Page 32 of Three Pucks and a Baby

Theo tugged my hand playfully. “Come on. Let’s get you on the ice.”

As we walked down a long hallway, I glanced around. “So I don’t get the grand tour?”

Grayson shook his head. “Trust us. You’re not missing much except seeing the locker room.”

“Hmm, seeing where you change into your gear? Kinky.”

Theo snorted. “More likestinkyas hell.”

I laughed. “It’s seriously that bad?”

Grayson popped a door to the right of us. Rows of abandoned hockey padding lined the floor. It took only a second for a hideous odor to sting my nostrils. Hurrying past the door, I called, “You’re right. It’s terrible!”

The guys chuckled behind me before catching up with me. As we walked out into the room with the rink, I couldn’t help shivering in the change of temperature. “This is why you wanted me to dress warmly, huh?” I questioned with a smile.

“Exactly,” Grayson replied.

He then steered me over to where a couple of benches were. To my surprise, three pairs of skates were waiting for us. Glancing up at them, I said, “You guys prepared for this.”

“We wanted to pull out all the stops to make you comfortable,” Theo replied.

His words sent warmth tingling from my head down to my toes. A little bit made a pitstop between my thighs as well.

“Sit down,” Theo commanded.

“Jeez, with the bossiness,” I mused as I plopped onto the bench. “Now what?”

With their eyes on mine and in almost perfect unison, Theo and Grayson slowly began to kneel in front of me. At the sight of them on their knees, a fiery desire ignited between my legs. My breath hitched as I couldn’t help imagining it was a preview of what was to come.

“Oh my,” I so eloquently murmured.

While the corners of Grayson’s lips quirked, Theo’s face remained impassive. Without a word to me, they got to work unzipping my boots. Their touch felt like tiny zaps of electricity over my leggings.

When they started sliding my boots down my leg, I instantly regretted the socks I’d chosen for tonight. In my defense, I’d picked them because they were my warmest pair, and I was taking my instructions from the guys to dress warmly very seriously.

At the burst of laughter from Grayson, I clapped my hand over my eyes. “I seriously wasn’t thinking you guys would be up close and personal with them.”

“Are there catsfuckingon your socks, Vivian?” Theo asked while Grayson continued snickering.

Peeking at him through my fingers, I replied, “Maybe.”

“Jesus,” Theo remarked.

Tilting his head, Grayson pointed to one copulating pair in particular. Wagging his brows, he said, “Look, my favorite position.”

My curiosity got the better of me, and I jerked my hand away to see a female cat riding a male. “Why that one?” I couldn’t help asking.

His eyes rolled back in exaggerated bliss. “Because it’s the best of everything.”

“How so?”

“My hands can be on your titandyour clit at the same time while I’m fucking youandyou’re fucking me.”

At the mental image his words concocted, the breath wheezed from my lungs. For a moment, it was like I forgot to breathe. AsGET A GRIPflashed like neon in my mind, I finally sucked in air in a ridiculously embarrassing gasp.

Grayson smirked at me. “You like that position too, huh?”

“Yes,” I panted wantonly.

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