Trick Shot: A Spicy Christmas Novella (Brother Puckers Book 1)
Trick Shot: Chapter 10

Needless to say, it’s my favorite kind of tension. However, it’s making it incredibly hard (pun intended) to finish the beautiful meal Jace made. I’m so wound up after what just transpired between us that I don’t even taste anything. But I’m going to finish the food regardless, because A) I need my strength for tonight, and B) Jace ordered it. Goddamn, that was hot. I love when Daddy Jace comes out to play, and it’s been far too long since he has. Which I know is entirely my fault.

The memory of the night I discovered his Dom comes to mind. It was shortly after we started sleeping with each other. Since the day I met him, he knew I desired control in my life, and in the beginning, he always gave it to me. Then one night, I was in my head about something Lucas said to me about my injury and how amazing it would have been to be on the ice together in the NHL. Jace took matters into his own hands, tying me up for the first time that night, and before I knew it, he had me calling him Daddy as he fucked me raw. I never thought I had a Daddy kink, but Jace? It fits him.

With his thick 6’3” light brown form, nicely trimmed full beard, and his caring and protective demeanor, he makes the fantasy real. And as Riley will soon find out when he strips, he’s covered in tattoos. It’s sexy and downright sinful.

Let’s just say that after that night, I did some serious self-exploration. Turns out, I’m more of a switch than I thought. And since then, I’ve done a lot of things that involve complete surrender. I enjoy it almost as much as I do ordering people around. Almost.

“More wine?” Jace asks, his deep voice making those goosebumps reappear on my arms.

I meet Jace’s gaze and shake my head. “I’m good. Riley?”

She pushes her now empty plate away. “I think if I eat or drink anything else you’ll have to roll me out of here. It was delicious, though.” Her praise lights up Jace’s angular face and it makes me happy.

“I’m glad you liked it.” Jace wipes his mouth and facial hair, then addresses me. “Are you done, baby?”

My heart beats quicker at the pet name. He calls me that sometimes, but usually only during sex or when he’s trying to get me to agree to something. He knows it’s one of my weak spots.

“All done.” My voice comes out breathy and laced with what I can only describe as anticipation.

Riley shifts in her chair and catches an eyeful of my straining cock. He’s ready to come out to play, and she knows it. She moves her hand to my thigh, pulling her fingers along the fabric of my sweats until she delicately brushes them over my erection. My cock twitches beneath her touch.

I move her hand so it’s fully over my hard length. “Are you ready for dessert, Riley?”

She bats her eyes demurely. “I’ve been ready since our shower.”

I give her a cocky grin and turn to Jace. “Should we move this to the bedroom?”

Jace stands. “I have a better idea.”

He uses his pointer and middle finger to beckon us to follow him. It’s a bit comical how quickly Riley and I stand. I even stumble a bit in my haste.

We follow him through the dining room and back into the main living area until we reach my favorite room in the house, my “man cave.” It’s not really a man cave per se, but it’s the space in my home I use the most when I need to relax. It’s cozier than the living room with a large couch and attached chaise lounge. Even some fun bean bag chairs. There’s a massive TV on the wall for watching sports and movies, including surround sound.

When Riley sees the large Fraser fir in the corner decorated to the nines, including a lit fireplace with stockings and holly, she gasps and claps her hands. “This room looks straight out of a Christmas movie!” she cheers.

She’s not wrong. While normally this room is plain, Jace surprised me last month by having a professional decorator do the whole penthouse (though it was definitely for him more than me). And while every room in my place looks like what I would call “Christmas Classy,” this room has lots of extra details and feels more like my parents’ home in Seattle. The tree is covered in multi-colored lights instead of white, and different kinds of fun ornaments cover the branches while an oversized red and gold tree skirt sits around its base.

“I thought you’d like it.” Jace smiles affectionately. He takes his place on the couch, stretching out on the attached oversized chaise lounge. He pats the cushion next to him and Riley doesn’t hesitate to join him. Once she sits, he pulls her into his side until they’re snuggling. It’s sweet, there’s an unknown emotion tugging inside me. I can’t really say what it is, but it’s nice. And fucking scary at the same time, especially considering Riley is only here for the night.

“Get over here,” Jace’s gravelly voice commands.

I startle a bit and realize I’ve been staring. “Sorry, you two are just so cute,” I croon.

Jace huffs. “I’m not cute.”

I try not to laugh as I settle myself on to the couch next to Riley, resting my hand on her thigh. I momentarily let the beauty of the room and the people in it fill me up and ground me. The lights are dimmed, and the air is warm and cozy. For a second, I wonder why I’ve been such a Scrooge about Christmas all these years. Because if this is what holidays are like, I could get behind celebrating more willingly.

Riley shifts, her actions revealing the same quiet contentment that I feel. Her sparkling gaze flashes to my lips, and I find myself unable to hold back any longer. I’m about to move my hand closer to her pussy to find out just how wet she is for us, but Jace’s big hand stops me. “Did I say you could do that, Lucas?”

Riley doesn’t notice the tone of dislike he has when he says my brother’s name, because it sounds commanding. But I can hear the difference. When we make eye contact, his eyebrow is raised in question. He doesn’t look angry, just ready to show me who’s boss.

“You wanna play, Jace?” My voice holds a rawness, conveying the depth of my need for him.

He strokes the top of my hand with his thumb. “Do I have your permission?”

I let out a shaky breath. He’s so hot when he gets like this. In the last few months we just grab each other and go at it, so this is a fun change. And it’s all thanks to Riley’s presence here. “You know you do,” I tell him.

He nods, then turns his attention to Riley while keeping his hand over mine on her thigh. “What about you, Riley?” he asks. “Do we have your consent to do anything we want to you?”

She bites her lower lip. “Anything?”

He grins. “Within reason, of course.”

She laughs nervously. “Yes, you have my consent. I trust you both. I was also tested recently, so I’m all good there.”

Her words are a turn-on and I’m about ready to pounce. “We are, too.”

Jace traces a finger down her arm sensually. “If anything makes you uncomfortable, or it’s too much, say the word and everything stops. Understand?”

“I understand, Sir.”

Jace places one of his thick fingers under her chin, giving her a sly grin that could drop panties within a mile radius. “You’re already a natural, baby. But please, call me Daddy.”