Trick Shot: A Spicy Christmas Novella (Brother Puckers Book 1)
Trick Shot: Chapter 5

I close the door of the lavish bathroom and let out a long breath. I can’t believe I was right: Jace would totally bite me if I asked him to.

Placing my hands on the black marble sink, I stare at myself in the mirror. My skin is flushed from all the alcohol I’ve consumed and the hormones coursing through my body. Being close to Lucas, having him touch my skin—it makes my insides light up. I’ve heard the saying that sometimes you meet people you’re just meant to meet, and I feel that with him. There’s this pull between us, and I want to explore it.

Then there’s Jace. He reminds me of a thick and juicy Jason Momoa. When he picked us up from the airport, I couldn’t help my blush. He has a similar energy to Lucas with his flirtatious ways, but he’s also extremely kind and funny. From our talk in the car, I know we have similar interests. My gaze turns to the door where he stood only a minute before.

Could I be with two men at once? I mean, that’s what they were implying, right?

“Think, Riley,” I tell my reflection.

These men clearly know what they’re doing. They said this is something they’ve done before. They also obviously have something strong between them, it was evident to me the moment we walked in the penthouse and Jace so casually walked around Lucas’s space, making drinks and acting like this was his home, too. At first I thought they were just good friends, but I caught the way they intensely gazed at each other when they didn’t know I was looking.

In the mirror, my green eyes stare back at me. This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I could take it, have an amazing night with these two men, then go on my merry way tomorrow. Or I could go out there, make new friends, then fall asleep and leave in the morning without a single orgasm and the thought of What if I had?

“Have some fun, Riley,” I tell myself. “For once in your life, do something wild and free.”

I smooth my hands over my outfit and think of how I haven’t shaved in a week, and I’m positive I’m wearing my least attractive pair of granny panties with a bra that needs to be washed. I mean, I wasn’t planning on having sex tonight, until Lucas invited me here. And I for sure wasn’t planning on having sex with two men. On Christmas Eve, no less!

Knock, knock, knock.

“Are you okay, Riley?” Lucas asks from the other side of the door.

I pause and remember what I told myself in the airport when I decided to come with Lucas in the first place. I came here to have a fun night, and I wasn’t thinking about my prickly legs when I made that decision.

“Shortcake?” he probes, his voice slightly worried now.

I take one last look in the mirror and awkwardly give myself a thumbs up. I’m such a dork. Why did this man bring me home again? No! Nope. Not going there. With a soothing breath, I swing the door open. Lucas is leaning on the door frame, his dark hair mussed and forehead creased. He’s changed from his fancy suit and now wears a similar outfit to Jace: gray sweatpants and a charcoal long-sleeved shirt that clings to his muscular form.

“My legs aren’t shaved,” I blurt out.

Lucas purses his lips as he tries to stop himself from laughing. “Is that why you ran in here?” He starts to back me up, prowling toward me like a lion on the hunt.

“Not really, but that’s all I can think about at the moment,” I tell him.

That laugh that was on the surface bubbles out of him as he pins me to the glass shower door. The hard planes of his body press into my softness, and I hold back a moan.

He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “And what else are you worried about?”

“I’m wearing granny panties.” I swallow. “The kind that sucks all your rolls in. It’s not cute.”

He lets out an airy sound, running his nose up my cheek and tracing the shell of my ear. I shiver at the sensitive area being teased.

“You don’t have to worry about any of that,” he says. “I don’t care about hair on your legs or what kind of underwear you have on. But I care about you, and I care about your comfort. So tell me, how can I make it better?”

I take in a choppy breath as he gently bites my earlobe. Jesus, this man is goooood.

“My b-bag.” I shudder as he kisses my neck. “I have a razor. A-and some cuter underwear.”

He sucks on my pulse point, and my knees weaken. Thank goodness he’s holding me up, or I’d be a puddle on the floor right now.

“I have a new razor in here you can use. As for the underwear, I plan on you being naked all night. No need for them.” His eyes level with mine, our noses now touching. “That is, if you want to get naked with me, Riley?”

He’s serious in his question. There’s no playfulness there. His demeanor tells me he’ll let me leave and walk out into the snowstorm if I say this isn’t what I want.

“And Jace, too?” I ask, my voice husky.

Lucas’s face lights up, his pupils dilating slightly. “Jace is cooking us a little Christmas Eve feast. He’ll join us after we eat if that’s what you want.”

My throat closes up at their thoughtfulness. It was clear I freaked out when I asked to use the bathroom, and they’d taken notice. But Lucas just proved why I felt safe enough to come home with him after we’d just met. And if I’m not careful, I’ll fall for this man. Which is dangerous because he doesn’t do relationships. It’s a quick and sobering reminder that tonight is it, and I’m going to take full advantage—granny panties be damned.

“I think I’d like that,” I finally say.

Lucas releases his beautiful one-dimpled smile on me. “Really?”

I nod. “I’ve never been with two men at once, so forgive me if I’m awkward. I still can’t believe you’re both offering. I feel like I’m in some pornographic fever dream.”

“Are you kidding, Riley? I can’t believe I found a woman like you in an airport sports bar on Christmas Eve. Call this Scrooge converted, because Christmas miracles do exist.”

My cheeks burn. “You probably could have found better, but I’m glad it was me nonetheless.”

Lucas’s jaw clenches. “You’re perfect, and don’t let boys like Chad ever tell you otherwise.”

I purse my lips. “You don’t even know me that well.”

He brushes an errant strand of hair from my cheek. “I’ve met a lot of people in my life, Riley. Too many of them are fake assholes who take whatever they want, then leave you to pick up the pieces. You’re not one of those people. I don’t need to know your life story to make that call.”

“Again, I have to ask, are you sure you’re a hockey player? You’d make a great writer.”

He leans down, his pale pink lips a breath away from my own. “I’m a man of many talents, Shortcake. You want to find out more of them?”

“Yes,” I hum, “I’d like that very much.”

“Then strip. I want to shave your legs for you.”