Page 49 of Three Hockey Hotties

It’s safe to say, we probably all want to be taken to a remote location by a hot hockey player and have him fuck our brains out. Or in my case, have them fuck my brains out.

I clap my hand over my mouth, so I don’t let out the slightly hysterical laugh I’m holding back.

I want Kane, Dash, and Benjamin to all fuck my brains out.

And they’d offered to do just that.

But…can I actually handle that?

When Karina turns to point toward the ramp that we can have the kids escorted down, Thomas loops his arm through mine.

“Just so you know, we can absolutely think about the kids and simultaneously lust after cute hockey players. I was just throwing you under the bus to look good in front of Karina.”

That makes me laugh. If Thomas wasn’t so honest, he’d be annoying. But I can’t ever be mad at him. After Sadie, he would be the first one to show up with a bottle of wine if I was having a bad day. I’ve only known him a year, but we’ve become good friends.

“Um, can I tell you something?” I whisper. “Kane Meyer asked me out. He wants to date me. With Dash Donovan. And Kane’s older brother, Benjamin.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Thomas says. “That’s pure fantasy come to life.”

Amen.

“Can I do that though? Is that even a thing?” I bite my lip as I glance back over at the Mutts players practicing. Dash is on his knees on the ice now, doing stretches that make my mouth go dry.

“Date three hot men at the same time? Yes, absolutely. Please do. Then tell me everything about it.”

“Thomas, do you mind?” Karina shoots him a dirty look over her shoulder. “Patsy and Rosie are going over the details for the split lottery and silent auction, and we should all know what’s happening with all of this.”

Thomas lets go of my arm and straightens up a little, adjusting his tie.

“Sorry,” I murmur to him as I try desperately to concentrate on what Patsy is saying.

She’s a mumbler to begin with and on top of that, I can see that Kane is skating toward us again.

It makes my skin feel like it’s on fire.

Every time I think about this morning and his “proposal” my whole body goes up in flames.

Now he skates straight toward me.

I stop walking, positive if I try to walk on the ice at the same time I’m talking to Kane, I will lose my balance and hit the ice even harder than I did yesterday.

“Hi,” he says, his face splitting into a grin.

“Hi.”

Before I can think of anything else to say, he rips his gloves off and holds his hand out to Karina. “I’m Kane Meyer, team captain. All of us players are so excited to be working with Stick It To Cancer to host an awesome afternoon for these brave kids.”

That makes my heart squeeze. Kane doesn’t even know why this is so important to me. I haven’t told any of them about my ALL.

But I think Kane just genuinely cares about other people.

Karina morphs from annoyed to preening. “Oh, well, we are too. I’m Karina, head of the outreach department at Stick It To Cancer. We highly value our continued partnership with the Racketeers and now the Malamutes.”

“Abby was telling me how important this is to your fundraising,” Kane says.

The way he says my name, so familiar, so territorial, sends yet another shiver up my spine.

He takes the opportunity to reach out with his bare hand and brush his fingers over the back of my hand. Then he laces his fingers through mine and squeezes briefly.