Page 89 of Three Hockey Hotties

But she can’t. We will never be any other way as long as she’s around.

“You’ll come too, right?”

Her sweet voice pulls my attention back to the three people in front of me. They’re all looking at me expectantly. Obviously, I missed something.

Still, I answer, “Of course.”

There’s nothing Abby will ask me to do that I will say no to.

Her grin is bright, and I know I answered correctly when she takes my hand, links our fingers, and starts tugging me toward the entrance to the corn maze.

Oh, this is actually a great idea.

I catch Benjamin’s gaze and realize he has the same idea I do when he gives me a little grin.

There’s a group of four ten-or eleven-year-olds who run into the maze ahead of us, and we let them get a healthy start. Abby and I lead our group with Benjamin and Kane behind us. We take a couple of lefts and then a couple of rights. I let Abby lead the way. But soon, thankfully, we run into a dead end.

“Dang it,” she says, turning to go in the other direction. But the three of us are blocking her way.

“Yeah, dang,” Kane says, moving in close.

She giggles and backs up, her shoulder blades pressing into the wall of hay. “We have to try to get out.”

“Do we?” Benjamin asks, stepping in next to Kane.

Abby’s hand tightens on mine, and she moves slightly behind my big arm, looking up at me and batting her eyelashes. “Save me, Dash.”

“Save you from what, Abby girl?” I ask, grinning down at her as the guys advance.

Now she’s trapped by a wall of hay behind her and three obsessed men in front of her.

“I think Benjamin and Kane have nefarious intentions,” she says.

“Oh, our intentions are definitely not safe for a kid-friendly corn maze,” Benjamin tells her.

“Oh no,” she says, her voice breathless. She looks up at me. “Will you stop them?”

I meet her gaze. “If you want me to.” I reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll do anything you want me to. Always. But you’re going to have to convince me that you don’t actually want Benjamin and Kane to be naughty with you here in this corn maze. Where we could get caught.”

As I’m talking to her, I’m moving her away from the wall of the maze and positioning her in front of me, my big body solid behind her. I stroke my hands down her sides and rest them on her hips. She’s directly in front of Benjamin and Kane now.

Anyone who happens by this little dead end will glance in and barely be able to see her. With Kane and Benjamin’s backs to them, the most likely result is that anyone walking by will simply realize they need to go in another direction.

“Can you convince him of that?” Benjamin asks, leaning in and dragging his nose up and down her throat, inhaling deeply. “Can you convince Dash that you don’t want Kane and me to take advantage of this little detour?”

She takes a deep, shaky breath. “Um…”

There is a chill in the air today, but it’s not so cold that she needs multiple layers. Abby is wearing a cute little dress over leggings with boots and the sweater that she’s been putting on and taking off periodically. She’s got it on at the moment.

With my hands at her hips, I work the hem of the dress up while Benjamin murmurs in her ear, “Has all that cinnamon and cloves made you a spicy strawberry?”

She gives a half-laugh-half-moan, and I look down to see Kane stroking a big hand up her inner thigh. It’s over her leggings, but when he moves his hand to cup between her thighs, she moans as if there’s no clothing barrier.

“You have to be quiet, Abby girl,” Benjamin says before sealing his mouth over hers.

Kane takes advantage and rubs her a little more firmly through her leggings. I slide one hand up underneath the sweet-looking little dress and cup of her breast, hugging her nipple and making her whimper and wiggle in my arms.

We play with her for a couple of minutes, but obviously this can’t go very far.