Page 102 of Three Hockey Hotties

Tonight she’s wearing a dress that Benjamin bought for her. It’s a pale pink and he called it a slip dress, whatever the hell that is. All I know is that it’s basically like a silk nightgown with thin straps that falls well above her knees. It’s a very tiny dress.

He gave her a blazer to wear over it because she’s not wearing a bra.

That was his requirement—no bra.

What has happened is that every time she moves, the soft fabric slides over her skin, teasing her nipples to firm peaks. I can see the outline of her breasts and sometimes, when she leans forward, I catch a glimpse right down the front of the dress.

The blazer is for public spaces. Here, in the private dining car, it’s just our very sexy girlfriend in a small, shifting, very sexy dress.

Benjamin drew the spot next to her tonight because we like to rotate, which means that motherfucker is going to have his hand up her dress at some point, stroking her to an orgasm in between courses.

“I love that dress, Lollipop,” I tell her. “I love you in that dress. Especially when you lean forward. I get a perfect view of those gorgeous tits.”

“I didn’t realize you could see down my dress,” she says, her cheeks turning pink in that way that I love so damn much.

We’ve learned with Abby it’s not from shyness. It’s arousal. She gets turned on by us so easily, it’s so incredible.

As is what she does now.

She intentionally leans forward, just to give me and Dash a glimpse of her bare breasts.

Dash growls. “Damn, girl. You are so sweet to show us your tits. Such a good girl wanting to please your men all the time.”

“Do I please you?” Abby asks. “That’s my favorite thing to do.”

My cock is instantly hard.

But it goes beyond that.

This is meant to be. She wants to please us, and we’ll move heaven and fucking earth for her.

This is real. This is the rest of our lives.

This is love.

And there is no reason not to say that.

Reaching across the table, I cover Abby’s hand with mine. “I love you, Abby,” I blurt out.

Abby sucks in her breath and her eyes widen.

“And Dash and Benjamin love you too,” I continue.

“Kane,” Benjamin says. He’s frowning at me.

“What? It’s true, isn’t it? Look me in the eye and deny that you’ve fallen in love with her.”

“I don’t deny it at all,” he says, firmly. He turns to Abby, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I love you, Abby. I’m absolutely in love with you. I just wish my idiot brother Kane would have let me say it first, all on my own.”

He has a valid point, but damn it, I can’t help myself.

“And you,” I say to Dash. “You love her too.”

Dash nods without hesitation. “I love Abby with all my heart.” He also makes eye contact with her. “I love you.”

It gives me a deep sense of satisfaction to hear my brother and my best friend’s agreement. They love Abby as deeply and fully as I do.

“I know I’m impulsive and I just blurt things out and I’m sorry if I spoke for you guys,” I say to them. “But it feels like we’re just hovering on the edge of something fucking incredible and I’m impatient and I want to be there now, with all of you.”