Page 33 of Three Pucks and a Baby

“We’ll remember that, won’t we, Theo?”

With a nod, Theo replied, “But if you’re riding Grayson, I’ll be fucking your face with my cock.”

His words shot straight to my core, sending arousal pooling there. Once again, all I could muster was, “Oh my.”

“Oh yes,” Grayson said with a grin.

At that moment, I lamented dressing warmly because I seriously felt like I was about to combust. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to detonate in a bomb of lust. Needing to steer the conversation away from its current state, I asked, “So, uh, considering how huge hockey players are, how, um, did you guys possibly have skates my size?”

With a grin, Grayson said, “Our right winger is around your height. I figured his would work.”

“Please tell him thank you for me.”

Waving his hand at me, Grayson said, “Since we didn’t ask him, you don’t have to worry about thanking him.”

I gasped. “You stole his skates?”

“They’re just an extra practice pair. It’s seriously no biggie.”

When I eyed Theo for his reaction, he replied, “Flanders is a real prick anyway.”

“You two are terrible,” I muttered.

Theo nodded. “It’ll be okay if they’re a little big.”

“I see,” I mused.

My amusement was short-lived when Theo took my ankle in his hand. His touch seared through my thick socks causing my skin to tingle. After propping it on his thigh, he grabbed one of the skates. I fought the urge to slide my foot down his thigh to his crotch.

Focus, Vivian. This is about skating, not fucking.

Inwardly, I groaned. Considering this was like extended foreplay, it wastotallyabout fucking.

As Theo slid the skate onto my foot, my chest started to harshly rise and fall. Grayson repeated Theo’s actions on my other foot. Watching them take some tedious care of me was almost as sexy as their touch. I couldn’t have torn my gaze away from them if I wanted to. Despite the temperature of the rink, I felt sweat beading along my neck.

When the guys started lacing me up, they both leaned forward. I bit down on my lip at their closeness. I wondered what they would say if I just said to fuck the ice skating lesson and fuck me.

“Patience,” Theo murmured.

At my gasp, he smirked up at me. “How did you know what I was thinking?”

With a tug at my laces, he leaned forward until our mouths were only inches apart. “I can smell you.”

“Oh God,” I muttered.

Theo’s breath warmed my cheek. “And you smell fucking divine.”

A low moan echoed through my chest as my panties and leggings grew even damper. As my fingers gripped the edge of the bench, I stared longingly at Theo.

“Kiss me,” I commanded.

His nostrils flared. “You forget who is in charge.”

“But I want you to kiss me.” I flicked my gaze over to Grayson. “I want you, too.”

As Grayson groaned, Theo shook his head. “Patience.”

My fingers abandoned the edge of the bench to grip the front of Theo’s shirt. “Just one kiss.”

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