Page 80 of Three Hockey Hotties

KANE

“That was the worst game of my entire career,” I say cheerfully, grabbing a fully loaded nacho to my mouth. “It’ll take me weeks to live this down.”

“Really?” Abby says. “Kane, I’m so sorry. Just one of those nights?”

I chew and swallow, eyeing Abby across the table at the pub with a grin. “I was distracted, Lollipop. In the best way possible.”

“I distracted you?” Abby asks, sounding dismayed. “Kane, no, that’s terrible!”

“It was you wearing my number. It was so fucking hot it was all I could think about.”

“Then I shouldn’t come to any more games,” Abby says firmly. “This is your career, Kane.”

Well, fuck, that backfired on me. “No, that is not what I meant. I want you there. At every single home game.”

“He was just teasing you, gorgeous,” Dash says, squeezing the top of Abby’s hand. She’s sitting between me and Dash at the round table. “He’s had much worse games than this one. Tons of terrible games that are really fucking embarrassing. Ignore him.”

“Hey,” I frown at my best friend. “Harsh.”

The corner of his mouth turns up. Dash isn’t known for jokes, but I realize he’s messing with me right now. He also doesn’t want Abby to feel bad.

I turn to Abby. “Dash is right. I have had worse games. I was just messing around. It felt great to have you there, honestly. I could feel your support and that meant so much to me.”

“But I don’t want to be the reason you don’t play your best.” Abby bites her bottom lip. “Though I really like wearing your number.”

“I love you wearing my number.” Just seeing her in my jersey now has me getting hard under the high-top table.

Reaching under it, I rest my hand on Abby’s knee. She stiffens a little at the unexpected touch but then her knees fall apart so that her leg is closer to me. I stroke on the inseam of her jeans, midway between her knee and her sweet, sweet pussy.

God, I can’t wait to be inside her.

Just the weight of my hand on her thigh seems to relax her. Those shoulders come down and the little worry lines she gets between her eyes let go.

“I don’t know much about hockey,” Abby’s friend Sadie says, “but two goals doesn’t seem like a terrible game to me, Abby. I think he’s trying to get sympathy from you.”

That would have been an excellent strategy if I’d thought of it.

Then again, no way do I want our girl feeling sorry for me.

“Next game I’ll pull off a hat trick in your honor,” I vow to Abby. “You can wear Dash’s number.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Dash says. “You can rotate for us.”

“That’s seriously such a hot idea,” Sadie tells Abby.

I really like Abby’s best friend, and not just because she seems inclined to encourage her to jump headfirst into a poly relationship with us. I like Sadie because she’s sunny and optimistic and seems like she knows how to have a good time. So, similar to me.

“I told Abby she looks good in Mutts gear,” Benjamin says, his voice even but his eyes telling a whole different story.

It’s an innocuous statement but Abby blushes, probably because my brother is currently eye fucking her.

He’s already fucked Abby and he wants to again as soon as possible. That’s clear.

So does Dash.

I know they both want to get her naked together and make her every desire and fantasy come true. They’d said as much to me, and we’ve said as much to Abby together.

But they’re waiting so that I can close with Abby first.