My name is Rachel Price, and two months ago, I walked away from the perfect man. Sweet and funny, and so hot it should be illegalâwe shared one magical night. No names. No strings. I never thought I'd see him again.
I was wrong. It turns out Mr. Perfect is the playboy grinder for the Jacksonville Rays, the NHL's hottest new hockey team . . . and I'm his new physical therapist. Oh, and the jerk doesn't even recognize me!
This fellowship is going to be the longest ten months of my life. Mr. Perfect Mistake will do anything to get back on my good side. Meanwhile, his best friend is the surly new equipment manager always riding my case. Worst of all, I've got an uncooperative goalie who thinks I can't tell he's hiding an injury!
This is my chance to prove myself, and I'm not risking it for anything. But with one unexpected night, one secret revealed, these men are ready to test all my limits. I can't fall for a player . . . let alone three. But if love is a game, these guys are playing to win.
Why You Should Read This Book
Tropes
Trigger Warnings
Pucking Around
âI want you, Mars. GodâI have to have you. Iâve wanted you for so long. Iâm aching for youâŠso wet for youâŠdesperate for you.â
âWeâll call this exposure therapy. Itâs one thing for Mars to say he wants you. But he doesnât get to take you away from us. And he doesnât get a nice, sterile version of our life where the only one who touches you in his presence is him.â
âAnd I donât just mean that I get to fuck you and hold you and orbit you like a satellite. I mean that youâre all fucking mine. Youâre my Seattle Girl. Wear my jersey, you better be ready to wear my ring and my name, because thatâs where this is going for me. Donât fucking tease me again unless youâre all the way there too.â
âYou fucking heard me, Cay. Shut that door. Then get over here, and kiss me like Iâm the last man youâll ever kiss for the rest of your lucky fucking life.â
âTen months. Ride out your contract. Iâll play nice. But the second itâs over, youâre mine, Seattle. Youâre not leaving me again.â
âPlease take this as the only warning I will give: Fuck our girl against one of my nets again, and Iâll cut off your pretty little cock. Understood?
âOh baby, just you wait. Iâve got the next ten months to slow burn the fuck out of this. Oh, shit. This is about to become my new favorite game.â
âItâs yours. Take me. Fuck me, Mars. And donât hold back. Godâpleaseâjust stop holding back. Let me in out of the cold.â
âWeâll define happiness on our terms. But I want you both. And there is no winning here. There is no first or second place. No trophies and no choosing. I am not a prize to be won.â
âYou know I love you too, right? Iâm theirs. Theyâve claimed me and thereâs no letting go. But youâre mine. I claim you, Ilmari. No letting go.â
âOn your knees, Hurricane. Whores who like to get fucked get on their knees and beg for it.â
âYou want to know where this is going. You donât care about whatever vague visions of the future we saw for ourselves with some faceless hot wife and bratty kids. You want to know whether we see you. Whether we see thisâŠwhatever this is.â
âIâm not giving up on us, Seattle. Weâre inevitable.â
âFor fifty points, Iâm gonna rail you hard and fast. Your sweet pussy is gonna come all over my dick. And then weâre gonna walk back out to that boring party with me dripping down your thighs."
âI want you to kiss me like youâll die if you donât. Kiss me, and Iâll go back in there. Kiss me, and Iâll do the scans.â
âPlace yourself in our care, and we will never stop fighting for you. We will never stray, never waver. We will seek no exit. Love us and watch how we love you in return. One family. One unit. Unbreakable.â
âDonât think we didnât see you flitting around in our jerseys tonight, spinning us up with your flirty smiles. Youâre fucking next, Seattle!
âYou really think I could forget my Seattle Girl? Baby, youâre all I think about.â
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