Page 52 of Pucking the Team

I was sandwiched between them, surrounded by hot, rock-hard hockey gods, and when Ben kissed me again I let out a groan of desire.

“You taste so sweet,” Theo said into the shell of my ear. “So fucking sweet. And I wanna taste you all over.”

That sounded like a good plan. But a threesome? Was that what he was suggesting? I’d never done that before.

But something told me they had.

“I missed you today,” Theo murmured. “Hoped you weren’t too sad here on your own.”

“I wasn’t sad.” I reached behind myself and touched his jean-clad hip. “I’m relieved, I feel like I’ve had a close shave but survived. More than survived…oh, that feels nice, Theo.”

He was tracing the delicate patch of skin behind my ear with his mouth. Tremors of delicious sensation went over my scalp, and my heart rate picked up.

“We could make you feel more than nice,” Ben said onto my lips. “If that’s what you want.”

Theo pressed in closer, and I could feel a wedge of hardness against my butt. He was erect and ready for action.

“Oh…I…” I let my head fall back, and Ben kissed my throat.

Theo cupped my right breast and squeezed gently.

What was happening to me? I was ready to throw caution to the wind and indulge in all my carnal desires with barely a second thought.

Why the hell not, I deserved it.

A sudden bang echoed around the room, the front door slamming.

“Who is that?” I said, stiffening. I’d just been about to get down and dirty and the door was unlocked.

“Bonjour, it is me,” Eduardo called.

I wriggled from Ben’s arms and stepped away. I didn’t want a repeat of the expression on Eduardo’s face when he’d seen me in bed with Dylan.

“What?” Ben asked.

“It’s just…” I flapped my hand. “I think…lets park this up.” I glanced at the door.

“Fine by me.” Theo put his hand down his jeans and appeared to adjust himself. “But just so you know, I’ve got a very good memory for knowing exactly where I left off.”

The sexy sparkle in his eyes had my nipples tightening, and I hoped he was true to his word.

And then the most enormous bunch of red and white flowers appeared. They were so big I could hardly see Eduardo behind them, and he wasn’t a small guy.

“Ma choue, I have brought you the flowers of love to heal your aching heart.”

“Wow.” I cleared my throat and touched my lips. They were still tingling from Ben’s kisses. “They are beautiful, thank you.”

He set them on the island and grinned at me. “Not as beautiful as you.” He paused. “But you know that, right.”

I laughed, “It’s nice when you say it.” I kissed him on his freshly shaven cheek. “Thank you, that was very considerate.”

“Such a smoothie.” Ben rolled his eyes.

“Ah, you are just jealous.’ Eduardo set his hand on my waist as though to keep me near. “That you boys do not have a French drop of blood in your veins. French blood is that which makes a man romantic and truly appreciate a woman.” He sniffed the air. “The Frenchman in me also knows there is somethingdélicieuxbeing cooked.”

“Hopefully it will be.” I lightly touched his hand and moved to the oven, checked the potatoes again. “I just need to know how you all like your steaks.”

A few hours later, plates cleared and the guys all still complimenting the home-cooked meal, we sat on the large sofaand watched a rerun of a hockey game. Apparently, there were some goals I just had to see.