Page 34 of Three Pucks and a Baby

“No.”

Gripping him tighter, I begged, “Please.” I couldn’t believe how wanton I sounded.

“Come on, T. A little kiss isn’t going to hurt,” Grayson argued.

“Famous last words,” Theo grunted.

“But–”

“We stick to the plan,” Theo replied.

“Whatever,” Grayson grumbled.

I jerked my hands away from Theo. “You…tease!” I cried in frustration.

Theo threw his head back with a laugh. “I’m a tease? You’re the one enticing us with a wet pussy.”

A horrified gasp escaped my lips. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. It’s a natural, biological response to the closeness of the two of you coupled with the talk of riding cock and fucking my face.”

Grayson groaned as he dropped his head to his chest. “Oh Christ, those words on your lips.”

Theo’s expression grew serious. “You have to trust us, Viv. You have to trust the plan.”

I sighed. “Fine.”

“Good girl.” With his eyes locked on mine, Theo rose off the floor. Leaning over, he kissed my cheek. “Now you two have fun.”

My brows furrowed as he started to walk off. “Wait, what? Where are you going?”

Theo turned around. “Gray and I thought it would ease you in better for later on if you had a little one-on-one time with each of us.”

“But I’ve already had a one-on-one with Grayson,” I protested.

Grayson’s low whistle made me jump. When my gaze bounced over to him, he swept a hand to his chest. “Damn, Viv, you wound me.”

Embarrassment singed my cheeks. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong.”

He grinned. “Nah, I get it.” After he pulled himself off the floor, he turned to Theo. “She’s right, man. We had a whole hour alone the other night before you arrived on the scene. If this is going to work, she should start with you.”

After momentarily appearing contemplative, Theo nodded. “That works for me.”

In a voice far more confident than I felt, I said, “Good. Let’s do this.”

CHAPTER EIGHT: THEO

While I had the resolve of steel, Vivian was torching it. Jesus, what was it about this woman? I mean, Grayson and I had fucked our way through a plethora of sexy girls over the years, and none of them got to me. None of them tried my resolve.

If anything, I felt total disinterest when it came to doing whattheywanted me to. My rigid ass was about staying in the zone and sticking to the plan.

But I hadn’t even gotten Vivian naked yet, and she was already screwing with my control. I was pretty sure if I didn’t get my head back in the game ASAP, the lingering smell of her arousal was going to have me stripping down her leggings and pounding her on the bench while her skates sliced and diced my ass cheeks.

Shaking my head out of those thoughts, I asked, “Ready?”

After nibbling on her bottom lip, Vivian sighed. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Don’t you trust me?”

Her emerald green eyes locked on mine. “Um, maybe,” she said hesitantly.

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