Trick Shot: A Spicy Christmas Novella (Brother Puckers Book 1)
Trick Shot: Chapter 3

The cool tones of Frank Sinatra singing “White Christmas” over the radio are very on the nose as I wait for the light to turn green. I tighten my gloved hand around the steering wheel of my Jeep Renegade CRV, while absentmindedly scratching my beard with the other. I press my lips together, picturing said hands throttling Leo’s perfectly pretty throat for the text message I just received.

My best friend is several things. He’s smart, funny, loyal—he’s also one of the kindest people I’ve ever known (if you don’t get on his bad side). Not to mention one of the most adventurous sexual partners I’ve ever had. But one thing he’s never been good at is admitting when he’s fucked up.

I listen to the text he sent over the car speaker again, and I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. He’s bringing a woman from the airport home to spend Christmas Eve with us, one I assume he wants to share his bed with, but the kicker is—she thinks he’s Lucas. He’s pretended to be Lucas on other occasions, and I’ve always thought it was stupid. If he were to get caught, there’d be a media shitstorm. I don’t know the whole story of why she thinks he’s Lucas, or why he couldn’t just say he’s his twin, but his text begged me to keep my mouth shut. And I’m nothing if not a good boy, at least when I want to be.

When I pull up to Terminal 1, there aren’t many cars out besides a bunch of cabs, yet I’m glad I came when I did. It’s probably going to take us a while to get home, and with how bad the roads are, I couldn’t let Leo sit at the airport on Christmas Eve. He wouldn’t have cared, but I do. While I don’t celebrate Christmas with my family in Honolulu anymore, and haven’t since I came out to them as bisexual years ago, I have my friends and Leo. I’ve grown to find peace and so much love in celebrating holidays with my found family. I also have plenty of new fun traditions with said friends. Including one of my favorites: sex under the Christmas tree. Which Leo and I enjoyed alone together last night, since he was supposed to be on a plane to Seattle tonight.

Now with a smirk on my face, I put the car into park and send Leo a text to let him know I’m here. Less than a minute later, I see his tall form walking out along with a vision in red. She looks like a walking candy cane, her red peacoat hugging her ample form as snow clings to her coppery-blonde hair. It’s amusing to me that Mr. Scrooge happened to attract someone who looks like she enjoys Christmas way more than he ever has in his life.

As I pop the trunk, I overhear Leo insist on helping her with her bag. Her voice is lyrical as she thanks him, and the hair on my arms stands on end. I enjoy sleeping with women, and often, Leo and I share, but it’s been a several months since I’ve felt anything other than the hard planes of my friend’s body. It would be nice to wrap myself in something that smells sweet. I bet she tastes sweet, too. When I catch Leo’s eyes in the rearview mirror, the look he’s giving me says he’s thinking the exact same thing.

He slams the trunk of my jeep closed, and I track Ms. Candy Cane as she makes her way to the front door. When she climbs in, I’m hit with the smell of her perfume, floral and honeyed. My cock wakes up, and I send a little Christmas prayer to whoever is listening that this mystery woman will be willing to let both Leo—or should I say Lucas—and myself have some fun with her tonight.

“Hi, I’m Riley.” She smiles, her green eyes dark in the low light. “Thanks for picking us up.”

My cock grows harder, and her words weren’t even sexual. Leo has always had good taste in people, but Riley is an absolute dream. I’ve already started to imagine what those curves look like under her coat, and what her hair will feel like wrapped around my fist or brushing against my hips as she wraps those lips around my cock. It’s only when Leo clears his throat that I realize I’m staring. I try to cover it up with warm smile.

“Hi, Riley, I’m Jace.” Miraculously, my voice comes out steady. “And it’s no problem at all.”

She blushes for whatever reason, and my eyes move to look at Leo’s via the rearview mirror. He’s buckling his seatbelt, but his gaze is glued to my face. We speak without words like we have for years now, and I can’t help but give him a nod in approval. His lustful stare tells me everything I need to know. That he wants Riley to not just be his tonight, but ours.

“You good, Lucas?” I make sure to emphasize his “name.” The warmth in his blue eyes fades, and he narrows them at me. I put away my desire to flip him off, turning my attention back to the angel in my front seat.

“You buckled in, beautiful?”

She ducks her head at the praise and rubs her hands together, which prompts me to turn up the heat. I’ve always run hot, so my car is never warm enough in the winter according to Leo.

“I’m in,” she voices.

I meet Leo’s eyes again. He looks like a fox in a henhouse, and I can’t help but feel like this night is going to be one we never forget.

I just hope Riley knows what she’s in for—and Leo, aka Lucas, knows what he’s doing.