Page 10 of Puck Me Like You Do

Squaring my shoulder, I sit stick straight on their buttery soft couch. Refusing to lean back into what I know would feel like a fluffy cloud. "I'm here. What did you want to say to me." I raise my chin, not letting them intimidate me with their size.

And how well I know their size.

"We want to apologize for not defending you that morning after we had sex and our parents caught us." Blade says. "My dad is an ass."

"Like Blade said earlier, we fired his dad as our agent. We've hired a new one who doesn't have a problem with our personal lifestyle." I blink at Atlas sitting next to me. What personal lifestyle is he talking about. "Let me back up. We can't stop thinking about you and how we fucked everything up by not sticking up for you with your mom and then with Mr. McKnight."

"When we saw you again after a year apart, it was like a light switch went on." Ivan takes my hand, scooting closer to me on the couch. "We made a mistake, and we don't want to lose you again."

"What Ivan is trying to say is—if you'll give us another chance, we'd like to show you how sorry we are and make up for the lost year." Blade sits on the coffee table in front of me, his longer legs eating up the space between us.

"We foolishly believed Mr. McKnight's threats of losing our sponsors if we shared you. We stupidly chose hockey over you, and we don't plan on making that mistake again. We'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you." Atlas lifts my hair off my shoulder, placing it on my back bearing my neck to him causing me to shiver. "Do you forgive us?"

Do I?

Everything from that morning runs through my brain. Do I want a relationship with the guys from that night? No, I want a relationship with the guys sitting before me now.

Guys who have grown up over the last year. Just like I have.

Before I change my mind, I answer them as honestly as I can, "I don't want the guys from that time in my life." Their faces fall in sadness, but I have to get this out. "Those guys were insecure and selfish. I want the guys that are here with me today. Guys that are willing to ask for forgiveness and admit their mistakes." Their faces light up at my words. "So, my answer is yes. I'll give this relationship a shot."

I'm smothered in a group hug reminding me of waking up with all of them holding me tightly and I know I've made the right decision. But there is one more thing I need to get off my chest. "I don't put out until the fifth date." Expecting a snappy comeback I give them a smirk.

"That's okay love. Neither do we."

Epilogue - Briella

Five Years Later

"That'sit.Justlikethat." I cheer for the group of six-year-olds I'm teaching to ice skate.

According to Blade, Atlas, and Ivan, I'm kind of a legend around here. It's not everyone who can say their children were taught how to figure skate by an Olympic gold medalist who is also married to three of the reigning Stanley Cup Champions.

I dismiss the class, waiting for the last of the parents to pick up their child before skating over to my men as they set up for their own practice.

"You're not making this little one too dizzy by showing those kids how to properly do a camel spin are you?" Atlas places a hand on my still flat stomach.

"I'm barely pregnant. Besides we have to start our kids young if we want them to be champions." I'm only teasing but Blade, Atlas, and Ivan all stop what they are doing to scold me.

"You know we talked about that. We said we weren't going to pressure them into doing anything they didn't want to do."

"Atlas is right. Or children will have a say in their lives unlike the four of us." Blade adds as Ivan nods in agreement.

"Chill out." I roll my eyes. "I was just kidding."

"Oh, you were, were you?" Blade raises an eyebrow, and I know that look in his eyes.

I glance between Ivan and Atlas and see the same look on their faces and know this isn't going to end well.

"Remember I'm pregnant. You can't just throw me over your shoulder and take me home to ravish me." I say, skating backwards away from them, but secretly I want them to catch me.

"Looks like we're going to have to remind her what happens to little girls who tease their husbands."

A squeal escapes my lips as I spin around to make a run for it, or in my case a skate for it. But my figure skating skills are no match for their hockey moves as they effortlessly capture me. Well, I might have had a little something to do with getting caught.

"Now that we've caught her what should we do with her?" Ivan asks, his tone playful.

"I for one think she needs her ass spanked for teasing us."

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