Puck Me All Night Long (Playing the Puck #6)

6. Kyson

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Kyson

A s expected, the sight of three large guys and two beautiful women doing yoga with goats drew a big crowd—not that any of us knew what we were doing. By the time the class finished, Maggie had a line of mostly women and a few men signing up for the next goat yoga class in two days.

"So, do you usually have such handsome, strong guys in the goat yoga classes?" A middle-aged woman with bleach blonde hair, a fake tan, and fake boobs, who could only be described as a cougar, asks Maggie as her eyes roam up and down my body.

Usually, I would laugh it off. As a professional hockey player, I get hit on all the time, but the way Aubree glares at the woman, eyeing me like I'm her last meal, I'm afraid Aubree will do something crazy like pull out the bleach blonde's hair extensions. If I didn't know any better, I would think Aubree was jealous.

Interesting.

I'm definitely attracted to Aubree, but I wasn't sure how she felt until now. The only problem is she seems to be staring daggers at any woman who dares to look at me, Bowen, or River.

"We need to load up the goats and get back home." Aubree pushes past the woman, gathering me, Bowen, and River, steering us away from the woman and over to the goats. "We're not here to flirt. We need to get the goats home and get to bed because we have an early morning ahead of us."

I smile at the possessive tone in her voice. "You're right. We do need to get home and into bed." I smirk, knowing how it sounds to the women standing around us. If Aubree is going to claim us publicly, then so am I.

Bowen and River catch on to my teasing, but our little goat girl, oblivious to my double entendre, begins to unhook the goats' leashes from the ballerina bar on the wall. "We have a busy day tomorrow. The hay needs to be changed out of each of the barns before you leave for practice." Aubree's gaze is so focused on the tiny goat in front of her that she misses the look between the three of us.

"What else is on your chore list?" I take the tiny goat's leash from Aubree's, causing her body to shiver when our hands touch.

Her eyes snap to mine, and I see desire in their depths before she quickly blinks it away. "Milking goats. The hay. Umm, that's about it." She shrugs. "You have your first practice with your new team tomorrow afternoon, and I'm pretty sure Cooper would be mad if I wore you guys out before then."

Lustful thoughts fill my head of all the things she could do with us to wear us out before practice. The vision of each of us filling one of her holes at the same time catches me off guard, and I stumble, causing the tiny goat to bleat disapprovingly at my misstep.

Aubree rushes to the tiny goat, crouching at eye level to see what's upset her. It's a sweet gesture from a sweet woman with a big heart. The only problem is her being at eye level with the goat also puts her at eye level with my huge, hard cock, which is impossible to hide in these grey sweatpants. All she has to do is turn her head a little to the left, and her mouth will be inches away from where I desperately want it most—wrapped around my length.

I take a step back, placing my hands in front of my junk, needing the space to control my raging hard-on, when I hear both River and Bowen snicker at my predicament. "Assholes," I murmur, only loud enough for them to hear, or so I thought.

Aubree turns her head to the left, her big blue eyes blinking up at me, and like the asshole that I am, I immediately step forward at the innocent movement that places her mouth directly in line with my ever-hardening cock. It's almost becoming painful at this point, but I know the movement wasn't intentional, so I reluctantly step back.

"Are you okay?" She continues to blink up at me. "You look kind of stiff." Bowen and River snort in laughter at her comment. "Did you pull something doing goat yoga? Do you need me to massage you anywhere?"

Her innocent questions are going to kill me as I shake my head. "No, I'm fine, but we should get the goats home before it gets too late." I look toward Bowen and River for help, but they're too busy laughing at my obvious distress.

"Okay, if you say so." Her eyes widen as she lowers them below my waist. She licks her lips before adding. "Let me know if you change your mind about the massage." She stands, her eyes roaming up my body before moving to River and Bowen. I half believe that I've imagined the whole thing until she says to River and Bowen, "That goes for both of you, too."

At our combined groans, she turns on her heels, leading a very confused tiny goat with her.

I'm right there with you, Little Bit. What has gotten into our little goat girl?