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 âOâ gives me some power. It elevates my status. Iâm 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!
âI have a goddamn flight tonight. Theyâre not gonna let me into Canada with a dick on my forehead.â
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.
Likes:
- 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).
Dislikes:
- 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. Sheâs in the bathroom, fixing her sex hair. After a couple minutes I decide sheâs 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. Iâm 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. Iâm 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 shouldnât entertain but want to. Whatâs that saying? You can lead a horse to water but you canât make him drink. I think the same thing goes for reformed manwhoring. I can remove myself from the manwhore pool, but I canât 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 isnât particularly dirty, but itâs voyeuristic, and I donât think Sunny has much experience with that kind of thing. Â Iâd 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 Iâd like to do her in the shower. The options are endless, but I donât have a very good sense of her adventurousness in bed yet, so itâs 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. Sheâs 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. âThis isnât going to make my hard-on go away.â Well, it will, eventually, but itâll take a while.
âThatâs okay.â 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 sheâs going to jerk me off and watch. Which is pretty awesome. Sheâs still holding onto my cock with one hand. Nudging me forward until Iâm 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.
Iâm totally hard now. Like right back to where I was when we were doing the slip ân slide, just before I got inside her.
No one has ever washed my junk after sex. Usually thatâs something I take care of on my own. Itâs kind of nice. I like it. Sunny rests her cheek on my armâsheâs almost shoulder height on meâas she continues to pour warm water over my cock and stroke. The bubbles kept multiplying.
âI have to admit, Iâm kinda glad you donât change size much when you get hard.â
Iâm 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, âI was a little concerned. Itâs already big enough.â
And there it is, the ego stroke I donât need but love because itâs 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. âOkay. Well, weâre all cleaned up. I guess itâs time for bed.â
I stare blankly at her. Then I look down at my hard-on. Heâs sticking straight out. One could top it like itâs a banana sundae and nothing would fall off since itâs parallel to the floor. I attempt to reply, but the words arenât really happening. âUhhhâŠâ
Sunny gives me a curious look and fiddles with the end of her braid. âYou donât want to go back to bed?â
âTo sleep?â Words are better than sounds.
âWhat else would we do?â
I look at my reflection, wondering if she sees what I see.
Sunny bursts into a fit of giggles. âYou should see your face right now. Itâs priceless.â
âYouâre kidding?â
âOf course Iâm kidding. We have all those condoms. We shouldnât let them go to waste.â
Iâm 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.









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