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 illegal—we 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
“It’s not fair. He’s got all the smarts, and that weird surfer vampire vibe, and a kinky ribbed cock. How’s a guy supposed to compete with a surfing, sun-kissed Edward Cullen?”
“I see you, mun leijona. They see you too. You would brave any danger for those you love. Climb any mountain, leap from any clifftop. A love like yours is wild and dangerous. You need men who will not seek to harness you or break your spirit. You need men who will protect you. Who will provide a safe space for you to love as freely as your heart will allow. We are those men.”
“I don’t melt for you, Jake Compton. I burn.”
“I want you so goddamn much. I need you, Seattle. Miss you. Need to fuck you. Now.”
“It’s yours. Take me. Fuck me, Mars. And don’t hold back. God—please—just stop holding back. Let me in out of the cold.”
“For fifty points, I’m gonna rail you hard and fast. Your sweet pussy is gonna come all over my dick. And then we’re gonna walk back out to that boring party with me dripping down your thighs."
“We’ll 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.”
“Three platonic fuck buddies and a hyperactive dog. What could possibly go wrong?”
“Don’t you fucking dare. You’re staying right here, Hurricane. We want both our boys to see you just like this.”
“Imagine your cock buried to the hilt inside my cunt, Mars. Then Caleb slides in with his pierced dick, edging you to the point of euphoria. That’s when my pussy will strangle you both, and we all come together in a shaking, sweating pile of arms and legs and dripping cum. That’s DVP.”
“Because, if she leaves us, she didn’t love us enough to stay, respect us enough to let us make our own decisions, or want us enough to fight through this storm. My Hurricane is the fucking storm. When she remembers that fact, she’ll come down those stairs and stir us all up.”
“We’ll call this exposure therapy. It’s one thing for Mars to say he wants you. But he doesn’t get to take you away from us. And he doesn’t get a nice, sterile version of our life where the only one who touches you in his presence is him.”
“She’s strong. She doesn’t take his bullshit. And his shine doesn’t blind her the way it has other women. She can handle him, protect him, and more than match him in strength.”
“You fucking heard me, Cay. Shut that door. Then get over here, and kiss me like I’m the last man you’ll ever kiss for the rest of your lucky fucking life.”
“I’m a double Cancer, which means I’m an emotional fucking wreck of a human who cares too deeply and tries too hard. Maybe they shouldn’t let double Cancers go to med school. But I did, and I’m here, and I stand by my choices. I would make them again.”
“You give me a chance, and I’ll be so damn good to you. I’ll treat you so right, baby. You’re it for me.”
“I want you, Mars. God—I have to have you. I’ve wanted you for so long. I’m aching for you…so wet for you…desperate for you.”
“I want all three of you. All at once. I want to be dripping with your cum. Make a mess of me. Claim me so there’s no more doubt where I belong.”
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