The final instalment in Helena Hunting’s bestselling Pucked series is coming next week (Nov 13), but I have a sneak peek for you right now from this sexy standalone, as well as an awesome giveaway.
I pull into Violet’s driveway and take a deep breath, aware that I’m walking into a conversation that’s going to be awkward, especially with Violet.
The door opens before I can even knock. “Took you long enough. Did you have to free yourself from Darren’s elaborate restraint system to get here?”
I pass her the dairy-free latte. “Haha. There was a line at Starfucks.”
She checks the label before she takes a sip, since there have been occasions when they’ve gotten the order wrong and Violet has paid the price for consuming dairy. She arches a brow at me over the lip of her cup, moaning her latte love.
“Thanks for this. Now get in here and give me some details.”
I follow her down the hall to the kitchen, where a pile of takeout bags sit unopened on the counter. Violet doesn’t cook, which is a good thing because she’s horrible at it. She and Alex would starve to death if she were in charge of meals.
She plunks down on a chair and slaps the counter. “Well?”
“Well what?” I’m not going to make this easy for her.
Darren suggested I tell the girls whatever I damn well please, but I don’t know how much I want to share. I’ve enjoyed how private our relationship has been up until now. Darren definitely has a commanding presence, so it’s not hard to imagine that extending beyond his performance on the ice.
“Alex said there was a ball gag, and some weird latex stuff, and a fucked-up giant dildo, or butt plug—he wasn’t sure. I hope you’re happy with yourself because thanks to you, Alex spent an hour on some online sex toy shop and asked me fifty times if I wanted an anal training set.” She taps the counter with her manicured nails.
“You’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an anal training set to get that dick in your ass,” I scoff.
I’ve accidentally seen Alex’s hard-on—through the barrier of boxer shorts, but still. It was enough to know Violet isn’t exaggerating his size. Darren is well-endowed, above the national average for sure, but Alex’s dick is terrifying. I have no idea how Violet walks without crying most days.
“No shit.” Violet wrinkles her nose. “Anyway, Alex’s Area 51 mission aside, I’m kind of pissed at you. I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me all this time.”
I sigh. This is what I was worried about. “There really isn’t anything to tell.”
“Uh, pretty sure that’s a lie with all the freaky deaky Alex saw. Clearly there’s a lot more to it than Darren jizzing on your chest and getting into your Access Denied hole.”
“I promised Darren I wouldn’t say anything.”
She frowns. “But I’m your best friend. Those promises don’t apply to me.”
I give her an apologetic smile. It’s not fair to use Darren as a copout. “Darren is private about this kind of thing, and so am I.”
“But we always talked about boyfriend stuff before Darren.”
“Before Darren it was different. I didn’t want to risk him getting asked questions by anyone, so . . .”
“I wouldn’t have said anything if you’d told me not to.”
I give her a look. “Not even Alex?”
She starts to speak but makes a face. “Okay, you have a point. I’d probably tell Alex because husbands fit under the same cone. Alex was pretty freaked out last night. I mean, those guys have been besties for as long as you and I have been besties, and he had no clue Darren was such a kinky fucker. We thought you might be a little off-side, but not all the way out in left field.”
“It looked a lot more extreme than it is,” I offer.