Page 58 of Three Hockey Hotties

I push Dash's hand away for a moment and strip her shirt off over her head. My friends both groan and she gasps.

Then I unhook her bra and toss it to the floor.

“And how about this?” I ask, my fingers going to the front of her pants.

She hesitates for one moment, her lower stomach sucking in, and then she nods.

I tug on the little string tied at the waistband. It gives, and I push the pants to the floor. Before she can step out of them, I grasp her waist and lift, turning to set her on the island.

Now the three of us are standing in front of her, with her almost naked.

“We’re not gonna fuck you tonight,” I tell her, making that decision for all of us. “But I think we all need to practice some… choreography.” I give her a little grin.

She returns it, and I think my heart might explode.

She nods. “That’s a great idea.”

Then she shocks and delights us by hooking her fingers in the top of her panties and wiggling back-and-forth to move them over her hips and down her legs.

“Jesus Christ,” Ben says roughly.

Dash just makes a growly grunting sound.

I give her a huge grin. “Lollipop, you are the perfect woman.”

Her cheeks are pink, but she smiles back at me. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is so unlike me.” Her gaze flutters over us. “I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. It’s you three.”

Benjamin presses close. “Damn right.”

Not surprisingly, she dips her head slightly as she looks up at him, a sweet, slightly submissive gesture. “I’ve never made out on a kitchen island before.”

He reaches out and puts a big hand on her thigh, stroking up and down. “What do you want, Abby?” His voice is low and gravelly.

“Just for you all to touch me.”

He shakes his head. “You want to come, don’t you?”

Her brows arch, and her eyes go wide.” I–um—I…” Her cheeks are bright red.

Benjamin leans in and puts his mouth against her ear, dragging his hand a little higher. “We can make you feel good in lots of ways, but our ultimate goal is absolute pleasure. I would hate to touch and kiss and lick you all over and get you all worked up and not give you that ultimate release.”

She squirms a little where she’s sitting, and I wonder if she even realizes it.

“I… guess,” she manages.

“Are you going to let us make you come, Abby?” Benjamin asks. His hand is now resting in the crease between her hip and thigh. His big fingers are right near her pussy.

I watch as she licks her lips and tips her head closer to his mouth. “Okay,” she says.

“As much as I want it, I don’t want you to let it happen unless you want it,” he tells her, dragging his mouth down her neck.

Goosebumps break out over her skin, and her nipples tighten.

“Of course I want that,” she finally admits.

I tear my gaze away from them somehow and glance at Dash.

I don’t think I have ever seen my friend hold himself so tightly.