Page 84 of Three Hockey Hotties

“Now that’s a fucking beautiful thing,” Dash says. “Let’s get you inside, Abby, so Kane can fill that needy pussy up with his cock. Is that what you want?”

She nods eagerly. “Yes.” She turns to me and gives me a hard kiss, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip like she has excessive energy and doesn’t know how else to release it.

It gives me a hot kick of desire. “That’s what I want too. I want to be so deep inside you that you can’t breathe.”

Benjamin is out of the SUV and he opens Abby’s door. He bends over, but it’s only to gather her shoes, jeans, and panties in his arms. Though he does press a kiss on the inside of Abby’s knee and pause to breathe in her scent.

His eyes are hooded and his nostrils flaring when he pulls back. “It’s too cold on this concrete for you to walk. Dash can carry you.”

I’m about to protest that I can carry her when he looks past Abby to me. “If Dash carries her over his shoulder you’ll get a great shot of her in that jersey and nothing else, Kane.”

Benjamin understands me. He knows having Abby wear my number is more important to me than it is to Dash. He knows I like to love loud and outwardly, whereas Dash can be understated.

I love this idea. I clap Dash on the shoulder. “You heard the man.”

Dash grunts. “Happy to.”

When Benjamin retreats, Abby looks at me. “Dash is going to carry me over his shoulder? But…”

“But what? You afraid of heights?” I grin at her.

“I’m not wearing panties!”

Sometimes our girl is just so perfectly innocent and sweet. Our little strawberry.

Cupping her cheek, I press my lips against hers and murmur, “That’s kind of the point.”

It’s the entire point.

When Dash hoists her up over his shoulder, she gives a little squeal but then says, “Oh, this is kind of hot.”

“Very hot,” Benjamin agrees.

Dash carries her around the car to the interior door leading into the house giving me a view of nothing but Abby’s long legs and her tight, perky ass.

All with my number emblazoned right above that curvy backside.

I reach forward and give her cheek a squeeze.

Abby moans and squirms.

“Where do you want her?” Dash asks as he takes her into the house through the mudroom. “Your room?”

I’m already stripping off my hoodie and the T-shirt that’s underneath it. “Just set her down outside my door.”

I’ve enjoyed sharing getting Abby nice and ready with my best friends, but the minute we cross that threshold I want it to be just her and I. Just this once, anyway.

“You got it.”

Benjamin goes straight into the kitchen, and I hear him yank open the fridge, bottles rattling around. A glance over shows he’s pressing a beer to his forehead.

I know exactly how he’s feeling but I’m going to get release.

The view I have going up the stairs behind Abby and Dash has me so hard I can barely walk. Abby’s pussy is peeking out at me, and there is moisture trickling down her inner thighs. When Dash stops at the top of the stairs for a second, I’m at a perfect level to flick my tongue out and lap up that sweet tangy arousal.

“Kane, oh my fucking god,” she says, her legs jerking ever so slightly.

“Delicious.” As I pull back I see that my action has added to the rivulets trailing down her legs.