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“In two days’ time.”

“And do you feel well? You mentioned back pain, fatigue…?”

“I feel fine.”

“So the results should be fine.” I reached for his face and cupped his cheeks. His blond stubble was soft on my palms. “But I’ll come with you, you shouldn’t go on your own.”

“I always offer,” Ben said. “But he always says no.”

“I don’t want him to miss practice,” Theo said to me more than Ben. “We gotta keep our spots on the team. There’s always young talent nipping at our heels, wanting to fill our skates, the little asswipes.”

“The day after tomorrow,” I said. “I’ll come with you, okay?”

Theo tipped his head and bit on his bottom lip. He drew his face closer to mine. “So that means you’re planning on staying…for a while?”

“Do you want me to?”

His eyes were deep blue, and in the dull light of the living room they were like the darkest part of the ocean; rich and mysterious and full of promise. “Hell yeah,” he said, “we both want you to stay around, don’t we, Ben?”

Ben pressed in close, and his warm lips touched my ear. “That would make us real fucking happy.”

Chapter Seventeen

My body fizzed with Theo’s and Ben’s nearness, and I was aware once again of the sheer physical power of hockey players. Their muscles weren’t just solid, they seemed to be permanently ready to spring into action. Their bodies were machines intent on winning, determined to be the best of the best.

And at this moment in time it seemed the Evans brothers wanted to win me and show me just how good they were.

Theo leaned even closer, and his lips pressed onto mine. They were warm and soft, and although gentle, held hot desire.

Ben stroked his finger down my neck then followed his touch with his lips.

A tremble of longing snaked over my skin and up my spine. My nipples hardened against my t-shirt, and despite having had an orgasm earlier, my pussy quivered with longing.

“We’re so glad you came into our lives,” Ben murmured. “That you ran from Steven and straight into our arms.”

“I’m glad you were there,” I managed. “So glad.”

Theo pressed me back so that I was resting on the sofa and he was hovering over me as we kissed.

Someone’s big hand squeezed my left breast. Another ran up the inside of my thigh, beneath my white skirt, and stroked over my knickers.

“Oh…fuck…” I muttered, spreading my legs a little wider. Yes, that was what I wanted. “Let’s fuck.”

“No, not yet,” Theo said. He looked down at the material of my skirt bunched around his wrist. “I have other plans first.” He licked his lips and nodded at Ben. “You gonna stay for this, bro?”

“As long as you haven’t got a problem with that.” Ben slid his hand to my other breast and cupped it.

Theo grinned at Ben and then at me. “Ready to be adored by us both?”

“If that…if that is…”

“Yeah, that’s what’s going to happen next.” Theo folded down to the floor onto his knees and found the top of my knickers. “So just enjoy, okay, we’ve got you.”

He tugged my underwear down and tossed them to one side, he then shoved my skirt higher so it was rucked at my waist. He urged my knees so wide I was totally exposed to him—my small patch of pubic hair, my pussy lips…my dampness.

“Ah, you are so pretty,” he murmured and kissed my inner thigh, near my knee, the soft stubble of his chin grazing my sensitive flesh.

My stomach tensed, and I fisted a cushion next to me. Was he going to do what I thought he was? If so, I was a happy bunny. Steven hadn’t enjoyed oral sex, or at least giving it, so it had been a long time.