Page 92 of Three Hockey Hotties

I watch the blanket ripple as he obviously moves his hand again.

Her head falls back against his shoulder.

“What do you think, Lollipop?” he asks.

She nods. “Yes.”

Dash quickly reaches out and grabs the blanket, pulling it away from them.

As predicted, Kane’s hand is tucked completely inside Abby’s leggings.

When we got home, everyone changed into more comfortable clothes before dinner. She is wearing leggings, one of her oversized sweatshirts, and fuzzy socks. Her hair is up in a messy bun, and she looks relaxed and casual, like she’s settled in for the night at home.

I want this to be her home. I want her to be relaxed here.

I also want her to feel very well loved.

And she needs to be very well fucked here.

“Let’s get these off of you. We’ll keep you warm,” Kane says, shifting slightly.

“No,” I say shortly. I know he was about to help her take her pants off, but I don’t want him to move his hand.

“Keep your fingers exactly where they are,” I tell him. “Dash, take her pants off.”

“Happy to help,” Dash says, moving to kneel in front of her and reaching for the tops of her pants.

He blocks my view for a moment, but it’s worth it because when he stands again, Abby is naked from the waist down, her legs spread on either side of Kane's knees, his hand cupping her, one finger obviously buried deep in her pussy.

“Oh my God,” she moans softly.

Kane moves his finger in and out. “How’s the view?” he asks me.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” I say, trying to keep my cool and stay in my seat so I can direct what’s going to happen between the four of us.

This first time with us together is important. I want it to be amazing for her, and I know exactly what each of us needs.

I need to be in control of this. That’s where I am happiest, and I know these three trust me and are happy when I take charge and lead us all.

Kane needs to be sure that Abby is engaged the entire time, having fun, and getting the ultimate pleasure out of everything we do.

And Dash will want to be sure that she is well cared for, feeling loved, and safe the entire time.

Having them here with me doing this is freeing. I can be commanding, dominating even, with sweet Abby because I know these two will take care of her in ways I might not be as good at or might skip past. Not because I don’t care but simply because it’s not as natural. With them here, she will have absolutely everything she needs.

“Are you warm enough, sweet girl?” Dash asks, cupping her cheek.

It’s such a sweet gesture, considering the rest of what’s going on. Kane’s finger is moving deeper and faster now. He adds a thumb, strumming over her clit, and Abby’s hands are gripping the arms of the chair.

“So hot,” she manages.

“Let’s get you out of the sweatshirt,” Dash says, practically reading my mind.

She leans forward obediently, and Dash quickly strips the sweatshirt over her head, revealing that she is not wearing a bra underneath.

He cups her breast, playing with her nipple as she slumps back against Kane’s chest.

“Tell us if you get cold,” Dash tells her gruffly.