Page 59 of Three Hockey Hotties

It’s like he’s trying to keep himself from doing… I’m not sure. Maybe scooping Abby up and devouring her.

I want to see that.

The realization hits me hard and hot.

I want to see both of these men giving Abby their all.

I want to see her coming apart with both of them.

And then I want to do it myself, of course.

I wonder if she can take three orgasms in a fucking row.

“Ask us for it,” Benjamin says to her. Now he pulls back, pinning her with a hot direct gaze. “Ask us to make you come, right here on this kitchen island.”

She clearly can’t look away from him. She’s breathing hard, nearly her entire body flushed pink. “Will you make me come? Please? I want all three of you touching me at once.”

Yeah, that please seems to punch Benjamin in the gut.

And I think I might die. That is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.

At least so far.

That thought rushes through my mind right on the heels of the first.

There is a lot of heat ahead of the three of us.

“Yes, we fucking will,” Dash is the one to answer when it seems she’s sucked the oxygen out of Benjamin’s lungs. Dash’s voice is gruffer and deeper than I’ve ever heard it.

Her gaze snaps to his.

“Thank you.”

I snort. “Oh, Lollipop, thank you.”

Benjamin is clearly done talking about this. He cups the back of her head and brings her in for a hot kiss. As his mouth moves hungrily, he lays her back.

Dash mutters something under his breath and suddenly strips off the sweatshirt he’s wearing. “Take yours off,” he says to me.

He folds his in half and lifts Abby’s hips with one hand, sliding the sweatshift under her, clearly to pad the island.

I comply, stripping my shirt off and handing it over. He does the same with mine, sliding it under her upper half. They’re both big enough that they easily cover enough area for our girl to lie on.

Though Abby doesn’t seem to even notice she’s on hard granite, spread out like a gorgeous sacrifice to the gods.

And we’re the fucking gods.

Benjamin is devouring her mouth, playing with a nipple, and she’s writhing on the altar.

This is fucking perfect.

When she’s apparently as comfortable as Dash can get her, he takes a deep breath and meets my gaze.

“Fucking unbelievable, right?”

I nod. “And perfect.”

I don’t know how this girl just landed in our lives, so incredible, so perfect, and so ready for us. But she’s here. And we are going to make sure she stays.