Page 91 of Three Hockey Hotties

The two of them have hardly stopped touching her all day.

Not that I blame them. Or that I’ve been much better.

There have been plenty of public displays of affection, and our clearly touch-starved girl has absorbed all of them like a flower being watered for the first time in maybe ever.

She’s blossoming right in front of us. She’s smiling more easily, talking more, and her face is relaxed. I swear she’s even walking with a more upright posture.

Maybe it’s my imagination.

But Abby seems healthier and happier when she’s with us.

I grip the arms of the chair.

I want that. And I want her to see it. To feel it. To recognize it.

I know that she’s telling herself she needs to go back to her apartment by herself tomorrow. She needs to feel some independence. She, for some reason, needs to prove to herself—or to someone—that she can take care of herself.

I assume it comes from her illness as a child and her overprotective parents.

Maybe she felt smothered, maybe she felt overwhelmed. Or maybe she felt guilty.

Whatever it is, Dash, Kane, and I have to show her that we want her here, that we want to take care of her. More, taking care of her makes us better. Having her here and having her bring out the best in each of us is good for us too. I need her to know that.

She’s no burden. In fact, she’s becoming a necessity.

I think I know what needs to happen tonight.

We had such a great day, and it felt like a huge bonding moment for us to spend time together that wasn’t sexual, that wasn’t focused on getting her necessities like a new apartment, and was just fun, frivolous, happy. And in public.

I have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised by how easily Abby accepted being seen with the three of us, not worrying about what other people would think as we all took turns walking with her, holding hands, kissing her, or acting very much like a boyfriend.

If anyone was paying attention, and they might not have been, it would’ve been quite obvious that all three of us are more than just friends to Abby.

But she seemed completely comfortable.

Like right now. She is sitting on Kane's lap with a blanket draped over the two of them. One of Kane's hands is on top of the blanket, and he’s lifting her water bottle to her lips for her to take a drink. But there’s no missing that he’s fingering her under that blanket with Dash and I sitting right here. And even with the blanket covering them, she’s not trying to stop him.

In fact, if I can hear her little gasp, then moan from across the fire pit, I am a certain Dash can.

I watch as he shifts in his chair, leaning closer.

“Take the blanket off, Dash,” I finally say.

We’ve already played with her together. We spent the day with her together, and she was completely comfortable. She knows she can stop us at any time.

It’s time to take this next step.

And I’m very aware that I am the best one to take charge of this situation and push us all to this next level.

Kane and Abby freeze for a moment. Dash looks over at me.

“If you’re going to finger fuck our girl while I’m sitting right here, Dash and I get to at least get to watch,” I say.

Abby sucks in a little breath.

Dash looks at Kane and Abby quickly.

Kane’s mouth is right by Abby’s ear. “He has a point. I’m being a little selfish. I’m working on myself, so I really should share.”