Page 9 of Three Pucks and a Baby

CHAPTER THREE: THEO

As I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, I turned my head left and right to appraise my appearance. After coming in from hockey practice, I’d showered until I’d threatened to use up all the apartment’s hot water. I’d taken longer than usual since I’d felt the need to rub one out.

Normally, I didn’t need to jerk off before a date. For me, women were always a sure thing, so there was no need for any preparatory work. But tonight wasn’t a sure thing. No, with a woman like Vivian, it was all about strategy. It was like polishing your stick every day to ensure you had the right tools to ensure a victory down the road.

Grayson going out with Vivian tonight wasn’t just any date. A perfect hockey season, along with sexual satisfaction, hung in the balance. While I knew we weren’t out of luck even if Vivian said no, I would not allow myself to visualize anything but her.

Growing up in a household that valued perfection, I didn’t accept defeat. Not on the ice. Not in the classroom.

Ever.

Making Vivian our third fell into the same mindset.

After first hearing about her two nights ago, I’d gone a deep dive into her social media. She was just as Grayson had described her. Seeing Vivian’s pictures had earned her a starring role in my fantasies. When I’d jerked my hand up and down my length, I’d imagined Vivian’s perfect pink mouth bobbing up and down my cock. I saw her on her knees before me, naked except for a pair of black thigh highs. Just before I blew my load in her mouth, I’d wrapped her legs around me as I fucked her against one of the library’s bookshelves.

Yeah, my librarian fantasy was in overdrive.

Dressed in black jeans and a white button-down shirt, I worked product through my shoulder-length hair. Grayson loved to give me shit about my hair–he claimed I was trying to look more and more like Sam Hartman, who played football for Notre Dame and who the guys claimed I looked like. For me, I looked older since growing my hair out, and I wanted that to work in our favor tonight.

Gray poked his head in my bedroom. “Theo?”

“Bathroom,” I called.

After a few moments, he appeared in the doorway. “I’m about to head out.”

I met his gaze in the mirror reflection. “Even though I’m almost done, I won’t arrive until you’re thirty minutes into the date.”

We’d planned our mission as thoroughly as possible. For the last two years, our teammate and roommate, Bennett, had been singing during the off-season at a bar called The Dive. Although the owners aspired for a “dive” vibe, it was more of a hipster’s paradise. It also happened to be half an hour away from campus, which was a selling point for Vivian when Grayson suggested potential dating sites.

She planned to meet him at seven, so that meant I wouldn’t be making an appearance until 7:30. They needed the half hourto take the edge off any potential nerves before I appeared. In all our years of superstitious threesomes, I had to say we’d put the most work into this one.

When Gray remained rooted to the spot bouncing on the balls of his feet, I sighed. “Spit it out.”

“What?”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever it is that has you wired.”

He snorted. “I forget you know me so well.”

Turning around, I leaned back against the countertop. “Four years of playing, living, and fucking together does that to you,” I mused with a smirk.

After exhaling raggedly, Gray ran a hand through his sandy-blond hair. “I’m just worried about how this one is going to play out.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “You’re not still stressing about her working for Southeastern?”

After initially going balls to the wall about Vivian, Gray experienced some weird sort of buyer’s remorse after she agreed on the date. Out of the two of us, he was the extreme rule follower. In any group, he was always the conscience and voice of reason. Despite initially talking Vivian down from the edge when she’d voiced concerns about him being a student, Gray had somehow gotten it in his head that if we banged Vivian, we would face retribution from the school and the hockey program.

When he remained, brows creased and lips curved into a frown, I said, “Come on, dude. Like I told you before. We’refucking discreet. I mean, in the four years of our threesomes, no one ever found out, right?”

“Right,” he echoed.

“No teammates, no professors, and no coaches.”

Although he still didn’t appear convinced, he murmured, “Right.”

“The only one who knows outside of us is Bennie, and he sure as hell isn’t running his mouth about it.”

Although he was the life of the party who never met a stranger, Bennett was amazingly tight-lipped about our threesomes. While he was bi, he leaned towards guys more than girls. He’d joked that he’d love to be a part of our superstitions if there were some sticks crossing, but I didn’t see that ever happening.

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