Page 10 of Puck Like A Girl

Royal’s right, Teagan will be a liability. The other teams will see her as our weakness and use it against us. We can’t let that happen, no matter the cost.

I didn’t feel like joining the party downstairs tonight. Instead, I went to my room to process our conversation. As I lie in my bed, my thoughts are still with a blonde-haired, violet-eyed beauty, but Royal’s right—she’s our teammate, and we can’t lust after her.

My phone vibrates on my bedside table with an incoming text, conveniently distracting me.

Coulter: What do you think about what Royal said about Teagan?

I know what he’s really asking: do I think I can keep it in my pants long enough for our team to win the championship?

Finn: He’s right, she’s our teammate we need to remember that.

Even as I type the words, I wonder how long I can pretend that I don’t want her—and not just for her smoking hot body and gorgeous face. If that’s all I wanted, there are a hundred puck bunnies I could pick from. But with Teagan, I’m also attracted to her grit and determination to be a part of the men’s hockey team.

She’s a fucking amazing hockey player. I don’t doubt that any female hockey team she played on would win a championship, but her need to prove herself by not taking the easy way out intrigues me.

Coulter: Yeah, I know, but there’s just something about her.

Fin: I know what you mean.

I can tell Coulter is fighting his attraction to Teagan, too. It’s probably better this way. I’m not sure our friendship or the team could survive if Teagan were to choose one of us to date. But what if she didn’t have to choose?

An image pops in my head of the three of us pleasuring Teagan. I’ve never shared a girl before and never had the desire, but with Teagan, the fantasy doesn’t seem so bad. Watching her fuck my best friends as I fuck her mouth doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

I let the fantasy play out in my mind as I wait for Coulter to respond if he responds. In my fantasy, Teagan is on her knees in front of the three of us, her mouth swallowing our cocks down her throat one at a time.

I throw my phone on the bed beside me and slip my joggers and underwear over my hips and down my thighs, letting my cock spring out. I spit on my hand before sliding it up and down my hard cock. I close my eyes to let the fantasy take over.

My fantasy switches to Teagan sliding down my cock as Royal pounds into her ass from behind, with Coulter’s cock in her mouth muffling her cries of ecstasy. Her hands massaging her tits, her fingers deftly rolling her nipples into hard little points.

My balls tighten up, and I feel a tingle racing down my spine seconds before I shoot cum all over my stomach and chest. The orgasm is harder and stronger than any one I’ve ever had, and I have to believe it’s because of my sexy teammate.

Damn, it’s going to be a long season.

nine

Teagan

The hallway to the locker room is void of the normal sounds associated with the pre-practice banter among the players. It’s my first practice with the team, and I don’t want to mess it up and get kicked off before I even get started.

My head still hurts from Kelsey making sure my wine glass was refilled all night long as we celebrated me winning a spot on the men’s hockey team. And discussing what the proper term for a male puck bunny would be if that was actually a thing.

I hitch my duffel bag over my left shoulder, trying to assess the situation, when I see a group of my teammates huddled outside the locker room. “Why are you all standing outside the men’s locker room?” I push my way through the bodies of my hockey teammates as they crowd around the locker room door.

“Something you’ll never have to worry about.” Brady, our starting goalie, snorts, lifting his arm and pulling his long sleeve back to expose a faint scar on his forearm. “I’ve got more lower on my body if you want to see.” He reaches for his belt buckle, ready to drop his pants in the middle of the rec center hallway.

“No, that’s okay. I’m good.” I extend my hand to Brady, palm first, and shake my head. “But that still doesn't explain what you’re all doing out here in the hallway, listening in at the door.”

“It’s part of the new team member initiation. We’ve all gone through it.” Kade, the second-string winger, smirks. “But since you're a girl, you won’t have to do it like the rest of us had to.”

I’m almost ready to pull my hair out with their vague responses. “Will someone please explain to me what exactly is happening in there? I point to the locker room, my patience wearing thin, “that everyone else has already gone through.” I inwardly applaud myself for not punching one of these idiots in the face for their cryptic answers to my question.

“Like your daddy would let anything bad happen to his little Ice Princess,” Mark spits out, his steely glare daring me to disagree.

How I hate that stupid nickname, the press gave me all those years ago when I would tag along with my brothers to all their games and practices wearing my pink ice skates and Disney princess dresses.

Done with this conversation, I grab Mark by the T-shirt and grip it tightly, twisting the fabric until it is pulled taut against his throat. “Tell me what’s going on, or I will show you just what daddy’s little Ice Princess is capable of doing when someone pisses her off.” I let go of his shirt with a little shove.

“Fine, you crazy bitch. All newbies have to strip down to their underwear in the showers while the team captains snap them wherever and however hard on their bodies with a wet towel.” A smug look crosses his face. “The harder they snap you proves how worthy you are to be on the team. So, if they leave a scar on your body.”

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