Page 56 of Three Hockey Hotties

I’m about to suggest Benjamin join us when Dash shocks me again by stepping back and saying, “Come here, Ben.”

We almost never call him Ben. Usually, it’s only when we’re feeling very mellow, usually when we’ve been drinking. He’s just such a Benjamin.

But right now it seems to fit, and he definitely responds.

He’s around the island in a second, crowding close to Dash.

None of us seems to be having any trouble getting used to being so close to one another in such an intimate moment.

I realize this is all just as good for us as it is for her to get used to.

“She’s addictive, isn’t she?” Benjamin asks, his gaze on Abby.

“I’ll never get enough,” Dash says.

“I’m already addicted,” I say.

“Kiss me,” she says, reaching for Ben.

He complies, obviously, leaning in and capturing her mouth.

“Your safe word is—” I glance around the kitchen quickly, trying to come up with one.

“Stop,” Dash says.

I look at him.

He nods. “All she has to do is tell us to stop.”

I nod.

Benjamin lifts his head from the deep kiss.

I’m not sure Abby heard us, but he did.

He looks at her directly as he reiterates. “If there’s anything we do that you don’t like, you just say stop.”

She nods.

“Say it,” he tells her firmly. “We want to be sure you understand.”

“If there’s anything I don’t like, I just say stop,” she repeats obediently.

“Good girl,” Benjamin tells her, brushing his thumb over her cheek.

We all just stand looking at her for a long moment until she says, “Can you kiss me some more now?”

I chuckle, Benjamin groans, and Dash moves in to do exactly as she asks.

As he kisses her, I feel her ass pressing and wiggling against my cock.

I think our girl needs more than kissing.

Well, she knows she can stop us.

I move my hand from her hip to her belly, rubbing gently.

She presses harder against my cock.