Pucked Up by Helena Hunting
Adult Contemporary. Book 2 in a series of interconnected standalones.
Let me start by saying I LOOOOVED Pucked. It was one of my favorite books of 2015 (list to come). I am currently reading Pucked Over, and I love it as well! Pucked Up? I enjoyed it. But I didn’t LOVE it. I recommend it if you loved Pucked. But even more so so you can get to Pucked Over without feeling like you missed something.
Pucked Up was about Miller “Buck” Butterson. In Pucked, he was a player. (A hairy one.) But when he meets Alex Waters’ (from the first book) sister Sunny, he knows he wants more. Buck is also Vi’s stepbrother and one of Alex’s teammates.
Sunny is an inexperienced, immature young lady who, at 20, lives at home with her parents. She is a vegan, and described like the crunchy granola type. But none of her personality traits seem to match that description. Sunny had a lot of reservations about Buck, and couldn’t deal with the puck bunnies. Her best friend doesn’t help matters at all, blowing anything on social media out of proportion and taking Sunny on a camping trip with her ex, even after Buck showed her what a real man can do.
“Being the provider of the first big “O” gives me some power. It elevates my status. I’m the White Knight in the land of Orgasmia, wielding my magical sword of awesome.”
I liked Buck a lot. He was dyslexic and I really loved that about him, and the way he adapts to it. He turned out to be such a good guy, doing charity work that he never wanted anyone to know about. He was crazy about Sunny, but poor Buck would just keep getting into situations that looked bad, no matter how hard he tried to be good.
There was a lot of funny in this book!
“I have a goddamn flight tonight. They’re not gonna let me into Canada with a dick on my forehead.”
It wasn’t as funny as Pucked though by any stretch, until Violet showed up. Or Randy, or Lila (Sunny’s friend who you kind of hate and love). Buck was a really good guy, but I never lusted over him or his “Magical Unicorn Dick”. And Sunny, well I just never connected with her at all. Perhaps it’s because it was all from Miller’s POV, but I never really warmed up to her. Even the hot sex was vanilla meh.
- Helena Hunting is funny as hell!
- Seeing the characters we love from Pucked.
- Miller “Buck” Butterson was a great guy through and through.
- How Miller’s Dyslexia is handled.
- The set-up for Pucked Over.
- The names and titles for this series are AWESOME.
- I enjoy male POV novels.
- Lots of well written, detailed sex (though vanilla).
- I never connected to Sunny at all.
- Sunny was never funny.
- I felt more sorry for Buck than I did lust.
- I never felt the connection between the two.
- It started to feel repetitive, both from the first book and within this one.
- I would have liked to have seen Miller & Sunny work on better communication for his dyslexia. She uses text shorthand making it even harder for a dyslexic Miller to read.
Rating: 3.75 Stars, 4.25 Heat
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A Pucked Up Deleted Scene
I lie on the bed, watching Sunny from across the room. She’s in the bathroom, fixing her sex hair. After a couple minutes I decide she’s too far away. Also, my dick is coated in dried spermicide and likely smells like latex, so I should probably take care of that.I roll off the mattress and come up behind her just as she fastens the braid with a hair tie. I’m half hard again. It never takes long to get a second wind. The third is a little slower to rise. The forth can take as much as an hour, but the longevity is fucking stellar. I’m not sure how much sex is on the menu tonight. Sunny glances up, our eyes meeting in the mirror. She leans forward and turns on the faucet as I step into her, my sort-of-hard-on bumping against her ass.The possibilities hit me. Options I shouldn’t entertain but want to. What’s that saying? You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink. I think the same thing goes for reformed manwhoring. I can remove myself from the manwhore pool, but I can’t eradicate some of the dirty things I want to do to Sunny. Not that I would. Just that I want to.Like right now I want to bend her over the vanity and finger fuck her until she comes on my hand. Which isn’t particularly dirty, but it’s voyeuristic, and I don’t think Sunny has much experience with that kind of thing. I’d also like to get her on her knees and have her put my dick in her mouth while I watch in three dimensions and two dimensions. Later I’d like to do her in the shower. The options are endless, but I don’t have a very good sense of her adventurousness in bed yet, so it’s one sexual position at a time.I put my hands on her hips and let my semi rub on the swell of her ass as lean in to kiss her shoulder. She pumps soap into her hand and rubs them together, forming a lather. She’s a thorough hand washer.Hands still covered in foam, she turns and wraps her warm, soapy hands around my dick. I exhale a heavy breath. “This isn’t going to make my hard-on go away.” Well, it will, eventually, but it’ll take a while.
“That’s okay.” She keeps stroking, all that foamy soap making her hand slip up and down with ease.
After a minute of slow deliberate stroking, during which she goes over and around the head with her palm multiple times, she moves to stand behind me. Maybe she’s going to jerk me off and watch. Which is pretty awesome. She’s still holding onto my cock with one hand. Nudging me forward until I’m pressed up against the vanity, she checks the temperature of the running water with her wrist. Cupping her hand under the stream she dribbles a little over my cock.
I’m totally hard now. Like right back to where I was when we were doing the slip ’n slide, just before I got inside her.
No one has ever washed my junk after sex. Usually that’s something I take care of on my own. It’s kind of nice. I like it. Sunny rests her cheek on my arm—she’s almost shoulder height on me—as she continues to pour warm water over my cock and stroke. The bubbles kept multiplying.
“I have to admit, I’m kinda glad you don’t change size much when you get hard.”
I’m not sure how to feel about that statement. I frown and glance up from the awesome sight of her hand around me and meet her gaze in the mirror.
She kisses my bicep and explains, “I was a little concerned. It’s already big enough.”
And there it is, the ego stroke I don’t need but love because it’s coming from her. She finishes rinsing me shuts off the tap. I turn, looking forward to whatever she has planned next.
She claps her hands and smiles. “Okay. Well, we’re all cleaned up. I guess it’s time for bed.”
I stare blankly at her. Then I look down at my hard-on. He’s sticking straight out. One could top it like it’s a banana sundae and nothing would fall off since it’s parallel to the floor. I attempt to reply, but the words aren’t really happening. “Uhhh…”
Sunny gives me a curious look and fiddles with the end of her braid. “You don’t want to go back to bed?”
“To sleep?” Words are better than sounds.
“What else would we do?”
I look at my reflection, wondering if she sees what I see.
Sunny bursts into a fit of giggles. “You should see your face right now. It’s priceless.”
“Of course I’m kidding. We have all those condoms. We shouldn’t let them go to waste.”
I’m relieved. Going to bed with a wicked hard-on is not a good way to end the night. But pre-sleep sex sounds pretty damn perfect.