Pucking Friendsmas (Night Hawks Hockey #6)

Chapter One Christmas Do-Over

ZANDER

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.

The sight of Rylee naked above me, her face flushed with pleasure, long blonde hair falling down her back as she takes my cock deep inside her, riding me with wild abandon…

it’s been almost a week since she came back from Ireland, and we’ve spent nearly every free moment we’ve had together fucking like horny college students in a coed dorm.

Gripping her hips, I pump up into her as hard and fast as I can. She lets out a desperate cry that has me aching to cum inside her.

“Fuck, Kodiak! You’re so deep… it’s so, so fucking good…”

“That’s right, Wildcard,” I growl. “You love this big cock, don’t you?”

“Yes!” She presses her hands against my chest. Her nails dig hard into my skin.

I love when she leaves marks on me, and I wear them with pride.

The guys see them in the locker room and tease me for them, but I don’t care.

They’re the physical proof that I am taken.

That she’s mine, forever. Back in my arms where she belongs, both of us knowing we would do anything for the other.

“Harder,” she gasps. “Fuck me harder.”

Her wish is my command. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I sit up and roll her onto her back, staying inside her.

I grab hold of her legs and trap them against my chest, then start pounding into her.

She whimpers and moans, thrashing her hair back and forth as she claws at the bedding beneath her.

I look down and watch my cock disappear into her tight pink pussy, and I nearly lose my mind at the sight. Her greedy hole doesn’t want to let me go. It’s squeezing me so tight that I’m riding that thin line between pleasure and pain. I love it.

“Rub my clit. I’m so close, Zander. Make me cum.”

God, I’m obsessed with this woman. My thumb finds her swollen little clit, and when I rub it, her hips shoot off the bed. I squeeze her legs with one arm to keep her in place. I’m locked in on her, the sounds of her cries and our bodies slapping together blocking out everything else.

“Don’t stop,” she moans. “Just like that… oh, fuck! Fuck!”

She lets out a wild scream, her back arching and tits shaking as her orgasm crashes through her entire body and reverberates into mine.

Her pussy spasms around my dick, and it feels so fucking good I can’t hold back any longer.

I thrust into her one last time and roar as I cum.

Stars explode in my vision as my body is overwhelmed with my release, and I pour myself into her in a neverending stream as her pussy continues to squeeze and milk me dry.

“Shit,” I gasp once I’ve finished. My limbs feel like jelly and once I pull out of her, I slump to the mattress beside her. My head is spinning, in the best possible way.

She chuckles, the sound breathy as she pants. “What’s the matter? Am I too much for you?”

I turn my head to meet her gaze and grin. “Wildcard, you’re perfect.”

“Oh, I know.” She winks before sitting up. I immediately push myself up as well.

“What are you doing?”

She arches her brow and shrugs. “Going to the bathroom to get cleaned up.”

Oh, hell no! Tired as I am, I still jump off the bed and move to block her path.

“Lie back down,” I order. “I’ll clean you up.”

The corner of her mouth twitches up in a bemused grin. “You know I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself, right? I don’t need you to baby me.”

“I’m not babying you.” Bending down, I place my hands on the bed on either side of her, putting us eye-to-eye. “I am lavishing you with affection and attention, so keep that fine ass planted where I want it and don’t fucking move.”

Her grin widens.

“So bossy.” She cups the side of my face, and I can’t help leaning into her touch. I’m putty in her hands, and we both know it. “I like it. Okay, fine. You can clean me up. It’s your mess between my legs, after all. You should take responsibility.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I kiss her hungrily again before making my way into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth. When I come back into the bedroom, though, I almost trip over a furry ball that dashes in front of my feet. I jump back, catching myself on the door frame.

“Jesus Christ, Gizmo!” I snap at the little gremlin as he leaps onto the bed and stares at me with crazy eyes and a bushy tail. “Do you have no chill?”

The cat yowls at me, making it clear that he does, in fact, have no chill. We always lock him out of the bedroom when we have sex, and he gets pissed about it every time, waiting just outside the door, listening like a little perv. Rylee laughs. I cross to her, scowling.

“That cat is a demon.” I part her legs and start wiping my cum away. She lets out a soft sigh that makes my dick twitch.

I can’t believe I was almost stupid enough to let her go.

Yeah, I was angry with her and that stupid article about me — thank goodness she didn’t actually write it — but looking back on everything that has happened now, it seems so insignificant in the face of the happiness we have with each other and the future we’re building.

Fuck, we have a baby on the way now.

“I love you,” I murmur.

Rylee blinks up at me and smiles softly. “I love you, too. You okay?”

“Yeah.” I toss the washcloth aside and climb into bed next to her, pulling her into my arms to cuddle. “I was just thinking how grateful I am that we’re here right now.”

She snuggles into me, making my heart swell.

“I’m grateful too.” She lets out a sigh of contentment.

“It’s just a bummer we couldn’t spend Christmas together.

I know we needed that time apart so we could realize how much we love each other, and the time I spent with my family out there was truly so important and so needed, but it’s my favorite holiday, and it just felt a little… empty, without you there.”

I frown, my chest aching at her words. She’s right that we needed the time apart, but I hate that it ruined her favorite time of year.

“I’m sorry,” I murmur, pressing my lips into her hair. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“It’s okay.” Her voice is soft, and I can tell she’s on the verge of falling asleep. “There’s always next year.”

“And every year after that,” I say, kissing her neck.

Her breathing grows deep and even, and I know she’s out.

Her pregnancy makes her so sleepy, she can’t seem to stay awake long enough to even get dressed before she konks out.

Gizmo curls up at the end of the bed, resting his head between his front paws.

I should be exhausted, too — I was, just a few minutes ago — but after that brief talk, I can’t seem to fall asleep.

Rylee’s words keep playing in my mind, and I can’t help but feel the twist of guilt deep in my gut.

Even though I promised to make it up to her, I’m not sure how I can do that.

I’ll figure something out, though. For Rylee, I’ll do whatever I can to make her happy.

The next day, the guys and I hit the weight room at the stadium for a “light” workout since we’re on a bit of a break for the holidays and won’t have another game for another few weeks. We can’t afford to lose our competitive edge when we’re aiming for the Cup again.

“Come on, Zander,” Wilder says. He’s standing over me, spotting me as I work the bench press. “You’re acting like this is actually heavy. This is normally like a warm-up weight, man.”

Sighing, I push the bar back up to the rack with Wilder’s help, and I sit up on the bench.

“Yeah, I know,” I grumble. “I’m distracted, sorry.”

“What’s up?” Wilder asks, leaning against the bar to gaze down at me.

I rub the back of my neck and consider my words carefully. I know Rylee’s telling the girls today, so there’s no reason for me not to let the guys know too. “So, uh, Rylee’s pregnant.”

Everyone freezes for a moment and looks at me with wide eyes and dropped jaws. Then, the locker room seems to explode.

“Congratulations!” Jensen exclaims, slapping me on the shoulder. He pushes back his dark brown hair, which is plastered to his forehead with sweat. “That’s so awesome, man!”

“Oh, my God!” Carson feigns tears, scrunching up his face so much, his eyes squish together and it’s hard to see their vibrant blue color. “Papa Zandy!”

“Welcome to the club, bro.” Owen shakes my hand with a grin.

“Happy for you,” Wilder nods.

“You guys are gonna be great parents.” Jenson gives my shoulder a friendly punch. “Have to get the baby some skates. Start 'em’ early.”

I grin, my chest warming with their genuine happiness for me.

“Yeah, we’re pretty excited,” I admit. “It’d really be a perfect situation, if…”

I trail off, suddenly feeling a little silly about my disappointment regarding Christmas in light of the baby.

“What is it?” Jensen urges.

I let out a long sigh. “It’s just something Rylee said last night.

We weren’t technically together over Christmas, and she mentioned how empty the holiday seemed as a result.

It just hit me really hard because I feel the same way.

Christmas is usually my favorite holiday, but this year, I was so heartbroken and sad, I could hardly enjoy it. ”

Wilder purses his lips together and runs a hand along his thick beard thoughtfully. “That sucks. My Christmas wasn’t great, either. Grandma slipped and fell and fractured her hip. I took care of her over the holiday.”

“Ah, geez. I’m sorry to hear that.” I know how much Mrs. Clay means to him. “Sounds like a rough Christmas.”

“Dude, I hear you,” Carson suddenly chimes in.

He’s doing curls with free weights a few feet away.

“Skyler got stuck in New York over Christmas. She was there meeting with a big new client, and her flight home got canceled because of a blizzard. It was just me and our parents because Grace and Jensen were sick.”

“Ugh,” Jensen groans from the leg press machine. “Don’t remind me. We got food poisoning and were puking our guts up all Christmas day.”

“Oh, man,” Owen chuckles from where he’s stretching on the floor, his blue eyes twinkling.

“I guess I should count myself lucky. Stacey and I didn’t get sick, but Millie had chicken pox.

I guess even when you get the shot, kids can still get a way milder ‘breakthrough’ version of it sometimes.

I took care of her since I had chicken pox when I was a kid, but tried to keep Stacey away as much as possible so she wouldn’t catch it, too…

she couldn’t remember if she’d ever gotten vaccinated for it or not when she was younger.

Better safe than sorry, but not very fun. ”

Understandable, given how far along Stacey is. I can’t imagine how miserable it would be to have chicken pox — or would it be shingles, at that point? — and be almost eight months pregnant.

“Shit, did we all have terrible holidays?” I ask, looking around the room. The only one missing is Jayce, who’s in California for some family thing.

The guys all exchange glances and shrugs.

“Guess so,” Jensen says, rubbing a hand over his wide chest.

Gazing at my friends, it’s clear they’re all frustrated thinking about our collective failed holidays.

I know I hate when Rylee is disappointed, especially when there’s something I can possibly do about it.

The other guys most likely feel similar.

If only there was some way we could go back in time and fix things…

I frown as an idea starts to percolate in my head. If we all had such terrible Christmases, why can’t we make up for them?

“What if we had a do-over?” I ask, thinking out loud.

Owen arches a brow. “Huh? Do-over?”

I warm up to the idea the more and more I think about it. “Yeah… yeah! We can have a do-over Christmas all together. We’re on break for another week, so we could take the girls somewhere out of town and have, I don’t know … a Friendsmas!”

No one speaks for a few moments but I can tell they’re all considering the idea.

“You know what?” Carson breaks the silence at last. “I like it. It’s a stupid name, but a great idea.”

“It’s not a stupid name,” I snap.

“It is,” Jensen nods. “But I’m in. We should make it a surprise and not tell the girls we’re putting on a second Christmas. We’ll just say we want to go on a trip together while we have downtime, and figure out a way to distract them while we decorate and stuff.”

“We can go all out,” Owen adds. “Christmas tree, stockings, presents, a full holiday feast. A reverse Grinch situation.”

“Well, cool.” Wilder says gruffly, turning back toward the weights. “Hope you guys enjoy your couples retreat.”

“No way, dude,” I assure him. “Of course you and Jayce are coming. We’ll get the girls to invite Sutton along too. This is a Friendsmas, not a Couplesmas.”

“Still a stupid name,” Carson points out.

“Shut up about the name or I’ll shove a piece of coal up your ass,” Wilder growls. “The name is fine.” He turns to me. “And thanks, bro.”

“Don’t threaten me with a jolly good time,” Carson replies in a deadpan tone.

“We could go this weekend,” Jensen says, ignoring the insults. “Hold on. Let me call Jayce and check when he’ll be back.”

We all gather around as Jensen digs his phone out of his basketball shorts and brings up Jayce’s number. He puts the call on speaker and we listen as it rings.

“Hey,” Jayce answers. “What’s going on, Cap?”

“Jayce, you’re on speaker with the other guys,” Jensen tells him. “We’ve been talking and want to put on a do-over Christmas as a surprise for the girls. When will you be back?”

“I’m supposed to get back to Denver Thursday night.”

“Perfect!” I exclaim. “We’re going to take them out of town, so we can look for a place for the weekend.”

“How about Estes Park?” Jayce suggests.

“Isn’t that where the hotel from The Shining is?” Carson asks with a grimace.

I roll my eyes. “Not exactly. It inspired the book, yeah. But the one you’re thinking of, from the movie, wasn’t that. Kubrick used a hotel in Oregon for exterior shots, and the interior was a set, so the hotel in Estes Park isn’t the same one as—”

“God, you’re such a nerd,” Carson grumbles. “I hate that you know that shit.”

“And we wouldn’t need to stay in the haunted hotel anyway,” Jayce interrupts. “I know some people with houses there. I’ll make a few phone calls and find us a private place to stay.”

The die-hard horror fan in me is a little bummed that the Stanley Hotel was shot down so easily, but it’s all good because I know whatever place Jayce gets us will be way nicer than anything I could come up with. Jayce’s rich-people connections are coming in clutch!

“This is going to be so awesome!” I’m excited that this is all coming together so quickly. I’ll be able to give Rylee the Christmas she deserves so that when she thinks back on our time apart, she has no regrets.

Santa Claus can eat his fucking heart out. The Night Hawks are about to kick Christmas’ snowy ass.