Page 31 of Three Hockey Hotties

No guys. That instantly sends my blood south. Our girl is going to need a lot of love and attention to make up for lost time.

And missed orgasms.

Magda lights a cigarette and blows smoke to the left away from me. “She’s had a rough go, you know.”

That makes me frown. “What do you mean?”

“Not my story to tell but I will say she puts up a wall between herself and everyone. She’s afraid to disappoint people.”

That astonishes me. “She could never disappoint me. Ever. She’s so damn special.”

I also need to know what Abby has been through in her life. I want to know everything there is to know about her.

Magda nods. “That she is. I see you’re sincere, but you did just meet her. Sure you’re not going to lose interest in a few weeks? Because you’ll have to answer to me if you do.”

“Absolutely not,” I say, firmly, appalled at the very thought. “I may be impulsive, but I know my own heart and head.”

She takes another drag. “I get that. I married my second husband after I won a grand on a hot craps table in Atlantic City. Only knew him for three hours. It was a great marriage.”

I love stories like that. Throwing caution to the wind for passion and true love.

“That’s incredible. When did you lose him?”

“Oh, he didn’t die. He got sent up the river for robbing a bank in Pennsylvania, so I divorced his dumb ass.”

Not such a great story after all.

Magda looks around for a place to put her cigarette out but there isn’t anywhere. She drops it and twists it under her heel. The rain has stopped but it’s cold outside and the ground is wet. The butt sizzles and then she bends down and picks it up and tucks it in her pocket.

“Don’t worry,” she says. “Abby likes you. I can tell. Now let’s go in there and reassure her it makes perfect sense for her to go home with three men she’s just met.”

That makes me grin. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”

“I’m old but I still have eyes and ears.”

When we enter the lobby I decide it’s my turn with Abby.

Even though I’m not jealous, Dash has been monopolizing her.

Sharing Abby’s time and attention may be something we have to work out.

Not to mention her body.

Just seeing her leaning over the counter, her hand up to block whatever she is saying from the desk clerk, has my blood pumping hot and furious straight to my dick.

She’s bedraggled with frizzy hair but she’s still the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.

Benjamin is speaking forcefully to her. I can’t hear the words, but I can feel his intensity from ten feet away.

When we reach the desk she’s saying in a low voice, “I’ll just share with Mrs. Litwinski. It’s fine. I can’t go home with you.”

“Why not?” I ask, slipping my arm around her waist and drawing her off of the desk.

If she wants to lean on something she can lean on me.

“Because it’s just…crazy,” she says, frowning even as she does, in fact, lean into me.

I pull her closer, loving the feel of her petite body tucked into my side.