Page 83 of Three Hockey Hotties

“Kane,” she moans. “Shouldn’t we wait?”

Even as she says it, she’s lifting her hips and rubbing herself against my hand.

“No. I want to see if you’re wet for me, Lollipop.”

“I am,” she assures me, nodding vigorously.

Easing beneath her panties, I cup her sex and slip a finger deep inside her. That slick heat that welcomes me makes me moan.

“Our sweet girl tells the truth,” I tell Benjamin, who has turned to watch us. His eyes are trained on Abby’s inner thighs, where my finger is pumping in and out of her pussy. “How long have you been wet?” I ask her, turning a little so I can study her expression, watch the way her eyelids drift closed briefly when I hook a finger inside and tease at her G-spot.

“I’ve been wet since you scored that second goal and I heard a woman behind me say that you’re hot. When I turned and looked she was gorgeous and all I could think was that I get to be with you and it made me so, so wet.”

“I love everything about that.” I ease my finger out of her.

“Kane,” she protests. “Why isn’t your finger inside me?”

“Give me a second and I’ll be right there, filling you up, Lollipop, I promise.” I tug on her jeans. “Lift your foot up. Ben, help me out here.”

“You’re taking my jeans off in the car?”

She sounds both scandalized and excited.

“The jersey will cover you if a car pulls up next to us, but it’s really too dark for anyone to see you. I need you half naked now to save time when we get home.”

Using both my hands, I maneuver her jeans down over her hips, leaving her seat belt intact. At the same time, Benjamin slips off her shoes, then grips the hem of her jeans and tugs the legs off. In a matter of a minute, we have the pants off of her.

Goosebumps raise on her legs. “Cold? Dash, turn up the heat.”

She shakes her head. “I’m not cold.” Then she looks outside. “How close are we to the house?”

That makes me chuckle. “Two minutes out. Are you feeling as impatient as I am?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get your panties off too.”

Flipping the jersey up I can see she’s wearing plain cotton panties in hot pink. Girls’ night underwear. I love that her wardrobe is filled with pink and red. It’s like Valentine’s Day every fucking day with her.

Once they’re down to her knees, Benjamin takes over and removes them the rest of the way. He lifts them to his nose for a brief second.

Shifting the jersey up under Abby’s breasts, I take her knee and spread her legs. “Oh, yeah, pretty girl. Now that’s a perfect little pussy, isn’t it? Benjamin, can you see this?”

I spread her apart and slick up my finger, drawing it out and holding it up. “Look at this soaking wet little cunt.”

Abby whimpers, her hips moving restlessly. “Kane,” she pleads. “Finger. Now.”

“That is definitely a wet pussy,” Benjamin agrees. “Your finger is all wet, Kane, thanks to our girl.”

I hear Dash make a sound low in his throat. Driving has to be killing him right now. He’s missing this glorious fucking view.

That’s obvious the way he takes the turn into the driveway hard. The garage door isn’t even fully up before he has the SUV going under it. Instinctively, I put my arm in front of Abby even though she’s still wearing her seat belt right before he hits the brakes.

But even in his eagerness, Dash is mindful of Abby’s safety. It’s not a hard braking. Once he has the SUV in park, he turns and takes in Abby with her legs spread wide, naked from the waist down.

I give her a kiss, sweeping my tongue over hers. “Let’s demonstrate for Dash, Lollipop. Just like we did for Benjamin.”

Abby cries out in pleasure when I push two fingers inside of her. Followed instantly by frustration when I lift them to show Dash the slick moisture coating my fingers.