Pucking Sweet: An MMF Workplace Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 3)
Pucking Sweet: Chapter 44

Three minutes later, I lead the way out of the bathroom. Colton and I traded our tops back. The beaded fringe sways against my tummy as I walk. My eye makeup is deliciously smudged, and there was no saving my smeared lipstick. Smiling at my boys in the mirror, I wiped it off.

I may look like Thoroughly Debauched Barbie now, but I keep my head high as I march back into the bar. I grab my bingo card and walk right over to where Olivia and Violet are chatting up two surfer-looking guys. I slap the card down on the bar top table. “And that’s a double bingo. Pay up, Olivia.”

Violet lets out a laugh. “Oh, as if. Perfect Poppy would never play a game that required performing lewd acts in public.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Perfect though I may be, I did play your silly little game. And I won. I’d like to claim my prize now.”

Our conversation has caught the attention of the other girls in our group. They crowd in behind Violet and Olivia. “Wait, what happened?” asks Giselle.

“Did Poppy win?” asks Maggie.

“OMG! Poppy, seriously?” Chutney squeals.

Olivia holds up her hand for quiet. “Poppy says she won,” she calls out to the group. “But she has yet to prove it. The Court of Dishonor is now in session. Judge Olivia is presiding.”

“Oh, Judge, put me on the stand,” Lukas says with a wave of his hand. Reaching around me, he taps the card. “We can prove it. Look—we just did this row and this diagonal.”

Olivia and Violet put their heads together, reading each of the boxes he pointed out.

Violet gasps, looking up at me. “Poppy, you did not just give a hand job?”

Crossing my arms in this stupid beaded top, I hold her gaze. “Actually, I gave two.”

“Dude, awesome,” says one of the surfer bros.

“I can confirm, it was totally awesome,” says Lukas with a grin. To Olivia’s mortification and my delight, he bumps fists with her surfer.

“Does that win me triple bingo?” I tease.

Olivia purses her lips. “And the dick pic?” Her gaze heats as she looks behind me to my men. “I won’t deny I’m curious to see what two professional hockey players are packing in those padded pants.”

Colton steps in before I can commit violence, placing a hand on my arm. “We’ll only show the pic to Tina,” he declares. “And only if she agrees. No need to scar her for life unnecessarily.”

All the girls turn to her. Arms crossed, Tina just shrugs. “Eh, you’ve seen one, you’ve seen ’em all. Nothing can shock me at this point.”

The girls all giggle as she steps around the table to come stand by Colton. He takes out his phone and makes a show of covertly flashing her the picture. She purses her lips, nodding like an art critic. “Mhmm. Okay. Yep.” She looks to Olivia and Violet. “Well, ladies, those are two healthy-looking dicks. Poppy, well done,” she adds, giving my shoulder a fond pat.

I turn back to my sister and her friend. “Well? This means Perfect Poppy wins the game, right?”

I can tell it kills her to say it, but Olivia smiles. “Yeah, Poppy, you win. You’re our most dishonorable Maid of Honor. Congratulations.”

“And the prize?” I say with a raised brow.

Reaching into her bag, she pulls out a small red-banded stack of hundred-dollar bills. “As promised.” She holds it up, waving it dramatically in the air. “Our sweet, precious Poppy just won double bingo!”

The bachelorette party girls all cheer, congratulating me. I don’t take my eyes from Olivia as I pluck the cash from her hand. Then I turn to Violet. “You can replace your way back to the beach house, right?”

She huffs, crossing her arms. “Seriously? This is my party, Poppy. You have to stay and help me host it.”

I step back from the table. “You know, I think I’ve done all the hosting I’m gonna do tonight. You don’t need me, Violet. You never have. In fact, I imagine you’ll have more fun without me. So here.” I slip one of the hundred-dollar bills out of the stack and set it on the table. “This should cover the Ubers. Have a good night.”

Turning on my heel, I hand the rest of the cash to Colton and take Lukas’s hand. Colton peels away to pay their tab as Lukas guides me over to the door. “Where to next? Wanna see if we can replace a limbo contest? Maybe a challenging game of charades?”

I look up at him, adrenaline still humming through my veins. “You know what I want.”

He laughs, brushing my hair back. “Yeah, but it’s fun to hear you say it.”

Colton joins us, and I take his hand too. “Orgasms,” I say. “I want lots and lots of orgasms.”

Lukas presses a kiss to my forehead. “It will be our absolute fucking pleasure.”

Fifteen minutes later, I’m standing with Lukas in the front room of a little bed and breakfast, while Colton checks us in.

“Babe, look,” Lukas says, pointing at a sign. “This place actually comes with breakfast. They do scones. God, I love a good scone.”

I smile, glancing around this chintzy parlor. A dozen floral patterns clash spectacularly—from the wallpaper to the sofa to the cream lace curtains. All the dark wood furniture looks antique, the china cabinets stuffed with teetering piles of teacups. A silver tray on the table boasts a large, beaded milk glass vase, overflowing with a spray of fall flowers.

Lukas takes a step away from me, inspecting the knickknacks on the shelf. “Aw, babe, look,” he says again. “Little lighthouse salt and pepper shakers.”

I feel like my heart grows two sizes as he holds them out to me, a happy smile on his face. I did that. I put that smile there. This isn’t his teasing smile, or his competitive smile, or even the fake one he wears when he’s talking to the press. No, this is just…Lukas. This is a man I could love. This is a man I could build a life with. Why does he always hide himself away?

Crossing the carpet over to him, I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down to me, kissing him. He’s surprised for a moment, the lighthouse salt and pepper shakers still in his hand, but he recovers with a hungry groan, wrapping his arms around me.

“You two,” Colton calls. “Let’s go.”

Lukas and I break apart, smiling. His eyes are bright as he takes me in.

“Now,” Colton barks.

I hurry to follow him out the door, Lukas hot on my heels. We have to weave around the side of the sprawling old Victorian house. Not two blocks away, St. George’s Street is still bustling with Saturday night life. I hear the jazzy notes of someone busking with a saxophone. Somewhere close by, a horse and carriage clip-clops over the cobblestones.

The guys duck under a trellis of vines as we follow a stone foot path to a private set of stairs that lead up to a third-story room. Colton works the key into the door, swinging it open to admit me first.

I step in and click on a lamp, looking around at the pristine white walls and lace curtains. A walnut-stained four-poster bed takes up most of the room, decorated with a white quilt and frilly pillows. There’s an antique-looking washstand in the corner complete with a round marble top, and a chest of drawers with aged gold hardware. Peeking into the bathroom, I spy a large lion-foot soaking tub. A thriving pothos plant hangs from a ceiling hook by the window, trailing bright green vines down to the floor.

“This was all they had available,” Colton says from the door.

I turn around, taking in the way he stands there, keys in hand. Is he nervous? Is he regretting taking this step? Why is he always so difficult to read? “Please tell me what you’re thinking,” I blurt.

He raises a dark brow. Slowly, he sets the keys down on top of the dresser. “I’m thinking I want you naked on that bed,” he replies, his voice low. “And I want to sit in that chair, with my dick in my hand, and watch as Lukas devours your cunt.” He points to the upholstered chair next to the dresser.

Lukas stops his inspection of the minibar, glancing between us. “Well, fuck me, Coley. You’re really leaning all the way into this sharing thing, eh?”

“I do nothing by halves,” he replies, his gaze still hot and heavy on me. “Neither Lukas nor I have ever shared a partner before.”

My eyes go wide. “What? Never?”

“Never,” he replies.

“Not even close,” Lukas adds. “I mean, I think once my roommate and I both had girls in the room at the same time, but he was in his bed, and I was in mine and—why am I talking about this?” He fades into silence, a sheepish look on his face while Colton and I level glares at him.

“I have absolutely no idea,” I say.

Colton steps away from the door, sitting down on the chair. “If the bathroom proved anything to me, it’s that I have an unexplored voyeur kink. I want to watch…if you’ll both let me.”

I raise a brow. “But you’ll join in eventually?”

He holds out his hand.

Stepping forward, I place my hand in his. He reels me in and pulls me down onto his knee. One hand goes to my nape as the other takes my hand and places it over his hardening cock. I bite my bottom lip, fighting the urge to melt into him.

“Feel what you do to me? Can you feel how hard you make me?”

I nod, smoothing my hand down his shaft. “Yes.”

“I don’t even have to touch you. The thought of you alone does this to me, Poppy. Call me a masochist, but I crave the feeling of wanting you almost as much as I’ve come to crave this miserable fucking ache of not having you. Now, I want to sit in this chair and watch him fuck you until the desperate, burning need to claim you makes me get up, shove him aside, and bury myself in you. I won’t stop until my cum is dripping down your legs. Understand?”

I nod again, the heat of lust burning in my chest.

“Perfect,” he croons. “Now, be our good girl and go lie on the bed. Lukas is going to pleasure that sweet little pussy until you scream.”