Page 21 of Three Hockey Hotties

“Don’t say complicated,” Kane interrupts. “Because that’s not even true. The three of us are like the perfect man. Just like Abby deserves fun and sweet from me, and quiet and comforting from Dash, she deserves in-charge and protective from you.”

Well, I’m definitely fucking feeling that about her.

I rub my hand over the back of my neck.

“Plus, you’re the only one who ever has a fully stocked refrigerator,” Kane adds.

I grunt in acknowledgement.

“The women I date sometimes wish I was more assertive,” Dash says. “They always say they assume I’ll be that way because I’m big and seem grumpy, and then they seem disappointed that I’m…” He shrugs. “Nice.”

That one always pisses me off. Dash is a great guy, and just because he doesn’t say every goddamn thing on his mind, women sometimes mistake him for uncaring or even unintelligent.

“Yeah, women like the broody asshole thing sometimes,” Kane says. “But not all the time. They like the fun one who will take them on surprise dates and sometimes have whipped cream fights with them. But not all the time.”

“No whipped cream fights in my kitchen,” I say, shuddering as I think about that fucking mess.

Kane grins. “Oh, trust me. Even you would like the aftermath. Things get very sticky, clothes need to come off, things need to be cleaned up, and tongues work very well for removing sweet cream from sweet skin.”

I instantly picture Abby, her cheeks pink, breathing fast from being chased around the kitchen—my kitchen—whipped cream clinging to her sweet skin, peeling her sticky clothes off piece by piece…and just like that, I don’t care about messy countertops.

Kane gives me a knowing grin as I cease any argument.

“And women like cuddling up with their very own live teddy bear on the couch to watch a movie and not having to say a word after a long week at work. But not all the time,” Kane goes on. He spread his arms wide, a few pieces of cereal dropping from the handful he’s got. “We’ve got it all, and we can give it all to Abby together. Whatever she needs, whenever she needs it.”

I blow out a breath.

He’s got a point. A very good point. Why doesn’t this sound crazier?

“You’re attracted to her, right?” Dash asks. He’s looking directly at me.

I could lie or downplay it. But if these two are going to date her, that’s going to be torturous. I’m around them all the time. Even though Kane seemingly dates a new woman every month, I tend to meet them all. That is how close we are and how much time we spend together. There would be no avoiding Abby, and certainly no avoiding Abby with Dash and Kane.

Jealousy would eat me alive.

Strangely, I realize that I would be more jealous of her dating them without me than I would be of dating her with them.

I nod. “Yes, I’m attracted to her.”

“I think she liked you too,” Kane says, with a grin, his mood entirely shifted from how he was acting in the car.

Dash simply grunts and nods, lifting his drink to his mouth.

I feel my heart kick against my ribs. Just the idea that Abby might like me makes my heart flip over in my chest. What kind of adolescent crush shit is that?

“So when you say date her, do you mean literally all of us spending time with her at the same time?” I ask.

Kane shrugs. “Sure. Sometimes. But I think we can take her out individually too.”

I nod, thinking. “And what about sex?” I ask directly.

Because if I’m dating Abby, there will be sex, and I’m certain these two have the same intentions.

“Whatever she wants,” Kane says, with a shrug, glancing at Dash. “But yeah, take her out, make her laugh, kiss her.” He pauses, then looks from Dash to me. “Fuck her very, very well. Whether that’s one at a time or all together, I’m down for whatever she wants and needs.”

Heat hits me hot and hard, and I have to swallow before I say, “So you’d be willing to share her in the bedroom too?”

“Anything she wants,” he repeats. “But just know that if you’re dating her too, I will be fucking your girlfriend. So either you can be there, or you can let me have her to myself.” He grins and pops more cereal into his mouth. “I’m cool with either,” he says around the strawberry bits.