Wanna Puck? (Book Two): Wanna Puck?, #2

By Layla Valentine and Ana Sparks

One cool-as-ice veteran player

One smoking hot rising star

And little old me in the middle

All wrapped up in an all-star ménage a trois

 

I've been sent to write a piece on two NHL stars

Joel Palmer and Dante Drake

On the ice they're too hot to handle.

In the locker room they can't stand each other.

And now it's my job to get to the bottom of it all.

The rivals might have already dropped the gloves

But I'll give them something to bond over.

I may be just a simple reporter, but I'm about to go all-in.

Tonight, I'm down to puck.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Layla Valentine
• Release date: Dec 24, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201817794

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

They both began to sputter around questions and excuses and disbelief, but I ignored them. I kissed Joel with the quick, easy passion which came so naturally to him. He responded exactly the way I expected him to, his mind instantly derailed. Dante grew silent and furious beside me, and I laughed as I pulled away from Joel.

Don’t be jealous, I whispered as I held Dante’s face in my hands. As I said, you’re the master. Joel sure has a lot to learn… I touched his lips with mine, and flames licked my very soul.

Dante was hesitant but powerful, following my lead until he overtook it, turning the tables on me until I was a slave to his mouth. I shuddered with pleasure as his tongue tangled with mine, as his strong hand ran up my side until it was wrapped in my hair. He tugged gently, tearing a gasp from my throat.

He released me, casting a shifty look at Joel. Joel was alternating between excitement and confusion, and I laughed again.

Come on, I said to them as I took their hands in mine. Show me you can play as a team.

Oh, God, you’re serious, Joel groaned, his eyes darkening with lust.

He stood to follow me, but Dante held his seat firmly.

I am not having sex with Joel, he said, slowly and clearly.

I threw my head back and laughed.

You don’t have to, I said, catching my breath. Just with me. Working toward a common goal…together. I bit my lip and gazed at him from under my lashes. It’ll be a good team-building exercise.

I sense an ulterior motive, he observed, quirking his lips.

Call it my way of apologizing for pitting you two against each other, I offered. I owe you one.

Or thirteen, Dante said with a dry look at Joel.

More like seven? I still couldn’t remember, and shook my head. That’s a scoreboard for another day. Come on—are you really telling me that you don’t want to equalize?

It was a cheap shot, but it worked. Dante lifted his chin and stood, but still resisted when I tried to walk to the bedroom. I glanced at him over my shoulder with a questioning brow.

I’m not touching anybody’s dick but my own, he said firmly.

Ditto, Joel said with a grin.

Are we all agreed, then? I asked with an expression bordering on an eye-roll.

We were.

Electricity raced over my skin as I walked to the bedroom, holding two men’s raw sexual energy in my hands.

CHAPTER 2

When the bedroom door closed, everyone froze. My sudden impulse was quickly becoming reality, and I had a moment when I wondered if I was completely out of my mind. But then, Dante pressed his hand to the small of my back, guiding me toward my pink duvet-covered bed, and Joel laced his fingers in mine.

My heart began to race with something far more pleasant than anxiety, and I allowed myself to be pulled and pushed until I was lying on my back, looking up at the two hockey players.

An instinct halfway between fear and excitement rippled through me like a snake, making me shiver with anticipation. Joel ripped his own clothes off and leapt onto the bed beside me, hooking an arm around my waist and kissing my mouth. I returned the kiss in kind, reflecting that teenage glee which exuded from him.

I reached for Dante, silently asking him to come closer. His warm hand slid over my knee and up my thigh, instantly filling me with hot, liquid lust. Slowly and meticulously, he touched every inch of skin, traveling up under my skirt. I opened to him, gasping into Joel’s mouth.

Joel groaned and peeled the straps off of my shoulders, releasing my breasts. Dante touched the wet crease of my panties, shooting mind-bending sensations over my body as Joel’s hungry mouth wrapped around my firm, hard nipple. Moaning with need, I arched against Dante’s hand, only for him to take it away.

Don’t stop, I whimpered huskily.

He only grinned at me and knelt down at the edge of the bed between my knees. Joel ravaged my breasts with hands and mouth, making me dizzy with desire as Dante slid my panties down my legs. My belly quivered with anticipation.

Hot breath warmed my most intimate places and I gasped, gripping the sheets with one hand and Joel with the other. He groaned, flicking his tongue over my nipple, as I slid my hand over his throbbing, hard cock.

Dante’s lips touched me, light as a petal, hot like fire. His tongue slid inside of me, tasting, teasing. I stroked Joel with a feverish need, egging him on until he bruised my tender flesh with forceful, desperate hands and violent kisses. Rough tongue and smooth lips coaxed me to the edge; firm fingers kept me there.

My legs shook and I groaned with need as Dante teased, torturing me with his calm, steady touch. Joel began to growl, thrusting into my grip. The palpable heat of his lust in my hand, in his breath, in every tense and quaking line of his body fed my own, and when Dante finally plunged his fingers deep inside me, the universe exploded in my head.

My primal scream was echoed by Joel’s. Dante’s warm, smooth chuckle rippled through the wild atmosphere, like a lifeline to my drifting consciousness. Joel rolled over, momentarily sated, and I curled up to wrap my arms around Dante’s strong neck.

He met my kiss with his crushing intensity, pressed me deeper into the bed, and came to hover over me. He demanded my mouth and I gave it willingly, tangling myself around him, desperate for more. His hands slid under my skirt to peel my dress from my body. I lay naked under his gaze, basking in the smoldering appreciation beaming from his green eyes.

He absorbed me with a glance, trailing his eyes over my skin, leaving a tingling excitement in his wake. His hands trailed after, hypnotizing me with the softness of their firm touch. Then his lips—in the hollow of my throat, over the marked skin of my swollen breasts, down my belly to the subtle curve above my hips. From the corner of my eye, I saw