Pucked - helena hunting

I just snuck out of pro hockeys most notorious playboys bed last night.

I have zero interest in legendary hockey player Alex Waters or his pretty, beat-up face and rock-hard six-pack abs.

Having a famous pro athlete for a stepbrother means Im aware that a lot of these guys are notorious f-boys, therefore all hockey games I attend are under duress.

That is until Alex starts talking books to me.

Then he becomes more than just a hot body with the face to match.

And I discover just how good Alex is with the hockey stick in his pants.

I consider our night of orgasmic magic as just that: one night.

But Alex starts to call.

And text.

And email and send extravagant--and quirky--gifts.

Suddenly, hes too difficult to ignore, and nearly impossible not to like.

The problem? Alex is a total player.

And me? I dont want to be part of the game.