Page 65 of Pucking Good Girl

My sweatpants are next, and I’m dying to get closer, to be inside her. “I love you, baby,” I whisper against her lips.

Her hand sneaks between us to palm my cock, and I’m about to get her back down against the pillows when Becks stirs from the other side of the bed.

Fuck. For a second, I had totally forgotten about my brother.

“Do you want to go to the other room so we don’t wake Becks?”

“Too late for that,” Becks grumbles from his spot on the other side of Talia. “Are you seriously getting it on in here while I sleep?”

It’s not like he hasn’t seen me and Talia together. The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them back. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you. Talia was having a nightmare, and I was comforting her.”

Becks sits up, rubbing a hand over his face. “Were you? I see that one thing lead to another.”

“Sorry about that. If you want to go back to sleep, Talia and I can go to the other bedroom.”

Becks’s eyes rove over Talia’s naked body. “Or,” he drawls. “I could help you comfort our girl.”

His offer gives me conflicting emotions. On the one hand, I wish he hadn’t woken up because I want Talia to myself. On the other hand, though, I know he cares just as much as I do.

The one thing I know for sure, though, is that it isn’t my decision to make. “It’s up to Talia. Baby,” I search her eyes with mine. “Do you want to go to the other room, or do you want to stay here with both me and Becks?”

“Do you mind if we stay?” She asks.

I cup her jaw, locking my gaze with hers. “I want to give you whatever you need, baby.”

She turns to look at my brother. “Becks, I need you too.”

Of course he doesn’t let her ask twice, and I don’t blame him.

In a heartbeat, Becks is kneeling behind Talia. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, lowering his mouth to kiss the back of her neck.

It’s hard to explain how I feel when I look at them together. Talia melts against him. She feels safe in his arms, the same way she does with me.

Surprisingly, I fucking love that.

Becks and I have spent our entire lives competing on the ice, eager to continue our father’s legacy. And sometimes, especially in the last few years, our rivalry has gotten the best of us. We’ve lost sight of the fact that before being hockey players, we’re brothers.

My brother is one of the people I love most in the world, and so is Talia. And right now I can’t find it in myself to be jealous when she needs him as much as she needs me.

As Becks trails kisses down the back of Talia’s neck, I kiss her lips.

“I hope you know how hot you look like this, between me and Becks.” I murmur right before deepening the kiss.

“He’s right,” Becks says, holding Talia’s hips with his hands as he makes a slow, sensual descent down her spine.

While he kisses her back, I shift my focus to Talia’s perfect tits.

“I like when you do that,” she moans when I suck one of her pebbled nipples into my mouth.

I love playing with Talia’s tits. But this is only the beginning. I have another objective in mind.

My plan to kiss my way down Talia’s stomach to taste her sweet, bare pussy are thwarted, though, when Becks has my same idea.

As he reaches the base of her spine, my brother slides down between Talia’s knees, guiding her to sit on his face.

“Becks, what—” she gasps, turning to look at him. She’s hovering over his head, resisting him when he tries to push her down onto his waiting mouth.

“I’m dying to taste you, pretty girl. I want you to come all over my face.”