Pucked Under by Helena Hunting
by Helena Hunting
Book 4.5 in the Pucked series
Randy Ballistic and Lily LeBlanc are head-over-heels, bed-breakingly, screaming orgasmically in love.
But even they have their challenges, mostly outside of the bedroom.
With the off-season coming to a close and the boys gearing up for training camp, one more weekend of fun is the perfect way to welcome the new season.
The entire crew piles into vehicles and drives to Alex and Violet’s Chicago cottage for a few days of relaxation—and hopefully a chance for Randy to shake the anxiety that’s been plaguing him.
Accidental wardrobe malfunctions, typical Violet inspired overshares, and a whole lot of private time round out the perfect weekend getaway.
But the moment they return to the city all of Randy’s angst resurfaces with the arrival of a surprise houseguest.
Pucked Under is a novella centering on Lily and Randy, set between the fourth and fifth books in the Pucked series. Randy and Lily are going strong. In love, living together, and still defiling bathrooms. After a perfect weekend getaway with their closest friends, Lily and Randy head back to city to prepare for the hockey season to start. But when they get home, a big problem from Randy's past is in their house ... and can bring everything Randy and Lily fought for tumbling down atop them.
Once again, Randy and Lily add some zest to this series. This novella really improved this series for me. Randy and Lily bring a level of fun to all the sex these couples have, and their chemistry is still explosive. But it's the story these two bring to the reader that sets it apart. A realistic one. Randy having to deal with his douche alcoholic father, and his fear that his father will get in between Lily and him. We got so much story in a novella! It makes me wonder why Helen Harding wrote Forever Pucked when she could have been writing this!
If you are a fan of Randy and Lily, and you enjoy this series, this novella is a great addition to your tbr.
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Fucking tourists and their frappe-lappa-what-the-fuck-evers and their ridiculous indecision. Miller: “Sunny’s not going with the girls if Violet’s driving.”
Miller gives her belly a protective pat. Violet puts her hands on her hips and pushes her chest out. She’s wearing a tank top that says AWESOME across her boobs. They really don’t need the extra attention.
Violet: “I’m not that bad of a driver.”
That gets a round of throat clearing. She looks around at the group.
Violet: “Oh, come on, I’ve only had two little fender benders.”
Miller: “This year,”
Charlene: “You backed your car into an eight-foot fence last week,”
Violet: “I didn’t see it!”
Sunny: “Because you weren’t paying attention,”
Violet: “Because there was a spider on my windshield!” Violet: “Says the woman who was planning to eat a bag of Doritos,”
Charlene: “I was never going to eat them. I wanted Darren to think I was. Sex tonight is going to be amazing.”
Charlene has a wicked gleam in her eye. Violet shakes her head.
Violet: “And you think I’m weird.”
Charlene: “You dress up Alex’s dick like a superhero; you are weird,” Violet: “Can you two foreplay somewhere else? I’m trying to be hungover in peace,” Violet: “Wait a second, don’t you two make sex videos on your phones?”
I liked it better when she was nursing a hangover and being quiet.
Randy: “They’re not sex videos,”
Violet: “Really? The one I saw sure looked like a sex video to me,”
Lily turns to Violet, incredulous.
Lily: “Seriously? What the hell happened to the vault?”
Now it’s my turn to be pissed.
Randy: “You showed Violet our private videos?”
Lily: “Only the first one you ever made. You remember the one when you woke me up because I fell asleep on you? I thought it was sweet.”
Randy: “Oh, I remember.”
For a moment I’m caught up in the memory of that sex-filled night.
Lance: “Hold the fucking phone, you two make amateur porn?”
Lance looks caught somewhere between a boner and a laugh. He’d better choose neither.
Randy: “It’s not porn,”
Lance: “You have sex and film it, though?”
Randy: “Just on my phone. Or Lily’s sometimes. They’re little clips. It’s not like they’re hour-long marathons or anything,”
Lance: “Wow. I mean, shit.”
Lance blows out a breath and nods his approval to Lily.
Lance: “You got balls, girl. And I don’t mean this guy.”
He points at me, and then motions to his junk.
Lance: “But, like, lady balls.”
Randy: “Will you shut the fuck up right now?”
He sure as hell isn’t helping the situation.
He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels.
Lance: “I can do that.” Lily: “Oh my God. Are there any other pictures I should worry about on there? Or videos?”
Lily is approaching an official freak-out. Both Miller and Alex look like they might want to beat me with their hockey sticks. I tap the bridge of my nose. I don’t know whether or not I should be honest, because I’m almost positive there are a few pictures of her without clothes on from last week. Or maybe just a thong.
Randy: “Maybe one or two?”
Lily: “Am I naked?”
Randy: “You might be.”
Lily: “Oh my God. Oh, God. People might see me naked!”
Lance: “If it’s any consolation, you look great naked,”
Randy: “Seriously, man, I’m about half a second away from punching you in the face.”
My fists really want to act on their own.
Miller: “Wait, when did you see Lily naked?”
Lily strokes her throat absently.
Lily: “Randy came home from a series of away games. I didn’t get the message that Lance was with him until I opened the door.”
Sunny: “You opened the door naked? How come I didn’t know about this?”
Lily: “Well, technically I wasn’t naked. I was wearing a bow. Not that it matters. What matters is that someone might have your phone, and there are pictures of me on it. Naked.”
Violet: “Lance has a point, though. You look great naked,”
Randy: “When the fuck have you seen Lily naked?”
I look from Lily to Violet and back again. Violet gives me the stink eye.
Violet: “Are you serious with this? You guys probably stand around the locker room comparing your junk and smacking each other on the ass because you scored a goal. We’re girls. We get changed in front of each other. They’ve all seen me trussed up in slutty fetish gear, thanks to this one.”
She points at Charlene.
Violet: “Lily had to hold my boobs for me.”
Alex: “What slutty fetish gear?”
Violet waves him off.
Violet: “Never mind. We’ll talk about that later.”
Now I’m curious how many cinderblocks and how much rope I need.
Randy: “Show of hands. Who hasn’t seen Lily naked?”
Lily plants her fists on her hips.
Lily: “Honestly, Randy?”
Only Miller and Darren raise their hands. I look at Alex. He’s bigger than me. I still might have to take him down, though. Or at least try. He half raises his hand, then brings up the other one as well, as if to ward me off.
Alex: “She was six. We were kids. It doesn’t really count.”
Randy: “Motherfucker.” Lily: “You need to give yourself more credit, Randy. We’ve broken the cycles we were following by default before we found each other. Now we’ve realized there’s another way.”
He cracks a smile. This time it’s real.
Randy: “Loving you is the best choice I ever made.”
Lily: “I feel exactly the same way about loving you.” Randy: "Why can’t he ever just be proud of what I’ve done? Why does he always have to make me feel like shit?”
I close my eyes for a moment. Randy is a complicated man, but he’s intrinsically good, and that’s the part his father makes him question. I feel rage boiling and will it back down. I take his face between my palms so he’ll look at me and not his feet.
Lily: “I’m proud of you.”
His smile is sad.
Randy: “I know. It’d just be nice if he wouldn’t crap all over my life every time I see him.”
Lily: “You’re a beautiful man with a beautiful heart. You’re all the good things your father isn’t. I don’t know what happened to him to make him so self-destructive, but I do know at your core you’re dramatically different than he is. Maybe he can’t handle seeing you become everything he couldn’t.”
He pulls me into a tight hug.
Randy: “I don’t ever want to lose you.”
Lily: “I’m not going anywhere.”