Sincerely, The Puck Bunny (Totally Pucked #2)(62)

“Hmm. And what happens after the helicopter ride?” I say.

Her gold-flecked eyes roll, “I think you already know, Briggs Wilson. Stop trying to make me say it.”

“I wanna hear it, babe. I want to know your dream date, tell me all the dirty, salacious details.”

“I want to have the best, most passionate, intense sex of my life.”

Her voice is raspy and low, and it shoots straight to my dick. Maddison knows exactly what her words do to me because she trails her hand down my chest to the flat, hard plane of my abs, and then fiddles with the waistband of my jeans until I groan, hardening beneath the stiff fabric. “I remember quite well how amazing your tongue is, Briggs.”

She leans closer until I can feel her lips move against mine as she speaks, “I can’t wait to feel that again.”

“That’s it, down you go. You are driving me fucking insane woman. God, I want you.”

Once her feet hit the ground, she stands on her tiptoes and laces her fingers through my hair before kissing me soft and sweet on my lips, her eyes dancing with amusement. She’s more than satisfied that she’s gotten this response out of me.

Vixen.

“Later, baby.”

With that, she pulls back, opens the door and strolls out like she hasn’t just given me the worst case of blue balls in my life.

We join everyone back outside, just as Reed is pulling the meat off the grill. All of the girls have gathered around the table with Olive, so Maddison joins them as I walk over and see if I can help Reed with anything.

“What can I do?”

Looking over his shoulder at the girls, he nods toward the house. “Can you just catch the door for me? Gonna bring this in so everyone can make their plates inside.”

Graham and Asher have joined the girls and are now having a very heated conversation about…. menstrual cups, so I guess it’s just Reed, Hudson, Liam and I prepping to eat.

These guys.

Once I get the door and we’re inside the massive kitchen, Reed sets the pan of steaks, burgers, and chicken on the marble countertop and takes off the apron. The girls file through the door, just a few minutes later, and we all make our plates and decide to eat them inside.

There’s never a shortage of hands to hold Olive as Maddison and I make our plates. Because I’m driving, I pour Maddison a glass of wine, and she smiles when I hand it over.

“Thank you, Briggs.”

“No problem, baby.”

Emery gushes, “You two are so cute, it’s almost as sickening as my brother and Holland.”

“Shut up, Em,” Reed grumbles, finally sitting with us with a pile of food on his plate. The guy can eat.

Finally, I have my baby girl back in my arms, and using one hand, I take a bite of my burger as Maddison chats with the girls. Today went so much better than I planned, and fuck, it feels good.

To show Maddison off. For everyone to meet my baby girl.

“Oh Maddison, what’s your number? I’m going to text you tonight about dinner this weekend.”

Maddison rattles her number off, and my eyebrows rise. “Dinner?” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

“Yeah, Juliet and Holland asked me to go to dinner with them this weekend for a kind of girls’ dinner. I was going to see if either I could bring Olive or if Ty and Kyle were busy.”

I shake my head. “I can hang out with Olive, babe.” Looking toward the guys. “The girls are having a girls’ dinner Saturday. What do you guys say we have a guys’ day… with Olive juice here?”

Graham smiles bright and tickles Olive’s cheek. “Definitely.”

The rest of the guys chime in too, so there it is.

“Settled.” I drop my lips to Maddison’s head in a quick kiss, and she sinks into me for a moment. It feels right. So fucking right.

Having my girls here with me, surrounded by all of the other people that I love, it feels like for the first time in a long time, this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

With my family.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past few years, it’s that family isn’t just blood, family is the people who stand by you when you have nothing left.

Who pick you up when you can’t seem to lift yourself from the ground.

The people who love you even after you’ve given them every reason not to.





Twenty Three





A few days pass as I wait for dinner with Holland and Juliet. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to it since they invited me. While I’ve been friends with Ty my entire life, and welcomed Kyle with open arms, whenever they got together, it’s still nice to spend time with two women who are also moms and in relationships with professional hockey players. Lots of common ground… and I’m sure they have advice that I desperately need when it comes to the man who turns my insides into a molten gooey mess when he’s around.

I’m just finishing curling my hair when I see Briggs in the mirror. He walks in and slides his hands around my waist then pulls me against his hard body. Moving my hair to the side, off my neck, he plants a wet, hot kiss against the sensitive skin of my shoulder, where it meets my neck. A spot that he knows sets me on fire, only for him.

“How about we cancel girls and guys’ day, and we stay home? Just me, you, and Olive?”