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Five Years Later

"T hat's it. Just like that." I cheer for the group of six-year-olds I'm teaching to ice skate.

According to Blade, Atlas, and Ivan, I'm kind of a legend around here. It's not everyone who can say their children were taught how to figure skate by an Olympic gold medalist who is also married to three of the reigning Stanley Cup Champions.

I dismiss the class, waiting for the last of the parents to pick up their child before skating over to my men as they set up for their own practice.

"You're not making this little one too dizzy by showing those kids how to properly do a camel spin are you?" Atlas places a hand on my still flat stomach.

"I'm barely pregnant. Besides we have to start our kids young if we want them to be champions." I'm only teasing but Blade, Atlas, and Ivan all stop what they are doing to scold me.

"You know we talked about that. We said we weren't going to pressure them into doing anything they didn't want to do."

"Atlas is right. Or children will have a say in their lives unlike the four of us." Blade adds as Ivan nods in agreement.

"Chill out." I roll my eyes. "I was just kidding."

"Oh, you were, were you?" Blade raises an eyebrow, and I know that look in his eyes.

I glance between Ivan and Atlas and see the same look on their faces and know this isn't going to end well.

"Remember I'm pregnant. You can't just throw me over your shoulder and take me home to ravish me." I say, skating backwards away from them, but secretly I want them to catch me.

"Looks like we're going to have to remind her what happens to little girls who tease their husbands."

A squeal escapes my lips as I spin around to make a run for it, or in my case a skate for it. But my figure skating skills are no match for their hockey moves as they effortlessly capture me. Well, I might have had a little something to do with getting caught.

"Now that we've caught her what should we do with her?" Ivan asks, his tone playful.

"I for one think she needs her ass spanked for teasing us."

"Atlas is right." Blade says, "But I think she needs to feel our cock deep in her sassy mouth."

Yes, please.

The spell is broken when a group of elementary kids arrive on the ice for hockey practice my husbands are coaching. "Looks like I'll have to take a raincheck on the spanking." I smirk.

"'Don't worry, we plan to cash it in tonight." Blade pulls me close and kiss my lips. "I love you." He whispers against my lips.

"I love you too." I whisper back.

"My turn." "Atlas spins me away from Blade and into his arms for a kiss. "I love you." He says breaking the kiss.

"I love you, too."

He smiles, as Ivan takes my hand, turning me to face him, "I love you." He says right before his lips touch mine.

"I love you, too." I say against his lips before he takes the kiss deeper.

"Gross. They're at it again." One of the hockey kids yells loud enough for everyone to hear causing the parents to laugh.

Blade's father was wrong. People are accepting of our lifestyle. We've made great friends. And considering most of the team have paired off into groups of four sharing one woman, we would be out of place it we didn't do the same.

"I guess I should let you get on with practice. But hurry up because I can't wait for you to take me home and puck me like you do."

-The End-

Puck Me Home Tonight

Lenni

Playing professional hockey has always been my dream. Thanks to the Iowa Poseidon Hockey team, I'm the second female hockey player in the NHL and the first female goalie.

What better way to celebrate than at the new nightclub in my new town? How about meeting three of the hottest guys I have ever seen at the nightclub and going home with them for our own private celebration.

It was a fantasy night that will live in my memories forever—or so I thought until I come face to face with the three team owners of the Iowa Poseidon, who just happen to be my fantasy men that gave me the best night of my life.

I try to keep our working relationship professional on and off the ice. But what's a girl to do when all she can think about is that night and the desire to beg them to Puck Me Home Tonight?

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