Chapter 4

There's one great thing about going to bed with two sexually insatiable professional athletes.

And that would be, waking up with two sexually insatiable professional athletes. 

I’d expected them to go back home to their wives after we’d been at the rink but Kev seemed in a particularly good mood, too energetic to send home to Katie so we’d gone to True Confections for desert and Kess ordered the biggest piece of cake I’d ever seen in my life and it wasn’t even to share. 

Just sitting between them eating my chocolate cake with Grand Marnier mousse, listening to them talk about their teammates, about last year and this year and their kids was an eye opener. They held nothing back, like they’d known me forever and it was okay to tell me all their secrets. I was honoured. I also fell a little in love with each of them. 

Then I’d thought they’d sneak home to their own beds, to kiss their kids goodnight and hug their wives. I was wrong then too.

I think it was Ryan who suggested round two. I almost wanted to groan. I was a little tender and by then a little tired but I wasn’t sure of myself enough to send them home if they wanted to come home with me. I just hadn’t expected them to stay.

I awoke in the midst of a mind numbing orgasm with Juice's head between my thighs and had no time to gather my wits before Kes nudged him aside and rang my bell again.

Neither of them seemed in much of a hurry to leave so we played around in the shower, ate some breakfast, and finished the morning watching the Dolphins take on the Giants. It was the first time I had ever enjoyed a football game in my life. Of course, I watched most of it either upside down or with my face pressed against the couch cushions...,good times.

Kevin checked out first, dragging me to the door for a goodbye kiss that curled my toes. "I'm gonna request a key," he announced with a wink and then closed the front door behind him.

I floated back to the living room and collapsed next to Kes who lifted his arm so I could snuggle in close. We had a brief tussle over possession of the remote while he pretended not to hear his cell phone ringing again, as it had been nearly all night. It never occurred to any of us to turn the damned thing off.

Now, he sighed heavily and spoke softly, lips moving against the crown of my head. "She wasn't always like this, you know."

“Well I think I can understand, especially since she used to me, which you could have warned me about by the way,” I reminded him, digging my elbow into his ribs. He pretended it hurt. I’ve seen the beatings he regularly takes out on the ice. I didn’t believe him but I didn’t say so either. 

“She’s got to learn,” he shrugged. I thought he was going to leave it at that but then he sighed and leaned over to press his lips to my cheek. “She’s my baby momma and I love her but this is part of the job too and she knows it. We tried to go without and Juice’s balls nearly exploded from lack of use.” I snickered at the visual in my head but he had a serious point and so I asked what I’d been dying to ask since Holly had picked me out at the bar.

“So...this is like a perk? Like a bonus cheque or overtime pay?” Ryan smirked and then shrugged. 

“Yeah kinda I guess. I mean...well put it this way, guys that do this, professional athletes have a kind of high testosterone count or whatever which means we have energy to burn, plus we tend to be kind of risk takers but we have all these clauses in our contract about no bungee jumping, sky diving, rock climbing, y’know, shit that gets your rocks off so...sex is a kind of safer outlet and we could be picking up pucks at a bar but the league in its infinite wisdom decided paying one or two women per team is cheaper than paying out for a whole lot of penicillin and DNA tests.” The explanation made perfect sense so I shrugged, cuddled into his side and did my best to ignore the fact that his phone was ringing again. 

I was going to have avoid his wife for like...ever.

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I was pretty sure that I had over packed but it was my first road trip with the team, we were going to be gone for over two weeks and even after receiving a "check list" helping hand from Holly, I still didn't feel prepared. 

Nevertheless, I was on the plane and strapped in, ready to fly the friendly skies on the team shuttle.

The fact that I was a terrible flier never came up during the interview process and I hadn’t really been able to get my head around the whole having sex with a whole team of guys so I hadn’t given it much thought, until now.

"Can I switch you seats?" The voice above me totally caught me off guard since I was studiously reading every word of the pamphlet marked "safety features" I'd pulled from the seat in front of me. 

 

"Huh?" 

Chris made an apologetic face and tapped the seat number identified on the overhead compartment. "It's ridiculous, I know. But there are very few superstitions I'm a slave to and unfortunately for you, this is one of them."

Right. Naturally. 

"Um... sure, yeah." Because we hadn't taken off yet, I was just about confident enough that moving around the cabin wouldn't throw off the balance of the plane and stepped into the aisle so that he could have the window seat. 

"Thanks," he grinned and immediately reclined the seat, stretching out. 

My phobia let up long enough for me to appreciate the view and I found myself staring at the sliver of skin that was showing above the waistband of his black pants the one with a ripple of his crazy toned abs but with the goody trail that had ‘Follow the Yellow Brick Road’ playing in my head. That one inch of skin had me distracted long enough to forget that I had planned to request a lifejacket from the flight attendant. 

"'Scuse me, Penny," a warm hand settled on the curve of my hip and I glanced up to see Alex Edler smiling shyly at me, trying to edge past. 

"Oh! Sorry!" I immediately plopped down next to Higgy and fastened my seat belt, anxious to get in the air despite how much I hated it. 

I forced myself to concentrate on other things since I couldn't keep staring at Chris without looking like a complete cock starved loony tune. The guys were all on board and settling down so the cabin door was being sealed. 

As we began to taxi along the runway I could have proudly reported to anyone interested that there were 40 windows on the left side of the plane and 43 on the right. And 14 dents in the ceiling. 11 scuff marks on the overhead bin doors. And it was approximately 7 feet to my closest emergency exit. 

Before I actually hyperventilated, I closed my eyes and attempted to take some deep breaths. At least with my eyes closed, if I passed out due to lack of oxygen, people would just assume I was sleeping until I finally came back around which I’ve been told involves flailing, gasping and sometimes punching the person closest to me. I was just thinking about whether or not I had the breath to warn him when warm, strong fingers slid across my hand and peeled the armrest free of my white-knuckled grip. 

My eyes shot open to see Chris watching me thoughtfully as he laced our fingers together lightly.

"You could have said something," he murmured under the roar of the engines. 

I didn't bother trying to act as if I didn't know what he was talking about. From experience, I knew that I was probably as pale as paste and wide eyed in a completely unattractive way. "It's not so bad."

The expression on his face was so disbelieving that it made me chuckle. 

"Really," I said. "It's only for takeoffs and landings. I don't handle those too well."

"Take offs and landings," he repeated slowly. 

"And turbulence," I admitted. "And air pockets. Or cross winds." And long flights and short flights in small crafts... but I decided that he didn't need to know all of that stuff. "I'll be fine in a few minutes once I find something to take my mind off of the fact that we're in the air."

Chris thought about that and then nodded slightly. "What helps?" I had a vision of him and I and the do not disturb sign on the bathroom but remembered that we were supposed to stay belted in our seats, at least until we achieved some ridiculous height above the earth that I really didn’t want to think about right at that moment.  

"This," I gave him a strained smile and held up our joined hands, "physical contact. Usually on commercial flights I take a pill or enjoy some baby bottles of booze. But I promise, I'll be fine in no time. I probably won’t puke on you.” He raised an eyebrow and aimed that panty melting smile of his at me and my tension eased, just a smidge. 

“Try and aim it at the seat in front of you, Lappy needs a haircut anyway,” he said, in a stage whisper that resulted immediately in Max turning around and pulling one of his ear buds out.

“I heard my name,” he said, levelling his gaze at me in a way that made it clear he was imagining me out of the knee length chocolate sheath dress I was wearing. Normally when a guy looks at me like that I have the urge to smack them with my purse but when Max did it, it made me grin and think about climbing over the seat and unbuttoning the pale blue dress shirt that was just about holding together at the seams across his shoulders. 

“It’s those voices in your head again,” Chris deadpanned which only made Max roll his eyes and turn back to me. 

“Anytime you’re ready chérie, you just let me know, ça va?” I had no doubt it would be soon and nodded, wondering just how small the bathroom would be in a private charter like this and if there was any possibility that there would be room for three. 

“There,” Chris said, lifting our enjoined hands and pressing his lips to the back of mine. 

“There?” I asked, looking around. 

“We lifted off. You said take offs and landings were what worried you. We’re climbing. You good now?” I glanced out the window. He was right. I hadn’t even felt it. I turned back to him and nodded, a big, dumb grin on my face. “Good,” he smiled and went to drop my hand. I didn’t want him to and held on. “I’m gonna need my hand back, to turn the pages in my book,” he pointed out but I shook my head. 

“Statistically this is one of the worst times in a flight, this is when a lot of planes go down, just after takeoff,” I pointed out and he rolled his eyes but kept smiling. He had a really nice, warm, easy smile. 

“Okay scaredy-cat. What’s gonna help? Gum? Tranquilizer dart?” 

“Do you have one of those?” I asked and he laughed. 

“No, but I’ll tell you what. I’ll tell you about the time I helped my brother kick this perp’s ass in Times Square if it’ll help?” I nodded eagerly and he heaved a sigh and then sat back. “Okay, so this wino had mugged this old lady....”

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I could have listened to Higgy talk about his family for a week. He was obviously proud of them and I somehow it added to his All American boy next door charm to now that his family was in uniform. Men in uniform, any uniform apparently, is a particular weakness and as I sat there, listening to his stories, I started to picture him in a Fireman’s calendar, all bare-chested with those crazy abs of his on display but that lead me to thoughts of wanting to play with his hose and then I stopped hearing him talk and started just staring.

“Um...earth to Penny?” he laughed, snapping his fingers in front of my face. I blinked, startled, and realized I’d been staring at his package, openly, and lifted my hand to touch my mouth, to see if I’d actually been drooling. 

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, partially embarrassed and partially...well...not. 

“You were like...a thousand miles away,” he said and I made a face. 

“Not really. Only about a hundred feet...if that,” I replied quietly, sneaking a look down the aisle to see if the occupied light was on. “Have you ever...y’know?” I asked, looking back at him and then tilting my head meaningfully up the aisle. He followed my gaze and then blushed, crimson, right to the tips of his ears.

“No,” he replied firmly and stared straight ahead. 

“So how ‘bout it?” I asked, giving him what I thought was a playful nudge. He grimaced, as if I could possibly have even made a dent in his wall of muscles and shook his head. 

“I don’t think that would be a good idea,” he grumbled and kept staring straight ahead. I blinked, not sure I could have heard him right. 

“I can be quiet,” I promised, keeping my voice low. “It’s not like I’m gonna scream so loud the whole plane will hear, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I realized as I said it that it might have been a lie, considering Kess’s warning about Higgy’s endowment but decided I would do my best, bite on a towel if I had to.

“I mean no...I don’t want to,” he growled and then shot me a sideways glance that made me sit back in my seat, as if he’d pushed me there, as if he’d slapped me.  

“Fine,” I mumbled, hurt and a little crestfallen. “It was just an idea.” I pulled a magazine out of my bag and turned so he couldn’t see my face. I felt like a big ‘denied’ sticker had been put on my forehead or a rejected stamp had been slammed across my face. I wanted a giant hole to open up in the side of the plane and suck me out. 

“We’re gonna land soon anyway,” he said a little less tersely. 

“Whatever,” I mumbled, snapped my magazine open and pretended to read. 

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“Can I help you with your bags demoiselle?” I nodded and let Max pull my bag and his as we headed towards the entrance of the hotel. I’d intentionally sat at the back of the bus, with the trainers and other staff, away from the guys, on the trip from the airport. The fact that Max had waited for everyone else to get off the bus made me like him just a little bit more. “I’m sorry about Higgy,” he added, leaning close so that he was practically whispering in my ear. I shrugged. “He was probably in a bad mood,” Max added, to which I again, merely shrugged. I wasn’t sure what he might have overheard, if anything, and this was my first road trip. I didn’t want to earn a reputation by bitching about one of his teammates, especially one I knew he was close to. 

“I’m not a great flyer,” I brightened, forcing myself to smile and put the whole episode behind me. “I’m sure it’s my fault.” 

“Well if he holds that against you I’ll put him into the boards for you in practice,” he grinned and it was hard not to grin back. Lappy has that kind of a smile that makes you want to be happy with him. “Can I help you settle into your room?” he asked as we waited for the elevators. I shrugged. It was my job to be amiable. It wasn’t my job to be sullen and tell him that I wasn’t in the mood. 

“Sure,” I answered, telling myself to relax, that it wasn’t Lappy I was upset with and that really I had no right to be upset at all, that I was reading too much into it and that maybe Higgy is just more private than some of the other guys and that seemed to help. 

So did the room. I don’t know what I’d expected but when we got to the door with the little brass plaque that read “honeymoon suite” I stood there grinning like an idiot. 

“Really?” I looked over at Max who laughed and reached over to take the security card out of my hand and swipe it. 

“Well it kind of is like that, non?” he purred in my ear as he swept past me, leaving his bag near the door and taking my bag into the room, a room with a king sized bed with a mountain of pillows, a plush soft looking burgundy and gold comforter and a bottle of champagne chilling on ice waiting for us. “Shall we open it?” he asked, taking the bottle out and retrieving two glasses from a cupboard beside the big screen TV.

“Hell yeah,” I grinned and flopped down on the bed, toeing off my shoes. Max looked down at my red toe nails and then slowly he let his gaze move up my body. I was sure Max had done all this because he wanted to have sex but he wasn’t making a move to get naked, or asking me to get naked so I began to wonder if I was assuming that was all he wanted, that he, like so many Frenchman I’ve met was just all about the conquest, that he looked at women as playthings and sex as a game. Being good at it is merely evidence of being male. As I watched him pour the champagne I started to think that I’d hate to be with a team full of Quebecois players.

Scratch that. I’d be as happy as a pig in shit. 

Max wanted sex alright, I could tell by the heat in his gaze when he turned to hand me the glass, the way his fingers slid along mine, causing sparks along my skin but what he wanted was not the “let’s get ready to rumble” sex that Kess liked. Max wanted to come at it from the side. He wanted me to think it was my idea. He wanted me to want it and therefore want him. 

Not that it was hard to want him. He’s got that whole voyageur sexy rogue vibe going for him. There was no doubt in my mind that he was all man and that at some point I was going to have to invoke my safe word, or beg for mercy. 

I wanted to tell him, as I sipped the champagne, that he didn’t really have to work so hard at the whole seduction thing. He could have just pulled down his pants and yelled ‘ta da’ and I would have gotten into bed with gladly but I reminded myself that there was a little more to my job than just getting naked and doing the deed. 

I was supposed to be a sexual chameleon, all things to all the guys on the team. So if Max wanted me to be a happy flirtatious coquette then I would. So I batted my eyelashes, asked him if he’d stay and keep me company, if that wouldn’t get him into trouble. That way he could play the part of the chivalrous hero, which he did. With his chest puffed out he accepted, making sure I knew that he didn’t worry about the ‘rules’ and then he fed me chocolates and kissed my neck while I savored the decadent chocolate truffles.

His hand felt huge on my inner thigh and he took so much time working his way northwards that I had to actually work at not squirming. He knew what he was doing though, by the time he was sliding the palm of his hand over my panties they were drenched and I was ready to beg. I managed not to, just, but had to bite down hard on the corner of one of the throw pillows when he slid my panties off and went to work with his tongue and teeth and fingers. 

To say he was obviously an expert is an understatement. Whatever he knows sex shops should sell but then maybe women wouldn’t need any other men. He worked me to the point of exhaustion, making me cum over and over until my body felt boneless, until my throat was raw from screaming and I could feel my own juices running down the inside of my thighs. 

There was a point to all of his special favors, which I came to understand out when he stripped for me. I know my mouth just sort of dropped open and as pretty as the rest of his rock hard, athletic body looked, there was only one thing I could look at and I couldn’t stop staring at it. 

“Oh my god.” You hear about them, maybe even see them in porn flicks but when you actually see one up close and personal, it’s a little intimidating. I think I even whimpered. 

“Voyez-vous quelque chose que vous aimez ma petite?” he asked with a brash grin that on its own would have made me weak at the knees. As it was I was glad to be lying on the bed. Had I been standing I would have stumbled. 

“Oh Jeezus, just…be careful with that,” I muttered and watched him ease his way onto the bed and in between my thighs. We both watched as he gradually, inch by thick stiff inch, screwed his enormous dick into me. I watched it disappear inside my snatch with a certain sense of wonder but mostly with disbelief and then I moaned like a good porn star, threw back my head and begged him to do it again. He chuckled, grabbed my knees, pulled them up over his impressively wide shoulders and happily obliged.  

“I hope you know, I am ruining you for every other man,” he told me, lifting my hips right off the bed so he could find a deeper angle, impossibly I thought, to fill me even more. I gasped and bit down on my bottom lip. 

“Oh I don’t know you might have to work at that,” I smirked, or tried to and he laughed. 

“As you wish,” he grinned, lowered me to the bed and reached for my hand, the one that had been playing with his chest hair. With his bigger hand locked around my wrist he pinned it to the pillow behind my head and then reached for my other hand and did the same. Thus pinned all I could do was look up at him as he grinned down at me and proceeded to make long, slow thrusts each and every one stealing my breath. 

 

I didn’t know where to look. His eyes were too dark, too intense and his body was long and lean and muscular and beautiful and what I wanted right then was not to think, not to look into anyone’s eyes. What I realized I wanted, more than anything right at that moment, was to be fucked hard and fast and preferably with my face pressed into a pillow. 

There was just one little problem with what I wanted; his weapon scared me. 

“I want you to fuck me,” I squeaked, forcing myself to say it. Max stopped moving and looked down at me. 

“I am?” he said, managing to look entirely dejected, as if I’d just told him that his dick was too small or his dog had died. 

“No I mean...really...just give it to me,” I said through clenched teeth and feeling the heat rise into my face when I said it. His pouty face transformed all at once and a wicked grin spread across his handsome face and then I really squeaked as he let go of my wrists, grabbed me around the waist and rolled me over.  

“As you wish,” he purred into my ear, nudging my knees apart with his own. I bit down on the corner of a pillow as I felt the head of his long, hard length stabbing at my entrance and then yelped as he slammed into me all at once. I heard him grunt and then swear in French. 

“Mon Dieu,” he sighed and then gave my left ass cheek a slap. “This is going to be fun,” he added and then, with his big hands and long fingers digging into my waist he gave me the rollicking I needed to forget that Higgy had shot me down in flames.  

Chapter 3

Sorry about the wait on this but sometimes when you're working with another writer the process takes a little longer

It's not like I plan to do things that will cause more difficulty in my life. Sometimes it just happens.

Prime example? The day after all of the T’s were dotted and I’s were crossed on my contract and I was had begun settling in at my new luxury Coal Harbor condo, Hank announced that I would make my grand debut at the team's Halloween party.

Naturally, because men just don't get the planning that actually goes into things like makeup, hair, and wardrobe for special occasions that left me with very little time to procure a suitable costume. By the time I was able to find a shop that still had stock on the shelves my options were limited to Sexy Pirate Whore, Sexy Pirate Whore's Fairy Cousin (with wings), or Sexually Confused Pirate.

I'm honestly amazed how the only difference between most costumes is a little bedazzling and some spirit gum.

I had actually decided to go for the Sexually Confused Pirate hoping that portraying a man - okay, a flamboyant man in tights and a bling’d out eye patch - would help me downplay my sexuality a bit. The party was going to be my first opportunity to meet most of the players not to mention their wives and significant others and I was anxious about being too... much.

It was one thing to “know” your husband slept with some other woman. It was another to have to meet her while she was wearing some sexy, titilating outfit. So out of respect, I had hoped to keep things low key and had been searching for something fun but more on the innocent, demure side of the spectrum.

Unfortunately every single nun costume in the city had been snatched up and I was stuck with Captain Morgan the ambiguously gay henchman of the high seas.

Or so I thought until I spotted a pair of roller skates.

Other than my arms and legs, I was completely covered! Granted, the shorts were satin and 1970’s short and the Hello Kitty t-shirt was a size or two smaller than I would normally wear but the knee socks were totally adorable in an almost innocent and I hoped UN-sexy way, so I was pretty sure that I had achieved my non-threatening costume.

Of course there was always the chance that I may have overshot the mark, which was apparent when I rolled in and Lou did a spit take, Andrew Alberts poured beer on himself and nearly every woman in the room bared their teeth in my direction.

Kess appeared at my side, his face a mixture of amusement and exasperation as he helped me out of my coat. "You're even wearing fucking pig tails."

"Hm?" I was distracted by the number of people in the place. For some reason I had expected a smaller gathering. Instead there seemed to be a small nation of revellers spread throughout the hall, most of the women wearing... very little.

By comparison I stood out like a sore thumb and instantly attracted all of the attention they were trying for. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end while eyes raked over me, not all of them friendly.

Kess was shaking his head once I finally tuned him back in. "What?" I asked.

"You're a set of knee pads away from a really interesting night," he declared, passing off my coat to someone else.

I glanced down at myself and wrinkled my nose. "Too much?"

He rolled his eyes and hauled me close enough so that I could hear him while getting towed across the floor. "Bring it on the road, Sugar. I guarantee you a long, rough trip."

The heat of his breath on my neck made me shiver and the sense memory of his low, husky voice spewing filthy instructions during our last encounter had me instantly aroused. I was suddenly ready for him to bend me over the nearest solid surface, disapproving audience be damned!

One night. I'd had ONE freakin' night with one of these guys and I was already hooked.

Not that I thought that there was any chance of getting a fix tonight. As Kess nudged me along I was very aware of the eyes of most of the women turning to watch us walk through the room and I was betting they’d notice if I sneaked off with one of their husbands.

“I’m sensing...animosity,” I hissed and heard him laugh beside me.

“Not gonna lie, there’s bound to be some of that. It’s all in how you handle tonight,” he instructed. If his advice was supposed to make me feel better, he’d failed, epically.  My stomach tightened and my hands got clammy.

“I’m gonna need a drink,” I blurted out and as if by telepathy a dirty martini was forced into my hand. I stared down at it and then up at the crystalline blue eyes staring back at me. “Thank you,” I whispered, my lips pulling away from my teeth in a smile that answered his own.

“You’re welcome,” he said warmly and then, leaning in to brush his lips lightly along my cheek he added in a whisper, “you look like you needed it.” If it was wrong to wonder if he could anticipate my need for alcohol what he’d be like anticipating my every desire in the sack was wrong, in that moment I was a very, very bad girl.

“I love your outfit. I wish I’d thought of it.” All of those thoughts crashed to the floor like a broken glass when I turned and looked down at the cute, eager face of the woman who was tucked into Kevin’s side as if she had grown there.

“Well I’m already regretting the footwear,” I told her honestly and her already adorable smile grew exponentially. She vibrated with energy and when he turned those sky blue eyes to look down at her with a protective affection, I actually felt jealous.

“I could do with the extra inches,” she sighed self effacingly. I wanted to tell her that fitting under a guy’s arm the way she did was just about perfect but the way her husband was looking at her made that comment a bit unnecessary.  “Why don’t I introduce you around?” Katie said brightly and I wanted, very much, to say no, but with a little push to the small of my back Kess sent me in her direction and the guys just sort of melted away. The next time I got my hands on him, he was gonna pay for that.

“Thanks,” I muttered, but didn’t feel it. She giggled, honestly, giggled like a little girl.

“We don’t all bite, I promise,” she chuckled, and then her eyes got a little wide and she put out a hand to stop me rolling forward. “Except Andrea...and she’s kinda already mad at you.”

“Oh good,” I grumbled and felt that prickling at the back of my neck again.

“You know she was...she did...your job right?” Katie asked and I felt my eyes get wide. “I guess not,” she smiled and laid a hand on my arm. “So if she’s a little suspicious, you can understand, right?” I nodded, thinking it would have been nice if her husband had let me in on that little nugget of information. Oh he was gonna pay alright.

“What about you?” I asked, suddenly wondering if she was this happy because her husband was forbidden from going anywhere near me.

“Me? Did I do...?” she looked perplexed and I sighed and shook my head, reminding myself to be more clear.

“How are you okay with...me?” I asked, still feeling weird about saying what I did, especially to her in all her shiny happiness.

“I wasn’t, at first, of course,” she admitted with a roll of her eyes. “But y’know, after a bit, well after Cole...honey you’re a godsend, really. Kev has...,” her eyes wandered to where her husband in his Elf suit was raising a beer with Kess and Malhotra, “he has a big appetite for pretty much everything and now since Reese...between you and me, it’s kind of a relief for someone else to tire him out, y’know?” I was shocked and it probably showed but she didn’t let on, just smiled and gave me a tug that had me rolling behind her. “C’mon, meet the girls.” 

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“Need some help with those?” The idea had been cute but I was over the rollerskates, especially since I’d started bumping into everyone after a couple of martinis. I nodded before I even looked up to see who was offering and found myself looking into another pair of blue eyes, these ones more the colour of the ocean mid afternoon at Montego Bay. “The socks are cute too,” he added with a big smile that made his eyes crinkle at the edges. I smiled back and flexed my rainbow toe socks.

“You like?” I asked playfully and he nodded, tugging off my second skate and then expertly tying both sets of laces together so they wouldn’t roll off on their own.

“I do,” he chuckled and straightened to his full height, his gladiator costume leaving most of his mile wide shoulders and gargantuan arms bare. I stared at his biceps so long he cleared his throat and then laughed when I had to blink to force myself to look up into his eyes. “Think you can slip and slide out onto the dance floor?” he asked, holding his hand out to me, which might have been a mistake. I looked at his hand and then was immediately distracted by the six-pack starting back at me from between where his armour stopped and his roman kilt bottom began. It had to be fake, I thought as I just sat there, staring at it. No one had muscles that looked like that. “Penny for them?”

“Ha ha.” He was not even the first of his teammates to do it but it still did the trick of dragging my attention back up to his hundred watt smile and blue, blue eyes.

“So, the WAGs didn’t scare you off?” he asked, his mouth close to my ear, his arm tight around my waist as I walked beside him towards where a few of the guys were cutting a rug, including Lou in his bright white Saturday Night Fever suit and Kess in his Tarzan costume.

“It’s surprising to me as well,” I explained with a wry smile as the music suddenly slowed and we were suddenly facing one another. “I think I was expecting much gnashing of teeth and pulling hair,” I admitted with a wink as he slid his hand down to my hip. His hand felt big there, in charge, as if I was going to try and get away. I was fairly sure I was right in thinking that he, Co Ho and Booth might be the only single guys on the team, and so I was feeling a certain measure of safety dancing with him.

“Well that would have made the night interesting anyway,” he laughed, those ocean blue eyes of his crinkling again at the corners and his entire face lighting from within. I remembered his being at the bar that night and thought that he was very good bait indeed. At that moment I had the overwhelming urge to run the palm of my hand over the stubble on his cheek to see if it was rough or soft.

“So...what happened to the last one?” I asked him and his face immediately transformed into the politician’s mask and she knew she wasn’t going to get a complete or honest answer. “I mean...Ryan told me that he takes the blame. I just meant...where did she go? To another team or...?” I watched his glance go towards where Kess and Juice were currently arm wrestling and laughing.

“For his sake...I hope she got moved to Long Island or somewhere we won’t come across her,” Chris replied softly. I followed his gaze to the tight knit group and liked that he cared about them that way. I didn’t know how he’d felt about the girl who had been in my shoes, and I guess, in their beds. Maybe he’d liked her, maybe they all had, and they could have been really angry at Ryan for it but they didn’t seem to be. They could have also been less welcoming to me, but that didn’t seem to be the case either. “So,” he turned a smile back at me and changed the subject. “How are you liking your new digs?”

“It’s way nicer than my place,” I agreed, “but I’m not quite moved in yet. I mean...I have some spaces to fill...I don’t know. I’m not really sure what vibe to go for y’know? I mean...it’s not just for me so I was actually going to ask Hank but maybe you can throw your two cents in. I was thinking about some modern prints but I’m open to a more rock and roll kind of photo collage thing...,” I began and my only warning that he wasn’t listening was how wide his eyes got right before one of my pony tails almost got pulled out of my scalp. “Fuck! Ow!” It was a good thing I wasn’t on wheels at that point or I’d probably have been on my ass. As it was, I staggered backwards and the only reason I didn’t fall was Chris still had a hold on me.

“Andrea no!” he began in the tone you use on your dog right before they piss on someone else’s furniture.

“You little whore,” she snarled at me right before her palm came in painful contact with my cheek. I blinked, stunned, and stared at Cinderella in her giant organza ball gown that looked like it belonged in a Disney cartoon. She was wearing too much make up, like those little kids in the Toddlers and Tiaras show and I was so mesmerized by an obviously fake beauty spot that I didn’t see her claws coming for me until they were right in front of my eyes which thankfully was the moment when Kess got a hold of his wife and just like the character he was portraying for the night, lifted her completely off of her feet and dragged her away from me.

“Jesus woman you’re drunk and you’re making an ass out of yourself,” Ryan hissed at her as she struggled to get free of a grip that I knew from experience felt like being pinned by solid steel beams.

“We don’t want her here, tell her RyRy,” she pouted, kicking her silver slippers in the air while her hoop skirt rang like a bell around her knees. I tried not to laugh but it was hard, especially when her lily white boobs started to spill from the top of the dress.

“Stop it Andi. Promise you’ll behave and I’ll put you down,” Kess hissed at her, looking distinctly unhappy. I should have felt sorry for her. She was obviously drunk, slurring her words and forgetting that she was supposed to act like a lady, but the look of barely constrained rage on her husband’s face was making the panties I couldn’t wear under the eenie weenie satin shorts go up in flames. I couldn’t help it.

“It’s okay,” I told him but his dark eyes never even wavered from watching his wife’s face.

“Say you’re sorry Andi,” Ryan hissed between clenched teeth.

“No,” she sulked, her bottom lip jutting out like a petulant child’s. “We don’t need her here,” she added for good measure, sending me a withering look that did actually make me feel about an inch tall. I crossed my arms around myself and took a step back but there was no escaping. I backed right into Chris’s massive chest and Lappy was right beside him with Juice not far away.

“C’mon Andi, let’s get another drink,” Gina offered, patting Andrea’s hand like it was the head of a Persian cat. Ryan stared daggers at Lou’s wife but let her take his spitting alley cat and lead her away. He stared after them like he was trying to decide if he should be the one taking her away but then Katie was there, sliding her little hand over his and leading him towards us.

“Y’know what I think? I think this party is almost done and I think you guys still need to let off some steam so, Kev, honey, why don’t you and Ry take Penny down to the rink to cool off and do some wind sprints or...y’know whatever,” she added with a wink in my direction. I felt my jaw drop. She was giving me permission, in front of absolutely everyone to fuck her husband, tonight, not on the road, not after a game, tonight.

“God I love you woman,” Juice laughed and picked her right up like she weighed about as much as a puppy and kissed her full on the mouth. “Coming Kess?” he said as he put her down and gave her round ass a playful slap.

“Fuckin’ rights,” Ryan growled and linked his arm with mine and started pulling me off the dance floor.

“But...my roller skates,” I complained as I practically had to jog to keep up with him. When I looked back Higgs had them hanging from one hand. “I don’t have any shoes,” I tried to explain, looking over at Juice who laughed and then picked me up and put me on Ryan’s back.

“Come on,” Kev laughed, giving my ass a swat, “let’s go skate.”

“But I don’t know how,” I told him honestly. I heard Ryan laugh.

“Well we can’t fuckin’ have that, can we?” 

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An extra pair of socks and a pair of figure skates that I didn’t ask where they came from later and Kev was on the ice, facing me, wiggling his fingers and crooning at me like I was a little child.

“Don’t let me fall,” I muttered unhappily, looking down at the cold, white, hard ice.

“And bruise this cute heinie? We won’t do that, will we Juice?” Kess asked from behind me, giving my ass a swat that would have, had I been on the ice, sent me right down onto it.

“Orrrrr,” Kev grinned in a way that made me yearn for those kneepads Kess had alluded to earlier, “every time she falls she has to take something off.”

“What?!” I looked down at my tiny satin shorts and silly little top and shook my head. Naked and ice didn’t sound like a good combination to me. “More like every time you guys let me fall you have to take something off.” I hadn’t been happy about their changing into track suits but they’d pulled the ‘v.i.p.’ card on me and I hadn’t been able to argue, much. Now, however, that meant they had jackets, t-shirts, pants, shorts and underwear to take off which was a hell of a lot more than I did.

“Sounds like a plan,” Kess growled in my ear and slid the palm of his hand over one of my breasts and giving it a squeeze. My pussy clenched and I think I moaned but I only had a moment to ponder on the x-rated vision in my head before he picked me up and put me down on the ice and my feet started to go every which way and I started to shriek like a little girl.

“I gotcha, don’t worry,” Kev grinned, his big hands snapping around my forearms like they were matchsticks as he steadied me. With hardly any movement at all he was gliding backward and pulling me forward. “See, easy,” he chuckled.

“Don’t let me go!” I whined and felt Kess’s hands on my hips.

“Then how are we gonna get naked?” he purred like a big cat in my ear and then stroked his hand up my ribs to my breast again and for some reason that made me move my feet and start to fall. I think I shrieked again but they didn’t let me fall. Kess’s arms locked around my waist and he held me against him, his feet on either side of mine as he steadied me. “Better?” he asked, grinding his erection against the small of my back. I nodded, breathlessly.

“Hey, hey, no monopolising the specialist Kess,” Kevin tutted and reached for one of my arms. Ryan let me go and Kev spun me towards him. One minute I was almost crashing into the boards that loomed in the near darkness like spectral barriers that I was under no illusion would hurt if I ran into them, and the next I was facing him, locked to him with his arms around me and we were speeding along the boards, my skates off the ice.

“Faster?” I giggled and he laughed, hiking me up until my legs were around his waist and he skated like the wind, his hands cupping my ass, mostly under my shorts.

I kissed him. It seemed like the right thing to do. I wanted to kiss his grin, wanted to feel his still slightly swollen bottom lip as I did. He kissed me back, his tongue gliding over mine and I felt it right down into my pussy and moaned for him.

“That’s a penalty Juice,” I heard Kess call from behind us and then he was right there, his lips and teeth on my neck. I arched my neck for him and he traced my jugular right up to my ear while Kev nuzzled my breasts and slid his thumb under my shorts and found my slit and started to stroke my joy buzzer.

“Player’s lounge,” I suggested, thinking of the white leather couches and the heat.

“Nah,” Kess growled behind me.

“Yeah, nah,” Kev chuckled and then a door swung open and he lifted me inside. Kess followed and swung the door shut. “Always wanted to do this,” he added, putting me down carefully on the bench. I looked around and realized that we were in the penalty box, literally the sin bin. I tried not to think about all of the guys that horked oysters in here, spit and bled right in this spot as Kess slid his track pants down and offered his cock to my lips. I looked up at him and smiled and opened my lips so he could slide his cock over my tongue while Juice carefully lifted my bottom off of the bench and slid my shorts down.

I moaned around Kess’s dick while Kev lapped at my cunt, my knees over his shoulders. He spread my pussy lips wide and dug his tongue in and made me moan which made Kess have to reach out and press his hands flat to the glass on either side to keep his feet.

“Do you know how he got his nickname?”  Kess asked me, his voice hoarse as I rolled my tongue around the head of his cock. I rolled my eyes up and shook my head, just a little. “He likes to suck pussy juice, right Kev?” he chuckled and then dragged in a sharp breathe as I cupped his balls in my hand. If Kev answered it was only a muffled vibration that made me cry out, tipping my head back as I came. “Nice,” Kess said admiringly as I sat there shuddering and high fived Kev who licked his lips and then dropped his pants. I whimpered. It was as long as Kess’s but as thick as a Coke can. “Told ya,” Kess laughed as Juice dropped onto the bench beside me and grinned.

Like a true gentleman Kess held out his hand and helped me manoeuvre onto Juice’s lap and held my hand as I lowered myself over him. I felt like I was being spitted for a barbeque in a good way. I moaned as I slid down over him and he nuzzled my breasts, pushing my shirt up over them and capturing one nipple in his mouth. I tipped my head back and Kess grabbed hold of one of my pig tails and tugged. He’d climbed up on the bench and his cock was right there. I smiled up at him and opened my mouth wide and he slid his dick over my tongue.

“I’m gonna think of this the next time I slash Bickell in the face,” Kess promised, pressing gently on the back of my head and forcing my mouth down over him.

“Fuckin’ rights,” Kev chuckled, releasing my one nipple with a wet popping sound before dipping his head down to take the other one.

As for me the next time I saw one of them in the sin bin I’d have to break out a vibrator.