe deep, filling my lungs with the peace of knowing that, in this moment at least, we’re safe and happy. What we have is sacred.

But we need a plan. We need a way out of the safety of the shadows and into the harsh light of day. All of us. Together.