Page 3 of Puck Me With Your Best Shot
“Okay, if you’re sure.” She hands me a stack of yellow folders. “Here are their medical and personal files. You’ll find everything you need to know about them in those. I’ll have Roxie call and get them scheduled later today for their physicals.” Wynn waves goodbye, leaving me to review their medical history.
I read through the information, and nothing serious jumps out at me. The normal broken hand, nose, and teeth show up in all three charts, along with the mandatory monthly sexually transmitted disease testing required by most teams.
The one thing that stands out to me is their ages — twenty-two to twenty-four. They’re practically babies compared to my thirty-one-year-old self. They’re closer in age to Kendall than to me. Not that it matters, since I have no plans to date them or anyone else, for that matter.
“Four o'clock.” Roxie breezes past my open office door, reminding me of the time to expect them for their physicals.
“All three of them are coming in at four?” I jump out of my chair and race down the hall after Roxie.
She turns around with a loud grunt. At sixty-five years old, Roxie doesn’t take any crap from anyone. “That’s what time I said.” She crosses her arms over her chest, as if daring me to argue with her.
“I wasn’t expecting them all at the same time.”
“I guess they all live together, being that they are all joining the team at the same time. They must like doing everything together.” She shrugs before turning around and dismissing me.
A memory of the last time three guys did things together pops into my head, making my hands sweat and my head pound. It’s not that I’m upset about Greg’s newfound sexuality--it’s more of a trust issue.
I trusted Greg to be faithful to me and look where that got me.
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Time seems to drag on as I wait for the three new team members to arrive for their physicals. I’ve read and re-read all their records twice, trying to pass the time. Even though many players are on the injured list, they’re meeting with the physical therapists and trainers, not me. I see them once a week to check on their progress.
Exactly at four o’clock, a knock on my open office door pulls me out of my thoughts. I glance from the papers on my desk to the three attractive guys standing in my office doorway.
“Hi, are you Doc Kameron?” Even though I’m a nurse practitioner, people still call me a doctor, which is legally okay, but it still surprises me.
Speaking of surprises, I wasn't expecting the three of them to look so big and strong, with firm jaws and lean, muscular bodies. Sure, I know hockey players are physically fit, but when I read their ages, I was expecting soft, round baby faces with a bit of extra baby fat around their stomachs, not the three Adonis standing in front of me.
“Yes, I’m Kameron Hart. I’ll be doing you today,” I say as I stand up from my chair to greet them. “I mean, I’ll be doing your physicals today.”
If only the floor would open up and swallow me, I could get out of this awkward meeting. It certainly doesn’t help that they each give me a grin ranging from sexy to amused to shy.
The guy with the amused grin, dark brownish-black hair, and grey eyes walks toward me with his hand outstretched in greeting. “Hi, I’m Ledger Spencer," he says, not letting go of my hand as he introduces the other two guys. “This is Bryer Fields," he nods his head toward the guy with the sexy smile, sandy blonde hair, and ocean blue eyes that seem more suited for a beach than the ice. “And that’s Colsen Webster," he motions to the final guy still lurking by the door. His brown hair and brown eyes would normally seem bland compared with the other two, but there is something about his eyes that draws me in—a combination of shy innocence and sexy confidence.
These three are dangerously handsome. I bet they go through women as easily as most people go through water. I’m sure I’ll be doing weekly STD testing on them instead of the mandatory monthly testing. The thought sours my mood as I try to understand my jealous reaction to three guys I barely know and certainly aren’t interested in dating or anything else that would require testing or antibiotics.
“Nice to meet all of you.” I pull my hand away, trying to regain a little professionalism. “Now, which one of you wants to go first?” Three arms shoot up into the air, each attached to either a sexy smile, an amused smile, or a shy smile.
And for the first time in over a year and a half, I feel like a desirable woman again, which isn’t good, because I have a feeling that if any of them cheated on me and broke my heart, my heart would never recover.
Good thing I’ll never have to worry about that.
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Ledger
“Turn your head tothe side and cough.” One of her hands tightens around my cock as the other one squeezes my balls. A moan catches in my throat as I think about her jerking me off until I come all over her sweet body.
My cock jerks in her hand at the thought, and all I can do is smile and shrug my shoulders. She has to know how hot she is. No red-blooded male would be able to resist her, especially when she’s holding them like this.
Sure, it’s a professional exam, and she hasn’t crossed the line, unless you count the little hitch in her breathing when she first wrapped her hand around my cock, or at least tried to wrap her hand around it.
Turning my head, I do as I’m instructed and cough, my balls jiggling in her hand. The slight feeling of her thumb caressing my ball sack is so brief I might have missed it if I wasn’t hyperaware of her touch.
I’ve had my fair share of physicals with hernia checks, but I can honestly say I’ve never been aroused by one until now. Even with the plastic of her gloves acting as a barrier between us, I can still feel the heat of her hand branding me wherever she touches.
“Okay, good.” Her gloved hand slides off my shaft, making it jerk one more time as she lets go of it and my balls in one fluid motion. I glance down to see a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip, and I can’t help but wonder if she saw it too. The thought does nothing to cool my body down as I picture her kneeling in front of me, licking it off. “You can go ahead and get dressed and send the next guy in.” She says, pulling her gloves off with a snap and tossing them in the trash can as I put my clothes back on.
