Egotistical Puckboy (Puckboys 1)

Ezra glances around the room. “Tell me again how you don’t have a stick up your ass.”

Just like that.

“How is it possible you’re even more annoying off the ice?” I ask.

“Pure talent.” He stretches his arms high over his head, and my attention immediately goes to his biceps. “Now that you’re done playing savior, want to show me where I’m sleeping?”

“It kills you, doesn’t it? That I was the one to step in.”

Ezra doesn’t even try to deny it. “You wouldn’t have been my first choice, that’s for sure.”

“Maybe if you had actual friends in the league, you would have had more choices.”

“Fuck you.” There’s no venom behind his words. “I have plenty of friends.”

“Teammates don’t count. And since West disappeared, you’re on your own a lot.”

I know I’m poking at a sore spot. Ezra loves to give the illusion he’s a party animal, but since Westly Dalton retired, he’s lost his partner in crime.

“I don’t need West.”

“No, Ezra Palaszczuk doesn’t need anyone.”

“Whatever you’re trying to say, just say it. You’re a whole lot less amusing now that I’m sobering up.”

“Believe it or not, I’m not here for your amusement.”

He pushes suddenly to his feet. “Why are you here, then? I didn’t ask for it.”

“What would have happened if I wasn’t there tonight?”

“A punch to the face, then I would have ended up at the club I was headed to so I could get my dick wet.”

“Is that all you care about?”

“Yes.” He pretends to look me over. “Maybe if you did it more often, you wouldn’t be so uptight.”

A growl starts to build in my chest. “Just because I don’t jump everything that moves, doesn’t mean I’m uptight.”

“You need to get laid.”

“Unlike you, I can think with more than my dick.”

“So can I, but my dick happens to be incredibly convincing.” He cups his groin. “We haven’t had a disagreement yet.”

“Except for when you rubbed it up against me earlier.”

“And still not even then. I’d totally sleep with a cocky asshole like you.”

That throws me. I’d fully expected Ezra to deny it happened, not confirm that he’d go there. Given his track record, it shouldn’t be a surprise considering he doesn’t seem to care who he’s with as long as he makes some stupid sports tabloid. “Let’s be clear here. You’re saying you’d let me fuck you.”

“Why do you get to do the fucking?”

“Because there’s no way in hell I’d bend over for you.”

Ezra shrugs like he doesn’t have a single shit to give. “You’re literally my only option here.”

“Actually, your other option is to go to bed and not sleep with anyone.”

“So you’re saying it is an option? Bullshit. There’s no way you would.” He steps closer, eyes issuing a challenge. “I’m not up to your standards.”

“At least we both know it.” I want to deny it. I want to tell Ezra to go to bed and be gone in the morning before I wake up. But it has been a while since I hooked up. That has to be the only reason I’m considering this. Sure, Ezra is hot, but I’ve turned down hotter guys who had terrible personalities.

“You’d never slum it with someone like me,” he says.

“Never.”

“I bet you’re all missionary, aren’t you?” He pitches his voice high. “Oh, excuse me, sir, would you mind if I used your buttocks to put my penis inside—”

“I’ve never said the word buttocks in my life—”

“Until now. I’m a great influence. A great lay too.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“Just as well.” He turns and heads for the hall. I’m assuming he thinks he’s headed toward the bedrooms. He isn’t. “You wouldn’t be able to keep up with me.”

“Like I couldn’t on the ice tonight?” My feet follow him. “Oh, that’s right, I kicked your ass.”

“This ass?” He grabs it.

My gaze drops immediately, taking in the way the tight suit pants hug his perky cheeks. My cock twitches. Damn Ezra for having a sexy butt.

Still, I’m not ready to admit it. “You have more than one?”

“You’re staring at it, aren’t you?”

“Glaring. In the general vicinity of your back.”

“I bet it’s turning you on.”

My cock agrees with him. “Impossible. You’re still talking.”

“I can stop if you like. Keep quiet and bend over …” He tilts his head like he’s thinking about it, which of course makes me think about it. “I’ve changed my mind. I can imagine you getting me into bed and emulating a dying fish. Flopping around all uncoordinated …”

Pounding into him …

“That’s why you don’t hook up, isn’t it? You’re embarrassed.”

My fingers twisting through his rumpled hair …

“I bet you’re a ten-second man.”

Making him groan …

“Don’t worry, it’s totally normal. There are drugs for—oomph!”

I shove him into the wall and crowd up behind him. “Keep talking. I dare you.”

He shivers at my voice in his ear but doesn’t stay quiet. “That sounds like a challenge.”