Page 94 of Three Hockey Hotties

I feel like we need to keep her bedroom here a bit of a haven until she specifically invites us in, so I direct them to the living room. Our couch there is big enough for all of us and for us to find some good positions.

“Who do you want first, Abby?” I ask her. I want to give her as much agency as possible.

Dash deposits her on the couch and we all stand, watching her, probably looming over her.

She doesn’t seem intimidated, however, looking up at us, breathing hard, completely naked, but making no move to cover herself.

“I can’t decide,” she says. “Don’t make me choose. I want you all.”

“Have you ever done anal?” Kane asks, his usual jovialness replaced by lust, making the question come out blunt, his voice a little tight.

She presses her lips together. “No, but I’m willing. With you guys.”

We all groan at that answer.

“Not tonight,” I decide. “Not our first time. We can go slow. We have lots of time.”

I say those last words as a command as well. We are going to be together. We are going to have many more times like this. She might go back to her apartment tomorrow or the next day. Maybe from time to time. But the four of us will be together, and eventually she will be here permanently.

“Then do you want us one at a time?” Kane asks, stripping off his shirt and tossing it away. He gives her a grin. “I don’t know if that’s less dirty or more dirty than taking us at once. Should we make a scale of where everything falls on our Dirty Scale? We could put up a whiteboard in the kitchen.”

That makes her grin. “I think it’s less dirty,” she says. “But still dirtier than what we’ve done so far for sure.”

And that seems to excite her.

“Oh, she’s ready,” Kane says, looking at Dash and me. “Look at how eager she is.”

“You were the last one to get me by yourself,” she tells Kane. “Maybe you should be the first to go now.”

Kane wastes no time in stripping off the rest of his clothes and kneeling on the couch between her legs.

I look at Dash. “Yeah, I think she’s ready. Our girl is feeling her power.”

Dash is watching her as if he has never seen anything more beautiful and like he’s never loved anything more. “Yeah, she is,” he says with pride.

And that is everything I need to see. His best friend is about to fuck the woman he’s falling in love with, and Dash is looking at them proudly.

“You two should do rock paper scissors for who gets to go second,” Kane says, running a hand up and down Abby’s body, playing with a nipple, then dipping between her legs, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking before leaning over and giving her a long kiss.

I look at Dash. “I’ll give you⁠—”

“I’ll go last,” he says before I even finish my offer.

I lift a brow.

He gives Abby a little half grin. “She’ll be all hot and wet and stretched out for me. I’m kind of a tight fit.”

She giggles, and I swear to God, I have never been more turned on in my life.

In part, it’s how happy my girl is. In part, it’s that this man, whom I’ve come to care for so much over the years, but who I worry about from time to time, is teasing, flirting, so clearly happy. Because of this girl.

I love them both so much at this moment because of what they’re doing for one another.

“You guys feel free to talk amongst yourselves,” Kane says. “But I have a gorgeous woman to fuck right now. If you’ll excuse me.”

He leans over and kisses her as he moves his hips, sliding into her deeply in one thrust.

Abby moans, lifting her hips, and wrapping her legs around him.