Page 11 of Puck Like A Girl

“It’s a badge of honor,” I finish his sentence, remembering those words all my brothers spoke when I asked them about the small, faded scars on their bodies.

It’s a rite of passage, and I deserve it just as much as any of the other players that have played here at State College.

Anger clouds my better judgment as I push my way into the men’s locker room. The door slams against the cement wall, echoing through the locker room. I throw my duffle bag on the floor with a thud and stomp my way to the showers, where I hear the voices of Fin, Royal, and Coulter. The distinct sound of a wet towel hitting bare skin hangs heavy in the air.

I round the corner to the showers and come to a stop when I see Fin, Royal, and Coulter fully clothed with wet towels in their hands, circling their prey, who is wearing only a pair of boxer briefs.

“Come on, guys, you aren’t even hitting me that hard,” Jared, the other newbie on the team, whines, looking at his arms. “You can barely even see a mark. There’s no way it’s going to leave a scar.” He pouts, proving exactly why Fin, Royal, and Coulter aren’t snapping their towels that hard at him. He’s not good enough to be in the same category as those players who came before him.

I step toward the showers, catching all of them off guard. "Get out, Jared. It’s my turn.”

Jared glances between the three captains, and something in their eyes must warn him not to argue because he scampers away. The sound of the door slamming shut vibrates through the locker room, leaving me alone with Fin, Royal, and Coulter.

I kick off my shoes, slip off my jeans, and whip off my shirt, not caring where it lands. How dare they think that just because I’m a girl, I don’t get to join in on the yearly hazing of the new players.

I stomp to stand between the three of them, giving them my best glare. “Go ahead. Show me what you got.”

Royal rolls his eyes, the wet towel falling from his hand with a loud thud to the tile floor. “We are not going to mark up your skin,” he says.

Anger bubbles through my veins. How dare he decide I’m not worthy of my birthright. “I’m better than most of the guys on our team. I’ve worked hard for my place here, and it’s not fair for you to punish me by denying me my rightful spot in the team's legacy.” My eyes land on each one during my speech. "Now show me just how good you think I am with how hard you snap me with those towels.”

“I said no.”

My head jerks toward Royal at his words, laced with a combination of heat and anger. His eyes roam up and down my body, reminding me that I am standing in just a skimpy pair of lavender panties and a sheer lavender bra that match my eyes perfectly.

It’s my favorite bra and panty set that always makes me feel sexy, but right now, I feel like I could combust with the lust rolling off all three of them.

I feel the sting on my nipple for a split second before I hear the crack of the wet towel as it sails across my body. My eyes following the towels recoil back to Fin.

“What the fuck, Fin!” Royal yells. “I said we weren’t going to put her through the hazing.”

“You know she’s right, Royal. She is better than everyone on the team, present company excluded.” Fin waves his hand between Royal, Coulter, and himself, “and she deserves this. No, she has earned the right to be a part of the hazing ritual. Besides, if we don’t do this, she’ll never earn the respect of our teammates.”

Royal’s scowl deepens. “Fine, but did you really need to hit her nipple?”

“Yes, I did. I had to get everyone’s attention.” A playful smirk crosses Fin’s handsome face, and I want to tell him how much I liked the feel of it and how badly I want to feel it again. But the angry look on Royal’s face tells me I better not press my luck.

I take a deep breath and shake my head, causing my long hair to tickle my back. The feeling makes my nipples pucker even tighter, and I swear I hear more than one of the guys groan. It doesn’t help that I’m attracted to each one of them in a way that can’t be natural.

My mind wanders to thoughts of being with them separately and together. I’ve only ever been with one guy at a time, so the idea of having sex with all three of them at the same time is so foreign to me, but it sounds so right.

“Teagan, are you sure about this?”

I swing my gaze to Coulter. The concern shining in his eyes warms my heart, but I can’t let that weaken my resolve to be treated like any other rookie on the team.

I give him a firm nod, knowing this is the only way to prove myself to the whole team—or at least to take a small step toward proving myself.

“Are you ready?” Royal bends down to retrieve his towel, giving me extra time to prepare for the hazing.

“Ready.” My hands clench and unclench at my sides; the anticipation of what’s to come eats away at my nerves. But I refuse to show any signs of weakness. I’m a Hayes, damn it, and this is my birthright. I look straight ahead at the gray cement wall in front of me and lift my chin.

The first slap of a towel comes from Fin. The sharp sting rocks through my nipple since his aim is still focused on my breasts. I bite my lip, holding back a groan that wants to break free.

“Fin,” Royal growls through clenched teeth. “Not her tits.”

Fin shrugs, pulling the towel back for another hit before snapping it back at me, this time connecting with my pussy, inches away from my clit.

“Not her tits or pussy. Got it, Fin?” Royal snarls, his eyes roaming up and down my body, making my nipples tighten even more. “Got it?”

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