I Pucking Love You (The Copper Valley Thrusters #5) - Pippa Grant Page 0,81

this in ways I never thought I could.

I hit my clit as I suck harder on his dick, and suddenly I’m coming all over my fingers while he groans my name and strains into my mouth, his thighs quaking. “Muffy, I’m there. I’m—”

He wrenches himself out of my mouth, hauls me up by my armpits, and he kisses me, a punishing, bruising, delicious kiss, while his cock pulses and spasms against my stomach, a groan emanating deep in his throat.

This.

This is trouble.

It’s terrifying.

And it’s also completely thrilling.

It’s a relationship.

And despite my better judgment, I’m all in.

32

Tyler

I’m suiting up for practice, my brain short-circuiting and refusing to remember the name of this sport I play because it’s stuck back in my apartment with Muffy.

In the shower.

Her mouth on my cock while she got herself off.

I don’t think a woman has ever masturbated in front of me before, and when I get home tonight, I’m asking her to do it again.

I want to watch her touch herself.

I want to watch her go breathless and mindless, those gorgeous lips parted, her eyes unfocused, her hair wild, her legs spread, her—

“Jaeger.”

I blink.

Fuck.

Nick Murphy’s in my face.

He’s not just standing in front of the bench while I strap on my pads. He’s bent down, in my face so that I can see every last pore in his skin and that nose hair that he missed when he was trimming.

He’s scowling. “Are you fucking my wife’s cousin?”

I stand up so we’re eye-to-eye. He’s already in his goaltender chest protector, which makes him look six feet wider than he really is, and it’ll hurt if I punch him there, but if he thinks he can intimidate me, he has the brains of a goat. “I’m dating my girlfriend.”

“Do you even know how to date a woman?”

“Did you?”

Frey and Lavoie both snort with laughter.

“Oh, snap, Murphy,” Klein calls. “Jaeggy got you there.”

Nick pokes me in the chest. “I hope you fuck up. Kami’s approved saving all of Sugarbear and Tooter’s poop to serve to you inside your next hamburger if you so much as make one of her eyebrows twitch wrong.”

“Gonna have to nix that one, Murph-meister,” Rooster announces. “Friends don’t let friends eat cow shit.”

“They’re dogs,” Murphy reminds the room at large.

Then he does something completely unexpected.

He grins and rubs my head. “Just messing with you. Anyone brave enough to date Muffy has to deal with her mother. I can’t top that kind of torture.”

Ares glances over at us. His gaze drops to my crotch, then back to my face, brows up like he’s asking did it work?

“What are you, my mother?” I ask him.

He smirks.

Can’t tell you the last time I blushed in the dressing room, but I think I’m blushing now.

“Game first,” he says to the room at large.

Right.

Game first.

Even if Muffy won’t be there tonight, I know she’ll watch the highlights reel. Can’t tell me half her wardrobe is Thrusters gear and she doesn’t care what happens during the games.

You’re damn right I want to make the highlights reel.

“Wait,” Klein says. “If you’re dating Muffy, who was the chick in the shower with you?”

I flip him off while a round of laughter and hoots go around. They all know I’m dating Muffy.

We talked about it last night.

Which means those assholes came into my place this morning knowing what they were walking into. “Remove those images from your brain, or I’ll do it for you.”

“We didn’t see a thing,” Rooster says. He’s already in his practice jersey and skates, but instead of his helmet, he’s still wearing his cowboy hat.

I’d bet money he has a stuffed Thrusty stored in there. I’ve seen him pull one out to hand to kids more than once after a game, though I don’t know why anyone would want it after it lived in his hat.

Gross.

“We saw enough to know he wasn’t alone,” Klein points out.

“You cheating on Muffy already?” Nick asks.

“No. That was my sister.”

An awkward silence falls in the dressing room, and I swallow a smile while I pull on my own practice jersey.

“You got issues, Jaegs,” one of the guys mutters.

“Or maybe he wants some privacy because relationships are hard enough when they’re all over the gossip pages,” Lavoie mutters.

“Wait, what?” I say at the same time Nick moves down the bench and gets in his face. “Talk. What?”

Lavoie rolls his eyes and lifts his phone. “Gossip pages. Tyler. Your sister-in-law is Daisy. She went to that funeral with you. And you didn’t think the rags would