Thoroughly Pucked (My Hockey Romance #3) Read Online Lauren Blakely

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: My Hockey Romance Series by Lauren Blakely
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Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 107453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
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But dating her also means surprising her. She does like to be thrown for a loop.

Once the game ends, and the suite clears, the three of us hang back, Ledger and I making small talk about the game before he holds up a finger and says he needs to chat with the suite attendant.

He bounds up the steps, tugs the guy aside. The man smiles and nods, then disappears into the hall.

The door clinks shut right as Aubrey reaches for the knob.

I cover her hand with mine. “Not so fast. You need to understand there are consequences for your actions.”

Her eyes flicker as she lets go. “There are?” Her voice sounds breathy. Just shy of excited.

“We can’t let you get away with that kind of defiance,” Ledger says, then locks the door.

“You can’t?” Her voice pitches higher.

“Nope,” he says, then tosses her over his shoulder and stalks down the steps to the glass of the suite, overlooking the field.

The Renegades have won, and the field is clear, but fans are still trickling out of the stadium. He takes her to the second row of seats, obscured behind the tall backs of the seats in front.

He sits then sets her down across his lap, ass up, hair spilling beautifully. Ledger tosses me a careless look. “Raise her skirt for me, will you?”

“Gladly,” I say, joining them in the second row to give a helping hand.

Aubrey gasps, then looks my way as I tug up her skirt, exposing…holy fuck. She’s wearing pink low-rise bikinis, showing off some of her fantastic butt. I yank the fabric higher up the crack of her ass.

With her skirt bunched at her waist and her panties a string, Ledger raises a hand, then lowers it with a quick thwack.

“Oh god,” Aubrey gasps, then wiggles on him, like she’s rubbing her pussy against his thigh.

“This will remind you that you’re not a football girlfriend,” he reprimands.

“I’m not?” she asks, clearly playing along.

He smacks the other cheek. She writhes again as he soothes away the sting. “You’re a hockey girl. Got that?”

She nods a yes, breathing heavily.

“You sure about that?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Am I?” she asks, taunting me, fucking taunting me.

Ledger shakes his head, like can you believe this defiance. “Show her, man,” he says, then lifts her up, setting her on her booted feet. “If memory serves, she likes taking turns.”

She faces me, her brown eyes wide and brimming with arousal, her expression saying please take your turn.

“Go to the window.” I point.

The stadium isn’t quite empty yet, but close enough. She starts to tug down her skirt.

I shake my head. “No. Leave it up. I want to look at that perfect ass as you go.”

“Okay,” she says, her voice feathery. She walks down the steps, reaches the window, and looks back at us.

“Hands up.”

She slides her palms up the glass. Then waits. I don’t go to her yet. I cross my arms and enjoy the view. Aubrey Emerson, copper hair falling down her back, jean skirt rucked up, ass exposed, creamy pale flesh on display for her men.

“Yes, this is a motherfucking date,” I say, then stalk down to her, cup her face, and claim her mouth right as I smack her ass.

She yelps into my kiss. It’s such a rush, her reaction to kissing and spanking. I swat her other ass cheek, and she kisses me even more greedily. I crush my lips to hers, grab her by the flesh, and haul her close. I need her taste, her sounds, her sweet, soft body melting into mine. And I want her to know, too, that we can take care of all her needs.

I break the kiss. “Now go give him a kiss. But kiss him like you love hockey best.”

When she turns around, Ledger’s right there, dragging her into his arms. I let them have their kiss since she’s sinking into it, whimpering against him.

A few seconds later, I bark out, “That’s enough.”

They break apart. We move to the corner of the suite. “Now, listen, sweet thing,” I say, tugging her against me while he stands behind her, playing with her hair.

I spread my hand over her mound, then inch it lower. She quivers under my touch. “I fucking missed you. I need to show you how much,” I say. “Ledger, you want to help me out? Get these off her, maybe?” I pluck at her panties.

“Yeah, I want to see her beautiful ass. All of it. That sweet pussy too,” he says as he slides the undies down her legs, then helps her step out of them.

Aubrey’s breath comes in soft little puffs of desire. Of anticipation. When her undies are off, Ledger brings them to his nose.

Her eyes pop as she watches him inhale her. I slide a hand between her soft thighs and indulge in my favorite thing—my sweet, slick girl.


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