Page 76 of Three Hockey Hotties

“Goddammit,” he mutters, stopping suddenly.

I frown and open my mouth, but he asks, “Did Dash fuck you well, sweet girl?”

Oh, he likes bringing the other guys into it too. I love that. “Yes,” I manage breathlessly. “So well.”

“He’s the one who will always make sure we’re gentle and caring. Himself, but us too. If we go too hard or try something you’re not ready for he’ll hold us back.”

I arch both brows. That feels right, but why are we talking about that now? I nod. “He’s so sweet. And tuned in.”

“Especially to you and me and Kane.”

I swallow. “I like that.”

I’m aware that Benjamin is still buried deep, rock hard. But he’s not moving.

“And Kane will make sure it’s fun and playful and that you laugh,” he says. “Even during the hottest times.”

Oh, now I get where this is going. I tighten my thighs around him. “I look forward to learning how Kane is in the bedroom,” I say, my tone teasing. I know I’m going to have sex with Kane. I know that Benjamin knows that too. Bringing it up at this moment might seem strange, but it also fits somehow.

“So do I,” Benjamin says, intense heat in his gaze.

“And you?” I ask, tightening my pelvic muscles around his cock.

His breath hisses out.

“I’ll be sure you still feel us all twenty-four hours later.”

I suck in a quick breath, then nod. “Sounds like the perfect combination.”

“We will be,” he says, promise thick in his words and tone. “But it’s just me right now.”

“I know. And I’m good with that.”

“Well, you might actually have to deal a little bit more with the feeling it tomorrow and less with the laughing and caregiving,” he admits. “Thought I could do it all. But you’re too fucking tight, and hot, and perfect. And I’m just me. And I’m not perfect at all.”

I smile at him and run my hands up his back and into his hair, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Then I say against his mouth, “Fuck me your way, Benjamin. I want you exactly how you are.”

He growls low and deep, and then his hips start moving.

At first, it’s slow, but definitely deeper than before. But it’s only a few strokes before he picks up the pace with a groan and is soon pounding into me.

And I love every single stroke.

“Jesus, Abby. Fuck.”

His arms collapse, and he scoops his hands under my ass, tilting my pelvis.

“Fuck. I can’t. You’re so good. You gotta come for me, Abby,” he says in short, breathless pants.

It might be the new angle, but I suspect it’s more the fact that I’m making this man lose control that suddenly sends me spinning toward an orgasm.

I grip his shoulders, arching my back and crying out, “Oh yes, Benjamin!”

The climax overtakes me, my pussy clamping down around him, stars exploding behind my eyes as heat and pleasure cascade through my body.

I hear Benjamin shout my name and then feel him tense as he comes, flooding my body with his release.

Everything seems to stand still for several seconds, and then on a long exhale, he sags against me before rolling to the side and bringing me against his chest. One big hand cups my ass possessively, the other cups the back of my head.