Page 29 of Hat Trick (Titans Hockey #1)

Luca looks goddamn feral - as if any moment he's going to leap from his chair and devour her. She relaxes just a fraction against me, but she's silent. She doesn't know what to say.

"Luca, what are you thinking about right now?"

"How fucking beautiful my future wife is." She looks away. Alright, maybe Luca was the wrong choice to start with. He always comes on too strong.

"What's your favorite part of her?"

He groans and palms his dick. "Fuck man, I can't pick just one. Her eyes, her lips, her smile, her breasts, her waist, her legs. Fuck, down to her big toe she's fucking perfection."

"Anything you hate about her?"

"Not a goddamn hair." She relaxes a fraction more.

"Luca..." She whispers his name in shocked awe.

Have they never told her how beautiful she is?

What the fuck have we been doing if we haven't been telling her and showing her every day how goddamn gorgeous she is?

Part of this is on us. Part of this is her ex.

But part of me is starting to think the men in her life have failed her for a long time.

I need to have a chat with Sammy about their dad .

"Carter?"

"How lucky I am... we are... that the first nanny I saw after I got Annie was Emily. How I couldn't imagine my life without her. How much better all of our lives are with her in them."

"Favorite things?"

"The way she makes me feel. How safe with her I feel, how seen, how...supported. I mean yeah, she's a complete and total bombshell, but her friendship means more to me than that." Her shoulders lower another inch and she leans more weight against me.

"What you hate about her?"

"I hate thinking that someone broke her before we got her. I don't know everything about her ex, but I hate that he's made her think she's anything other than amazing. I hate that we hadn't been there to protect her from that."

"Carter..." Emily breathes. Her hands fall away from her body, and she melts into me. Her hands come to rest on my thighs.

I move a stray lock of hair behind her ear and kiss her shoulder. She turns slightly to look up at me.

"And you?"

I smile. Good girl for asking for what you want.

"I'm thinking about how pretty you'd look on your knees.

I'm thinking about all the ways I want to take you and make you mine.

I'm thinking about punching in the face of the man who made you feel 'less than'.

" I run a trail of kisses up her shoulder to her neck to just behind her ear.

"My favorite things?" I whisper into the shell of her ear.

She's stopped breathing. "I love the scrape of my callouses over your soft skin.

" I show her by running my calloused hands up and down her thighs, her waist, her chest. "I love how there are three of us, but somehow you were made for us all.

You're Luca's settling down. You're Carter's confidante.

You're my siren." I run my hands up her ribs to just below the swell of her breasts.

"I hate that we can't be public with you. The public would never understand this. I hate that we travel so much for work that we can't be here to worship you the way you deserve. I hate that I have no idea what the future holds, so I can't promise you anything."

Her hands cover mine and she leans back on my shoulder so she can see me better. "Gabe..." It's a breathy prayer and I long to flip her over, sink into her tight heat and fuck her until she's dizzy. But that's not what she needs right now.

"Touch yourself." She tenses again, but not like before. "Touch yourself and see how quickly you can make three hot hockey players fall to their knees." I circle my fingers around her breasts, never quite giving her the pressure or touch she desires.

Tentatively, she lets her knees drop open. Both men opposite me groan as if they're in physical pain. Luca rakes his hand down his cock again, while Carter runs a hand down his face and bites his lower lip.

Encouraged by their reaction, Emily drops one hand slowly between her legs.

"Fuck."

"Christ."

Her knees drift further apart. She drags a finger through her wet heat experimentally, before circling her clit.

"Is this the way you touch yourself when you're alone and thinking of us?"

She nods. "In the shower." She adds. Fuck .

"You know you can't take a shower now without all three of us imagining you in there touching yourself. Every time you shower from now on we're all going to be hard."

Luca snorts. "Pavlov's shower."

In unison, he and Carter pull their dicks out of their sweatpants and start to stroke them. She gasps against me.

"You're a lucky girl." I croon, running my hands down her sides and around her hips. "They've got pretty dicks, don't they?"

I can't see her, but I can tell, she's biting her lower lip. "Mhm," she replies, continuing her slow torture on her clit.

"It seems to me they like looking at you, Ems. They like looking at you a lot.

" She doesn't reply. I can tell she's still at war with herself.

She can clearly see how much they want her, but she has years of thinking she's undesirable.

She'll be looking for some other explanation.

I need something else. Some sort of proof.

"Luca. When was the first time you jacked off thinking about her?"

"The first night she was here."

She whimpers. There we go.

"Carter?"

"I wanted to the first night, but it felt wrong. I lasted about a week, though." Emily shimmies against me and picks up speed on her clit. The boys follow suit.

"Do you want to know about me? I was so angry at you when you first came.

I was convinced you were going to ruin us all.

But the day you FaceTimed Carter in the gym?

Annie's first steps? I think that was it for me.

That's when I finally gave up trying to resist you - when I realized it was a losing battle.

" I press my hard cock, straining behind my boxer briefs into her lower back .

She whimpers again and speeds up.

I grip her hips a little tighter, encouraging her to rock her pelvis and her ass against me.

"Now, I probably jack off to the thought of you three times a day, like a fucking teenager." I grunt. "Are you going to come for us? Show us how beautiful you are when you come?" She whines, her head resting against the crook of my shoulder.

She's panting and mewling now. Fuck, I wish I was in Luca or Carter's seat so I could get a front row view of Em touching herself, but that would have to wait another day.

"Yeah, you are. And Carter and Luca are going to come in their hands because they can't control themselves watching you." I pinch both of her nipples hard and she screams, coming, cresting over the edge and arching against me.

"Jesus Fucking Christ." Carter pants, coming.

Luca simply shouts his release. Emily collapses against me, breathing heavy, a light sheen of sweat covering her body. I gently pick up her hand in mine and bring her fingers to my mouth. I slide her fingers between my lips before she gasps and twists to watch me.

"Fuuucccckkkk, Princess," I groan, my eyes rolling back in my head. "You taste fucking incredible." Her cheeks are flushed, her mouth slightly open in shock, but she's never been more beautiful.

"Do you get it now? Do you understand how amazing you are? I mean, I'm willing to get down on my knees if you don't." She looks at me thoughtfully, between looking at Carter, who's wiping one hand with a handful of tissues while Luca does the same.

She shakes her head. "I...I think I understand that you guys find me attractive..." she says carefully, trying to express her thoughts. "I just think...maybe I don't find myself attractive?" Fuck the douchebag who ever made her doubt herself.

We've made progress tonight. But it was only one night. It will take more for her to feel sexy herself. Tonight, I'm not sure how to make that happen, but I vow I'm going to try.

"You didn't come." She whispers, looking up at me.

"No, Princess." I say, kissing her hair. "But tonight was about you. I want fiery Emily. I want confident Emily. One that'll take a spanking and say 'please, sir, can I have some more'." I tease in a poor British accent. She snorts. I kiss her hair again.

"We'll get there. Spend the night with me?" I ask, kissing her lips now. She smiles and nods. The other two kiss her deeply before saying their 'goodnight's and leaving for their own rooms.

I turn off the lamp and pull her against me.

She comes willingly. I love sassy Emily, but I love submissive Emily, too.

Satiated, she complies easily. She rests her head in the hollow between my pec and my shoulder, one leg thrown over mine, while one hand rests on my bare chest. She idlily plays with my chest hair and I can't remember a time I've been more content.

"Thank you," she whispers, but it's almost a question.

I know what she's thanking me for, but I debate my response.

Fuck, I do this in hockey too. If the offense feigns left, do I follow, or rely on instinct?

Do I drop low or go high? Do I know this player enough to anticipate what his favorite side is?

I squish her head against my chest and stay quiet. She giggles quietly and sighs contentedly. There's no reason for her to thank me so I'm not going to give it a response. Emily's incredible. Wounded, but incredible. She just needs to be reminded of it.