Page 8 of Puck Me With Your Best Shot (Playing the Puck #13)

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Kameron

“ H ere’s to a great group of women and the men who love us.” Maggie’s toast is met with a round of lively cheers and glasses raised high, as the women at the table I’ve come to know nod in agreement.

Maggie owns the yoga studio in town, Love Yourself Long Time. I’ve taken a few of her classes. She’s a great instructor, if you can get past all the sexy hockey players who take her classes. It’s a good thing most of the players are already taken.

But the strange thing about it is, they share one woman.

Maggie has Zander, Owen, and Reece, all of whom play for the Poseidon, and they watch her every move during yoga classes, like she’s going to run away from them.

Even though everyone can tell she’s hopelessly in love with them, just as they are with her.

Aubree, the local goat farmer, has Kyson, River, and Bowen—also Poseidon players—wrapped so tightly around her little finger that they herd her goats to Maggie’s studio twice a week for goat yoga.

Briella’s group of guys isn’t as surprising as the rest. She’s a figure skater training for the Olympics, and her guys—Blade, Atlas, and Ivan—who also play Poseidon, rarely leave her side.

They stay hours after their own practices to watch Briella during hers, since the practice arena doubles as an Olympic training center.

The two that do surprise me are Lenni, the team’s female goalie, and Wynn, the team’s head coach.

Being the first female goalie on an all-male team must be stressful, but Lenni has the support of the team’s owners in more ways than one.

It seems Lenni fought her attraction to Daylen, Raiden, and Kepler — the three brothers who own the Iowa Poseidon — for as long as she could before they finally wore her down.

She was worried that people might think she had used her connections to secure the starting position. But after watching her play for the first time, I can confidently say that's not true. She’s incredible on the ice. Pucks almost never get past her.

Wynn’s love life is just as tied to the team as everything else. But as the head coach, she also struggled with her attraction to three players: King, Maximus, and Monk. Luckily, everything worked out for her as well.

However, I still find it hard to wrap my head around dating three guys at once. But after going out with these women for our weekly girls’ night out over the past three months, I’m starting to see the appeal, even though I still feel like the odd one out when they start talking about their men.

One crazy night, after we went roller skating, since we usually go to random places for girls’ night, we went out for pizza, and I shared my experience with three guys. I was nervous to talk about it at first, but when they started laughing and joking about it, I was glad that I did.

Looking at my situation from their perspective was the wake-up call I needed to realize it wasn’t my fault and I shouldn’t feel bad about anything that happened during that time or my choice to leave Greg to cover an apartment he couldn’t afford, which was also surprising.

Initially, when Greg said he couldn’t afford to pay for the apartment himself, I was doubtful because I knew his income. Later, I found out he was paying those guys to have sex with him. It seems that a psychiatrist should realize he is the one with intimacy issues if he’s paying for sex.

“How did you manage to escape your men this time?” I ask, lowering my glass, needing a distraction from my thoughts of Greg.

“You’re kidding, right?” Maggie raises an eyebrow and glances around the room.

I follow her gaze, taking in the 80s-themed bar that’s our chosen hangout for tonight. It’s really cute with all the nostalgic video games, decor, and 80s-themed drinks. Even the TVs are playing classic 80s movies, not to mention the '80s karaoke that we plan to join later tonight.

“I’m not kidding. I’m just surprised, the way you talk about your men, I would have thought they would be standing guard over you all night.” Everyone at the table bursts out laughing, leaving me as the odd man out once again.

“Take a closer look," Aubree coaxes. “Do you notice anything about the guys playing those video games, trying to look interested in them? Or how about the guys hanging around the karaoke station trying not to look this way? Or what about the group of guys sitting at the bar blatantly staring at our table?”

I look closer at all the guys in the bar and notice they are all my friends' boyfriends.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them caught wind of where we were going tonight and bought out the entire place so we wouldn’t get hit on by random guys,” Maggie says as everyone’s eyes shift to Briella.

She squirms in her seat before finally admitting her defeat. “They forced it out of me.” She says in a rush. “They said they would withhold sex for a week if I didn’t tell them.”

“And you believed them?” Wynn questions, suspicion clear on her face.

“Well, no. But they promised to give me at least three orgasms a day for a month if I told them. How could I say no?” She shrugs, a sly smile playing across her mouth.

“Like any of them would withhold sex from us.” Lenni snorts at her best friend, Briella. “It’s hard to get a moment to ourselves with three guys always sniffing around.” Lenni’s words sound like she is serious, but with her smirk, I know she’s just teasing.

The table erupts in laughter again. I join in as my eyes scan the room and the guys I’ve come to know watching their women enjoy themselves at their expense.

The laughter dies in my throat as I lock eyes with Ledger, Bryer, and Colsen, realizing that the only guys in the bar who aren’t working here are all dating someone at our table, and my heart sinks.

“Are we missing someone? “Everyone else stops laughing as they each give me a look of confusion, so I clarify. “You know, is there a new girl joining our group tonight?” I can’t take my eyes off Ledger, Bryer, and Colsen. I hope no one notices.

I’ve tried so hard to keep things professional between us that I’ve hidden from them over the last two weeks. I haven’t been this close to Ledger, Bryer, or Colsen since the day I did their physicals two weeks ago.

That day, I left the hockey arena with soaked panties, then spent the rest of the night shut in my bedroom with a vibrator stuffed in all three holes, wanting to see how it would feel being filled by all three of them at once.

Unfortunately, my vibrators didn’t measure up to the size of each one of them, as I recall from the feel of them in my hands during their physicals.

I blame my new friendships with women who embrace a relationship with more than one guy at a time.

“If you’re wondering whether Ledger, Bryer, and Colsen are sharing a woman, you’ll need to ask them.

As far as I know, our men wouldn’t let anyone who wasn’t already taken or interested in someone who wasn’t taken attend one of our events,” Wynn says.

“It’s okay if you’re attracted to all three of them.

” She places her hand on mine and gives it a little squeeze. “You’re in good company.”

I’m not interested in them. Am I?

The truth hits me as I watch them, standing at the bar, talking with the team owners as if they belong to this elite group, unlike me, who feels like a fraud.

“I don’t know. They’re so much younger than I am.”

“Stop being such a wet blanket, and let yourself have some fun for once. Even if it doesn’t last, at least you’ll know you did something for yourself without worrying about what everyone else thinks.

Speaking of not caring. Watch this.” Maggie stands, the bracelets adorning her wrist jingling softly as she makes her way across the bar to the karaoke DJ, to where her men have gathered.

She whispers something to the DJ before taking a spot on stage. The music starts to play, and I instantly recognize the song, as do Zander, Owen, and Reece, judging by the scowls on their faces.

Maggie barely makes it through the first part of the song as she sings about touching herself.

When she gets to the very suggestive oohs and aahs, Zander, Owen, and Reece rush the stage.

Zander lifts her up and throws her over his shoulder as they stomp out of the bar, with a laughing Maggie waving goodbye to us over his shoulder.

“Well, that was interesting. Should we have another round of virgin Totally Rad margaritas?" Aubree lifts her hand and signals for the waiter, only to be pulled into her own group of men’s arms and led out of the bar.

“Looks like the purge has begun.” Wynn snatches her purse from the table and rushes toward the front door before she’s hoisted over one of her guys' shoulders. She glances back at the three hockey players stalking her, with a smile as if she’s enjoying the chase, leaving me with only Lenni and Briella, which I doubt will last much longer.

“It’s a good thing our purge doesn’t involve death," Briella squeals as her men latch onto her and carry her out of the bar.

“What about you?" I ask as I turn toward Lenni. “Are you ready for your men to sweep you off your feet?" I can’t hide the jealousy in my voice.

If only I could get past my age hangup with Ledger, Bryer, and Colsen, I could be getting my own happy ending tonight.

“They know better than to pull that caveman shit with me.” Just as she says the words, Daylen, Raiden, and Kepler approach our table.

“Are you ready to go home, Elenna?” Kepler holds out his hand to Lenni.

“Elenna?” I ask.

Lenni’s cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink.

“It’s my real name. But they are the only ones who call me by it.

” She takes Kepler’s hand and offers me an apologetic smile as she mouths sorry over her shoulder while being led to the front door by all three of them, each one touching some part of her body as they walk away.

Great, left alone in the bar with the employees and Ledger, Bryer, and Colsen is not how I expected this night to go. It’s time to go home anyway.

I scoot my chair back and start to stand when a pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind, lifting me off the seat and into a warm, firm embrace.

“What the fuck?” The words slip out of my mouth as I twist my body to see who’s holding me, when I already know it can only be one of three people.

Ledger and Bryer move to stand in front of me, meaning Colsen is the one holding me in his arms. “What the fuck is, we are taking a page out of their playbook and kidnapping you.” The heated look Bryer gives me causes my panties to become instantly wet.

My fight-or-flight response kicks in, but then I realize I don’t want to run away or fight. Instead, I want them to take me home and ravish me, even if just for one night. I’ll worry about the consequences of my actions later.

And that is how I found myself naked between three guys, realizing Greg was right when it came to being the meat in a male sandwich.