Page 63 of Three Hockey Hotties

“Shower or bath?”

This guest bathroom has a small shower and a free-standing tub. I’m too bulky to fit in either one of them without Abby, let alone with her.

But this is about me caring for her, not gaining my own release.

“I don’t care. Whichever is easier.”

“You’re not used to asking for what you want, are you?”

I already know the answer. It’s there in the way she hesitates, the way she tends to look up at us from under her eyelashes.

It wraps itself around my heart and makes me want to nurture her, bolster her confidence, create security for her.

First I want her to admit it.

Then I can reassure her with both actions and words that she can feel comfortable asking us for anything from us.

She bites her lip. “That’s true, that is hard for me. How did you know?”

“Because I’m the same way. I think I was taught not to take up too much space, which is ironic, given my size.” I ease her hair back off of her cheek, brushing the back of my knuckles down over the silken strands. “It’s probably why I became a goaltender. Well, in addition to the fact that it seemed at one point like I wasn’t going to stop growing. But what’s your fear in asking for help or for what you need, Abby? You can tell me.”

“I guess that I’m too demanding. That I’m being greedy or something, I don’t know.” She shrugs.

Cupping her cheeks, my hands envelope the whole of her face, my thumbs brushing over her lips. “These lips right here never have to fear asking for anything from me, Benjamin, or Kane. You can always share with us what you’re thinking and feeling. What you need. I can promise you that.”

Abby is trembling beneath my touch. She nods. “I believe you. But it’s hard.”

“It just takes practice. So tell me, beautiful, what do you want right now? A shower or a bath?”

She draws in a deep shuddering breath and then exhales. “I want to take a bath,” she says. “So that you can sit next to me and talk to me. I want to be with you.”

It’s a hell of a win.

The admission wraps itself around my heart like a vice and makes me feel even more protective of Abby.

“Of course,” I tell her. “Done. And I’m so proud of you for telling me how you feel and what you need. Do you need anything else?”

Her hesitation is less pronounced now.

Almost immediately she nods. “I want to feel you inside me, Dash. Fuck me. Please.”

A growl rips out of me before I can prevent it.

My body immediately reacts. I’m tight and tense and hot with desire in every fucking inch of my body. I have been waiting for this moment from the second I laid eyes on Abby and while it hasn’t been that long, every second of it has been torture.

“I would love to fuck you,” I murmur. “And I love that you asked so sweetly.” I undo the knot on her towel and ease it off of her.

Then I place it on the edge of the countertop and turn Abby so she’s facing the sink and mirror. I place her hands palms down on the towel I’ve just placed there.

Abby sucks in a breath. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Sure, Kane said downstairs that no one of us would fuck her.

But he’ll understand.

She asked for it.