Pucked Over by Helena Hunting
Humorous Contemporary Romance. Third in a series of closely related standalones.
Pucked by Helena Hunting was one of my favorite books of 2015. Pucked Up was still good, but not my favorite, but Pucked Over was amazing. While Pucked may have been a little funnier, Pucked Over had the whole package – humor, heart and heat and a bearded, bunned hockey player and a feisty figure skater. Plus…the use of the word ‘fuckerdoodles’ seals the deal. That’s MY word.
Lily and Randy “Balls” (insert hip thrust here) Ballistic got together for the first time in Pucked Up after Randy stood up for Lily against her just -broken-up-with-after-seven-years boyfriend.
“The fuck you say to her?”
But its been a month since they first got together, and Lily can’t stop thinking about him. She wants to hate the man whore, but her body betrays her. So when she sees him at a charity game…
“A backbeat starts up in my clit–full percussion. It’s like a deejay made a home in my underwear, and my vagina’s where all the bass resides. Fuuuuuuuck. Why does he have to be so hot?”
She can’t deal with seeing him face to face, so she runs and hides in the bathroom. But Randy is right behind her. Seeing his gorgeous tattooed arm, and remembering what it did to her had her all kinds of bothered.
“Did you moan?”
“What? No.” My eyes shoot up to his.
That infuriating smirk makes his eyes crinkle. Even his eye crinkles are hot. “I think you did.”
And then OMG, I wish it were me hiding in that bathroom!
Lily knows Randy is a player. Even though she’s a relationship kind of girl, she decides the good sex is worth it. As for Randy:
“I’m happy to be Lily’s rebound. We can have some fun times before she finds a guy who will give her what she needs, which is more than a good dose of cock.”
Randy is so much like his dad. Everyone says so. He looks like him, plays hockey like him (but better), and Randy thinks he is bound to end up doing what his dad did to his mom. Breaking someone’s heart by cheating with a puck bunny. So they agree.
“No strings. No attachments. Just a whole lot of awesome orgasms.”
Well you know how that goes. Lily lives in Guelph Canada and Randy’s team is based in Chicago. There’s sexting, but they don’t get to see each other much. Lily is working two jobs, one teaching figure skating to girls training for the olympics like she should have done if her dead-beat hockey player dad didn’t stop paying child support. This explains a bit of her animosity in the previous book.
But when they do get together. WOW. They are explosive! It’s hot as hell! Randy does have one quirk in the bedroom. And when you find out why, you love him even more. I really enjoyed that they were both down to earth, and the funny continues in the bedroom.
“Randy closes his mouth over my clit and sucks like he’s the black hole of cunninglingus. I have zero control over my body’s reaction. I jolt like I’ve been shocked. And honestly, that’s kind of how if feels—like I’ve been zapped in the vagina.”
But the funniest lines still go to Violet.
“That’s totally a hickey! Did Balls lick your beaver? Did you let Balls ball you?”
Eventually of course, things start to change. A relationship begins without either one of them realizing.
“Everything was fine at first when I kind of hate-liked you, and you were eating at the Vagina Emporium in public bathrooms”
- Laugh out loud funny.
- Both characters had lots of insecurities to work through.
- The awesome banter.
- Violet’s one-liners cracked me up.
- Very hot sex.
- This one felt real and relatable.
- The weren’t broken, but they were both vulnerable in their own ways
- I love a book with a figure skater (I skated my whole childhood).
- Visiting with characters from the previous books.
- Lance’s story! I want more!
- More highlights than I can count.
- I would have liked to see them together and connecting a little more beyond the sex.
The Down and Dirty:
Rating: 5 stars, 4 Heat
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PUCKED OVER Deleted Scene
Usually travel days bag me, but it doesn’t matter that I’ve been on the road most of the day, or that I smell like the inside of an airplane. Lily’s in Chicago. For multiple days. And this time I’m going to have more than twenty four consecutive hours in which to get her naked.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking exciting to fuck, like ever. Plus sleepovers. And pussy prison.
“Dude, I feel like I’m on the freaking Spinovator, relax,” Lance knocks his knee against mine.
I didn’t even realize I was bouncing my leg. I tap my fingers on my knee instead, but it’s not working. I’m keyed right up.
In ten minutes we’ll be at Waters’ house. I figure we only have to stay for max half an hour, then I’ll make up some excuse and take her back to my place. And then it’s a fuck free-for-all. I even bought her new panties and some fun “sleep wear” which is really just expensive scraps of lace that aren’t going to stay on very long.
I pull out my phone and send a message to Lily:
I can’t wait 4 pussy prison.
It’s another ten minutes before they’ll be here, so I run upstairs to one of the spare bathrooms and hunt down some mouthwash and deodorant so I don’t smell like crap. When I come back down, Alex is yelling for a hand with the bags.
Which means Lily’s here.
I take the stairs two at a time.
And there she is. Wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt, face flushed, hair flipping out at the ends. I barely let her in the door before I pick her up and crush her against me. I know, without a doubt that I’m way more invested than I should be in this girl, but I can’t seem to give a fuck right now.
I’m already hard. Already thinking about how long we have to stay before I can get her out of here and take her back to my place. And maybe not give her back.
She shrieks and giggles as I bury my face against her neck and breathe her in. She smells like she’s been drinking, and her skin is warm and sweet, like it always is. I part my lips against her neck and suck, then bite my way along her neck to her ear. “I can’t wait to go to pussy prison.”
I don’t think she even realizes that she moans, or that it’s loud. I look up to find all my friends staring at me. Lance looks like he’s trying not to shit his pants, Miller and Alex both kind of look like they want to kill me right now and Darren looks amused. But all I want is a few minutes alone with her.
I spin around and survey the hall, there are three doors. At least one of them has to be a bathroom. I head for the closest one. As long as it has a lock on it, we’re good to go.
“No way, Balls!” Miller shouts. “You and Lily aren’t allowed in bathrooms together!”
I laugh and sidestep through a door. It’s not a bathroom, it’s the laundry room. Even better, there are solid surfaces.
I try to shut the door, but Miller’s leaning against it. He’s a big guy, with a good thirty pounds on me, and that’s when he’s not bulking up. But I have something I want, and she’s standing right in front of me with those luscious lips parted, looking like she wants to be devoured as much as I want to devour her.
I lean into the door, pushing hard. I still have one arm wrapped around Lily’s waist, so I set her down, giving myself the advantage.
“I need a little something right here.” I tap my lips.
Lily glances at the mostly closed door, at Miller’s shoulder pressed against it and she smiles, coy and sweet. She steps in close and runs her fingers through my hair. Her nails scratch my scalp and skim behind my ear. I feel like I’m an addict. Her touch is the drug I crave and right now I’m about to get my first hit.
She rises up on her toes and brushes her mouth over mine, tongue peeking out to touch my lip.
“Seriously, Balls, can’t you wait, like, five minutes?” Miller grunts.
“I’m just saying hello, and I’m looking for a little privacy to do that.” I shove the door with my shoulder and turn the lock, ignoring Miller’s shouts. “And now we have some.”
Lily winds her arms around my neck as I lift her up and set her on the closest surface, which just happens to be a dryer. The height couldn’t be better. Lily parts her legs for me and scoots forward, wrapping her legs around my waist. And then we start grinding on each other.
I can’t get enough of tasting her, so I kiss a path up her neck, ready for her mouth.
“You’re terrible,” she whispers, then gasps when I grab her ass and pull her tighter against me.
“I know. We don’t have to stay here long—like fifteen minutes, and then we can go back to my place where we can play until you have to go back to Canadia.”
Someone knocks on the door, it’s probably Miller, but I’m right where I want to be, so I’m not inclined to stop what I’m doing. In fact, I’m wondering how hard it would be to get her naked right now, except the knocking is a little damn distracting. I try and slide a hand down the back of her jeans, but they’re too tight.
“Why’re you wearing pants? They’re so inconvenient.”
Lily laughs, it’s breathy and soft, but she wraps her legs tighter around me and I keep on grinding. The laugh turns into a moan, and she breaks out into goosebumps.
I’m pretty much dry fucking her. And that’s when I realize, this is just like that time in the bathroom at the exhibition game. All the signs are there; the way she’s gripping my hair, the little moans that get louder with every shift of her hips, the soft whimper that turns into my name.
I slip a hand under her shirt, skimming soft, hot skin until I reach the underside of her bra. It feels like satin. Pushing the cup up, I find her nipple and brush my thumb over it, feeling the skin tighten in response.
“I seriously need you naked. It’s not even funny,” I groan against her mouth.
Clearly she feels the same way, because she starts rubbing on me harder, faster and her grip on my hair tightens even more.
I break the kiss, biting back a smile at her despondent whimper. “You’re gonna come aren’t you?”
She nods furiously. “Uh-huh.”
“I should be inside you for that.”
She groans again, gripping the back of my neck like she’s trying to get my mouth back.
But I want to see her come. I want to see what happens when I barely touch her, because I know later, that when there aren’t any clothes in the way, I get to put my mouth on her, and be inside her, and watch all those orgasms happen. Just for me.
I pinch her nipple hard and pull her in tight. I feel her toes curling against the back of my legs. Her entire body goes still for a fraction of a second, and then she shakes hard, like she’s trying to control it. But she can’t, just like I can’t control this thing happening with her. And if I don’t get to be in control, then neither does she.
Lily bites her lip, as if she’s holding in the sound that comes with the sensations, but she doesn’t have control of that either. It’s a high-pitched moan that includes my name. Her eyes are wide, her lips parted, breath coming out in sharp gasps. And the way she’s looking at me, it’s the reason I want to keep her with me the entire time she’s here.
She’s not even done coming, not even close, when the door bursts open. Her muscles are tight, and her panic is clear. “Ride it out,” I whisper.
I don’t take my eyes off her though, because watching her come is my favorite thing. Apart from just being in her physical presence.
“Oh, wow.” That’s Sunny.
“Is she—” Charlene starts.
“Oh, definitely,” Violet interjects. “Check out her toes.”
Lily looks embarrassed as fuck, but I can’t stop smiling. I’ll deal with the epic case of blue balls I’m gonna be rocking to see her lose control like that.