Trick Shot: A Spicy Christmas Novella (Brother Puckers Book 1)
Trick Shot: Chapter 14

Riley reminds me of a fish out of water. Her lips are puckered, chest heaving, and her skin is flushed from sex and embarrassment. It’s cute, but wholly unnecessary.

“I what now?” She gapes.

“Squirted. All over Lucas’s face and couch.”

She tries to hide her face, but I stop her, holding her hands in mine. “It was hot, Riley. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman come so hard. Have you, baby?” I ask Leo.

He shakes his head, starting to wipe the wetness off his face but I stop him. “Don’t wipe away my desert. Gimme,” I say playfully.

Leo stands, his hard dick bobbing against his tight lower abs. He takes the spot on the couch next to me and leans in so our shoulders touch. With Riley safely propped up on my chest, I use one of my hands to grab Leo’s slick jaw and lick up the side of his face. Riley shifts her plush ass on my erection and exhales a sexy whimper, watching me as I work my way around his lips, lapping up the tangy flavor before sealing my mouth over his. Pre-cum leaks from my dick, and now all I want is to be inside her tight ass, feeling Leo’s cock moving against mine as we kiss and bring our girl to another plane of existence all together.

Leo grabs the back of my head to bring me closer. There’s nothing sweet about this kiss. It’s full of desire and pure want. Most of our kisses—okay, all of our kisses—are like this, but this one feels particularly charged with Riley here and her scent intermingling with ours. I don’t know if Leo has noticed that her presence has already shifted something between us, but there’s a difference in the way he’s been tonight. He’s letting himself be freer.

With his brother’s career skyrocketing to the stratosphere lately, I know he’s been overworked and overwhelmed, which is one of the many reasons I took charge to get things started. He does better when he has a balance, but he won’t listen to anyone about taking a break—not even me. I think that’s why he doesn’t get in the Christmas spirit either; people like to go visit their family and take a breather. But I know when he goes home to Seattle, Lucas and his family talk about hockey. Even his relatives just ask him about Lucas, never about his business or what he’s built from the ground up with me by his side.

Dread fills my chest at what’s going to happen when he finally tells Riley who he is. I know she isn’t going to be happy about it, and she’ll be angry at me, too. Our little bubble will burst, and this insanely perfect woman will probably walk out the door and never speak to us again. Just like Leo, I thought it would be sex, and that’s it, which is why I ultimately went along with it. But now I get the feeling it won’t be that simple.

Leo bites my lip and tugs on it. I focus on the man I love kissing the hell out of me, and the woman who’s randomly turned my world upside down, gripping my thighs with her hands and rubbing on my dick like it’s a genie lamp.

“You taste so good on pretty boy’s lips, Shortcake,” I say, pulling back to lick a drip of sweat off Leo’s cheekbone.

Leo runs his hands down my chest. “It’s the perfect nickname, isn’t it?”

“You did good, baby,” I boast.

He smiles his one-dimpled smile that does something to my insides. Fuck me sideways. Why am I acting like he’s my partner? I mean he is, and we both love each other, but he’s not my monogamous boyfriend or husband. We made it clear to Riley earlier what we are to each other, and it’s been good enough for the last few years. So why do I feel like I need more now?

Leo kisses me again before working his way down my neck, moving his body so he can get to Riley. Her rounded cheeks look like Pink Lady apples and her eyes are glassy post-orgasm. She smiles adoringly at him once his face is near hers. He returns it, then lovingly tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. A sharp sensation shoots through my heart that almost has me reaching up to rub my chest. It’s not jealousy, but a foreign feeling. Fulfillment, maybe? Rightness?

This voluptuous, strawberry-blonde, snowstorm of a woman came into our lives only hours ago, yet somehow she’s done something I haven’t been able to do for Leo in the last few years. She’s softening him. He hasn’t acted this lovey-dovey or called me so many pet names since the early days of us fucking. But was it ever only “fucking” with us?

Leo must sense my overthinking because he brings his hand up to tug on my head. “I want to try something.”

I quirk an eyebrow at him as he maneuvers Riley until he has her where he wants her. With a hand now on the back of her head, and a hand on mine, he pulls us together and kisses her, then me. Soon, there’s tongues and teeth and limbs everywhere as we sloppily do some odd three-way kiss. It’s messy, and this chaise lounge isn’t the best for this move—but somehow, it works.

After a minute, I pull back on Leo’s lip and bite it hard enough that he hisses.

“Let’s move this party to the bedroom, or we’ll end up on the floor,” I say. “Your leather couch may be water-resistant, but your fancy carpet isn’t.”

Riley flushes from the memory of her squirting, and I give her a simple kiss.

“We want you to come like a waterfall, beautiful. Let’s just avoid having to pay for pretty boy’s new carpet.”

She swats my chest, making Leo laugh. I know he doesn’t care about the carpet, but I want the large space of the bed for what’s about to happen next.

Leo stands up and holds out a hand to Riley. He looks hot, bathed in the colored lights of the room. I’m regretting not fucking him in here before. I guess there’s still after Christmas if he doesn’t go to Seattle tomorrow, or if we leave up the decor after New Year’s.

Once Riley is up, she holds out her hand to me. The gesture only makes me want to keep her more. She’s thoughtful and getting comfortable enough now that I don’t think she even remembers we’re naked—or that she still has a butt plug in her ass.

Leo tugs us forward, and we all move linked together through the space until we’re in Leo’s master bedroom. He turns on the lights so there’s just enough for us to see the room and its blue-toned decor. This room is probably one of my favorites in the house. It’s spacious and decorated just enough that it feels comfortable without feeling too sparse or cluttered.

“Holy cow! Your place keeps getting better and better,” Riley exclaims.

Leo drops her hand and moves to the gas fireplace, flipping it on so there’s a nice glow in the room.

“Is that a California King?!” she squeals.

“You bet,” Leo says.

I use her moment of stunned astonishment to start pushing her back until her legs hit said California King. She laughs as she falls on the soft mattress, her lovely body bouncing as I prowl over her. The sound of her giggles cease as my lips find hers again.

I love the way her large tits push into my chest and our stomachs seem to mold together. I’ve always preferred women who were built like me, ones I can grab on to and toss around. Ones that I can lay my full body weight on and know I’m not going to crush them. It’s one of the reasons why I love men, too. The hardness, the strength; it’s unmatched.

Speaking of, I reach my hand out to Leo, keeping my mouth on Riley’s as I kiss her like she’s the air I need to breathe. His hand entwines with mine, and that pain returns to my chest, like someone is squeezing my heart. I grip his hand, then pull him toward us. He lands on the bed beside Riley, and I move my lips to his. I love how different it feels kissing them both. While Riley is pliant and warm, Leo is all angles and muscles.

Without being prompted, Riley maneuvers herself out from under me, and I take the hint at what she wants. I prowl over Leo and kiss him deeper while Riley trails her hand down my back, then squeezes my ass. My dick swells against Leo’s, and we both let out a shuttering groan.

“May I?” Riley asks in her musical voice. She’s gesturing to our cocks pressed together. They’re both hardening again, but could use a little love.

I grin. “You never have to ask to play with our cocks, beautiful.”

Even in the dim room, I can see her flush, but that doesn’t stop her from moving so she can access what she’s asked for. Leo and I watch as she brings her hand up to her mouth then spits into her palm. The action is almost too dirty coming from her, but she was also choking on Leo’s dick not too long ago.

“Goddamn, Shortcake,” Leo says with a groan. “You sure are a surprise.”

The corners of her lips turn up as she spits into her other hand, then wraps them around both our cocks, rubbing Leo’s with mine. I let out a string of curses at the added friction, pressing my forehead into his.

“Kiss each other,” she commands us softly.

A needy whine escapes Leo’s mouth at her words. “Fuck. She’s going to kill me.”

A smile plays at my lips. It shouldn’t surprise me that Riley’s asking for what she wants in this way, but at the same time, I knew she had it in her. She just needed to feel safe to explore all sides of herself. So I do as she asks, my lips descending on Leo’s to obey her.

He opens for me with no hesitation, our tongues dancing together in an intoxicating push and pull for dominance. Riley continues to jerk us off together, her soft sounds of excitement only adding to the heated moment. When her hands pull away and she moves, Leo mumbles something against my lips about how much I’ll love her mouth. It isn’t until Riley’s lips are sealed over the crown of my length that I know why he said it.

“Oh fuck!”

She sucks me further in, Leo kissing my bearded jaw. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?” he says in wonder.

I nod my head, seeking his kiss out again as Riley licks her tongue across my slit like she’s savoring her favorite ice cream. She moans at the taste, pulling back to rub Leo and me together again with more vigor.

“You’re both so different,” she appraises. “Both so big, so perfect. I want to bring your dicks home with me when I leave.”

I drop my head to Leo’s shoulders and chuckle.

“Maybe I’ll have two molds made for you, Shortcake.” Leo eyes shine as he says it, looking down to watch as she continues to give us the most amazing handy of our lives. I know I can speak for Leo in this case, too.

Riley pouts. “Not the same.”

Leo taps my shoulder and motions his head for me to move. Then, with a quickness only he can have, he pulls a squealing Riley up so she’s in the space he’s created between us. Her laughter quickly dies when he places his hand on her throat, moving to hover over her so he looks deeply into her eyes.

“Then we better fuck you so good you’ll never forget what they feel like.”

“Is that a promise?” she asks breathlessly.

He growls. “It’s a fact.” He kisses her hard, gripping her throat as she opens her mouth to him. Riley meets him stroke for stroke, not backing down, their lips seeking and devouring each other.

I roll to the bedside table to grab lube and condoms while they’re swept up in each other, then settle back in to watch some more. If we can convince Riley to share a bed with us again, I’d love to watch her and Leo play together, preferably in a whole scene. They’re both so fucking sexy, and the yin and yang of their bodies makes my cock as hard as a rock. I sweep my hand down Leo’s back, relishing in the feel of his toned body that he works so hard to have.

While he doesn’t play hockey anymore, the man keeps himself in shape like he’s in the NHL alongside Lucas. I asked him once why he put so much pressure on himself to look this way, but he just waved me off. It was clear by his reaction he didn’t want to talk about it, so I never forced him on the subject. Though my guess is the exact reason why he just didn’t come clean to Riley before she came home with us: there’s a part of him that feels less than Lucas, so he always has to keep up. And tonight, he wanted to be the person Riley thinks he is because in his mind, even if he’ll never admit, he thinks she’d be disappointed. Which is why I’ve let it slide this long, although it’s bullshit.

Riley’s hand reaches for me, and I lock our fingers together. She breaks Leo’s kiss, then tugs me so we’re kissing again. I let myself get caught up in her; her scent, her taste, how her delicate lips feel so different than the man I’ve come to love and need so desperately in my life, even when he’s being an idiot. When Leo’s hand pumps my dick, I let out a feral noise and end the kiss.

“I need you both right fucking now,” I express. My voice sounds not like my own. Instead, it’s the voice of a man consumed by undeniable want. I blindly pat my hand on the bed until I have two condoms in my hand.

When I hold out one to Leo, he shakes his head. My forehead shoots up. Leo always uses a condom unless it’s just us. The last thing he’s ever wanted is for one of the women he’s slept with to show up on his doorstep pregnant or with a long-lost baby.

“I want to feel you both, no barriers,” he says passionately. He stares into Riley’s eyes. “I want to watch our come spill out of you, then lick it clean.”

“Fucking hell, baby,” I sputter. He knows I have a breeding kink, and the image has the base of my spine tingling and my hips thrusting. “You’re sure?” I ask him.

“Very sure.”

“Riley?”

She nods her head. “I’m on the pill and,” she says the next part shyly, “I want to feel you both. I’ve never felt, I want to—”

I kiss her lips to shut her up, then make a show of tossing the condoms on the ground. My heated gaze finds Leo’s. “I get dibs on her ass first.”

He smirks. “It’s all yours, J baby.”