Pucking Sweet: An MMF Workplace Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 3)
Pucking Sweet: Chapter 72

I cling to this little sparkly crown pillow like it’s a life saver as Lukas comes blasting into the room professing his love. “Don’t do this,” I plead, my hope mingling with my fear. “Please, not here.”

“No, we’re doing this right the fuck here,” he replies. “Because I can’t go on for another second without you.”

Colton steps in behind him, shutting the door. They’re blocking my only exit…unless I want to flee out the window and shimmy down the rain gutter. In a show of solidarity, Colton steps around Lukas and crosses the room to my side. I sigh with relief as his hand goes to my shoulder. He gives it a gentle squeeze and I go still.

Wait…is he here for me, or for Lukas?

I look up at him, pleading.

“Hear him out,” he says.

Slowly, I turn back to Lukas, heart hammering in my chest. He looks so nervous. He’s clenching his fists and swallowing, jaw tight. He licks his lips, once, parting them as if to speak, but nothing comes out.

Next to me, Colton sighs. “Nov—”

“No, I’m doing it,” he snaps at him. “I’m just coming up with the right words. I thought I had more time, you know? I had this all planned out for tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” I glance between them.

“Yeah, Cole was gonna bring you over to the house, and we were gonna show you what we’ve been working on.”

“What have you been working on?”

“Renovations,” he replies. “For you. For the family. Cole worked with the interior designer you suggested, and he added a whole walk-in closet for you, Pop. And there’s a library. There are so many books, baby. And this cool, cozy chair, and I put a cashmere blanket in there for you too.”

Oh god, I’m gonna cry again. “Lukas…”

“And I have the team over there right now finishing the nursery.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and flashes me a picture of a Pinterest board of a nautical-themed nursery. “It’s right across the hall from the main bedroom, and it’ll have monitors, a changing table, everything.” He slips his phone back in his pocket. “I mean, if you hate it, we can change it, obviously. But Cole picked the design, and everything he picks is cool, so I think he’ll like it.”

“He?” I whisper.

He nods, his gaze trailing down my body. “Yeah, the baby.” He looks back up at me. “It’s a he, right? We’re having a boy?”

I nod, tears in my eyes. “Yeah, we are.”

He lets out a shaky breath, dragging a hand through his hair. “Okay, and I’m not saying I’m not still freaked out,” he goes on. “Because I am. I have no idea what to do with a kid, Pop. I don’t know how to be a parent. I never had one. But I figure you two do,” he adds, gesturing between us. “Or you have more of a clue than me. So, maybe I can learn something new. I can figure it out. And I wanna figure it out because goddamn it, I need you. I need you, and I need Cole, and I need us to be together.”

He takes a step closer. “More than that, I want to do this.” He looks down at my baby bump, and I fight the urge to cover it with my hands. “I was abandoned, Poppy. I know what that feels like. I know what it feels like to wish one person cared about you. Just one.” He holds up a finger. “Well, how lucky could this kid be to say he has three, right? I mean that’s…that’s a really lucky kid. And I could be part of that for someone. I could make someone feel wanted. I’ll figure out the other stuff like feeding it and holding it. But the wanting it? I know I can do that,” he says with a firm nod, tears in his eyes.

My heart is racing as I toss the glittery pillow aside. “Lukas—”

“No.” I hear the desperation in his tone. Oh god, he thinks I’m going to turn him away. Even now, he doubts I can love him. He drops to his knees, raising both hands out to the sides. “Cole said that when I was ready to face you on my own, I would crawl to you. And goddamn it, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Cole keeps me standing, his grip steady on my shoulder as Lukas inches forward on his knees. Heart in his hands, he bleeds for me. “I love you, Poppy. I love you so much that it scares me. And when I get scared, I run. To say I can’t help it feels like a cop out, but it’s true. At first, I ran to keep from getting physically hurt. Then I ran from my emotions. I figured no one can hurt me if I just keep running.”

I swallow back my tears as he comes on his knees, his hands reaching out for me. As soon as they touch my hips, I’m crying, melting toward him. “But you’re hurting yourself,” I say. “And I can’t bear it.”

“I know,” he groans, pulling me in tighter. He wraps both arms around my waist, pressing his face to my stomach. “I can’t run from you anymore. It’s tearing me apart. I can’t—”

“Then don’t,” I beg him, smoothing my hands over his shoulders, clinging to him. “Just stop. Lukas, honey, come home to me.”

He breathes me in deep as I stroke my hands up his neck to his hair, weaving my fingers through it. “Don’t hurt me,” he begs, his face pressed against me as he cries. “Please, baby. You gotta let me love you. And I need you to love me too. I need you to try to not hurt me—”

“I do,” I whisper. “Lukas, you know I do. I love you both so much.”

He pulls back, eyes wet as he searches my face. “I’m sorry.” The words shatter my walls like a hammer on glass. “I hurt you, Poppy, and I’m sorry.”

I cup his face, brushing my thumb over his lips. “I just want to love you.”

He nods, turning to Colton. Reaching out, he grips him by the front of his shirt. “I’m sorry, Cole. God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Cole reaches out too, cupping the other side of Lukas’s face. We hold him like that, claimed between us. “You stay with us now,” he says, his voice low. “You are wanted. You are fucking cherished, Lukas.”

He nods, turning his face to press kisses to our palms.

My whole body is trembling as I wrap a hand into the leather of his vest and pull. “Stand up.”

Lukas stands, his large body towering over mine. He looks down at me with such hope and fear in his eyes. I smooth a hand down his chest, swallowing back my nerves. Holding his gaze, I ask for what I want. “Kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Our lost, broken spirits collide as he smashes his lips against mine, groaning as he kisses away all these weeks of pain.

“I love you,” we’re saying over each other, our hands desperate to map the other. “Baby, I love you so fucking much,” he says against my lips.

I pull away, gasping for air, my hands on his shoulders. “You’re not alone anymore. You’re mine,” I say on a panting breath. “Lukas Novikov, you belong to me.”

He nods, his hand smoothing down the column of my neck.

Colton steps in, wrapping a hand around each of us, pulling us to him. “This is it, understood? This is where I wanna be. I want you both. We don’t run from this, and we don’t hide. Together. The three of us, no matter what. Family.”

“Family,” Lukas echoes with a nod.

I’m glowing on the inside, thinking of these two beautiful men at my side, boldly telling the world I’m theirs. Loving me, protecting me, treating me like a queen. My need for them spirals higher. We need to reconnect. We need to be one unit again. How have we waited this long?

I look between them. “I need you both. Now.”

Lukas looks desperate, but Colton raises a wary brow. “What, here? In this kid’s bedroom?”

I don’t care where we are. We could be in the rice and beans aisle of the grocery store, and I’d still have to have them. They always appreciate action, so I shimmy the long skirt of my floral maxi dress up and tug my panties down around my ankles. They watch, wide-eyed, as I hold the dress up and slip my own fingers through my wetness. I pull them away with a whimper, showing how they glisten with my desire.

With a growl, Lukas grabs my wrist, and sucks my fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. The feel of his warm mouth sets me on fire. I arch up, kissing his neck, flicking with my tongue until he groans, letting me go.

Colton leans in, claiming Lukas in a fierce kiss, tasting me off his lips. I lean away, watching as they kiss each other. Oh my god, seeing them like this has my core turning volcanic. I’m practically crying out with need as Lukas works my skirt up for himself, burying his fingers in my pussy. He breaks his kiss with Colton and kisses me again, all but bending me back as his fingers move inside me. His thumb swirls over my clit and I feel zapped. I arch in his arms, panting for breath. “Right there—baby, don’t stop.”

They each claim a side of my neck, licking and sucking as I whimper, coming on Lukas’s fingers. He works me through it, teasing with his thumb on my pulsing clit. With one hard press to my lips, he’s turning me. “Face Cole.”

I brace my hands on Colton’s shoulders, smiling up at him in bliss as Lukas gets himself in position behind me. I hear the zip of his jeans coming open. He shifts in closer. “Hold this up,” he says, making me drop a hand to help him bunch up my dress. I’m grinning at the image of Elizabeth Bennett getting pinned between two leather-clad bikers. Feeling bold, I look up at Colton’s smiling face. “Baby, I want your cock in my mouth. Please, give me both at once. Don’t make me wait.”

He cups my face, dropping his other hand to sink his fingers inside me. Then he lifts them, gliding them over my lips. “You want my cock in this pretty mouth?”

I nod, shifting my stance as Lukas taps my hip. I widen for him, tipping up on my toes. Lukas works his hard dick between my legs, groaning into my shoulder as he strokes his silky shaft through my wetness.

“Fuck, I need you so bad,” he says into my neck.

“Take me,” I beg. “Lukas, I’m yours. I’m—”

We both groan as he sinks in. One hand is on my hip and the other wraps around, splayed across my chest. He rocks into me, pushing in deeper, filling me. “God help me,” he pants.

Colton watches us with such hunger in his eyes, his hand dropping down to feel where Lukas is inside me. He presses in with two fingers, stretching me, making me gasp. “Keep going,” he orders. “Fuck my fingers in her cunt.”

Lukas thrusts, his slick cock sliding inside me along the ridges of Colton’s fingers.

“Please,” I beg, dropping a hand to cup Colton’s hardness. “I want you both. Put your dick in my mouth. Claim me, and never let me go. Please—”

He drops his hands to his belt, hurrying to open his pants and jerk them down, freeing his hard cock. “Take it,” he says, fisting a hand tight in my hair. “You’re such a fucking queen. You own us. Take anything you want.”

Opening my mouth, I pull on his hip and he steps in, letting me have what I’m aching for. I moan with relief as I take both my men inside me, feeling complete for the first time in weeks. Colton rocks against my face, his hands in my hair gentle but direct, urging me to take him deeper. I suck on him, teasing with my tongue as Lukas thrusts into me from behind.

“You look so beautiful sucking his cock,” he croons at me, wrapping a hand around to tease my clit. “I’m gonna come inside this cunt, and then Cole’s gonna lick my dick clean.”

I whine, pressing back with my hips as Colton makes me choke. Oh god, this is euphoria. I’m dizzy, and I’m drowning, and I never want it to stop.

Clinging to them both, dancing on the edge of orgasm, I hardly notice when the door busts open. Both Lukas and Colton freeze, their hands holding me protectively.

“Whoa—ohmygod,” a woman shrieks.

My heart drops out, even as Lukas keeps thrusting into my pussy, working my clit until I’m choking on a scream. “Get the fuck out,” he barks.

Gasping, I push back against him, taking my mouth away from Colton’s dick. Holding to his hips, I glance over my shoulder.

Standing in the doorway are Rachel’s pretty friend Tess, dressed as the devil, and Ryan Langley, carrying what looks like a passed-out teenager dressed as Cleopatra. “Oh my god,” I cry. Lukas wraps a protective arm around me, pulling me up against his chest as Colton steps in.

“Oh my god,” Ryan shouts back, his wild gaze bouncing between the three of us, mouth open in confused horror.

Tess recovers first. Leaning around him, she jerks the door shut with a quick, “Sorry, carry on!”

The three of us stare at the closed door, Lukas’s cock still buried deep inside me. He recovers first, giving my ass a slap. “I was almost finished. With the way you were squeezing me with your tight little cunt, you were too. Coley, you good?”

Colton rubs the back of his neck. “Lemme lock the door first, Jesus Christ.”

I grab his leather vest as he tries to step back. “No.”

He looks down, one brow raised.

“Pop?” Lukas teases, giving me a little press with his hips.

I hum, wiggling against him. “Leave it unlocked,” I say. “Colton, give me that pretty dick. I wasn’t finished.”

“Fuck yes,” Lukas grunts, his hands going to my hips as he starts winding me up again. I’m laughing as he pushes on my shoulder, bending me over to take Colton’s hard dick in my mouth.

“Speed round,” Colton says, fisting his hands in my hair. “Then we’re taking you home, so we get you naked and take our time.”

Home.

I’m already there. This is home. Wherever the three of us are is all the home I need.