Page 22 of Puck Like A Girl

No one says a word as the four of us step under our own shower heads, passing my body wash around to wash off with. I’d prefer to keep their cum on me a little while longer, wanting to feel branded by them, but I know that’s not possible. I do like the thought of all of them using my body wash and smelling like me. Almost like I’ve branded them.

We change in record time, grab our gear, and head for the bus. I can’t help but wonder if this was a lapse in judgment or if we’ll have the opportunity to repeat today’s adventures.

Thank you, Greg. Maybe showering with the guys isn’t so bad after all.

seventeen

Teagan

“There’s my favorite puck bunny.” Large arms circle my waist, pulling me close for a big hug.

“What the fuck, man? She’s not a puck bunny. She’s part of our team, so have some goddamned respect.” Royal jerks me to him before thrusting me behind Fin and Coulter, who are equally pissed at the joke my uncle likes to play on me.

When I was five years old, I overheard one of my dad’s teammates talk about how wonderful and beautiful puck bunnies were and that my dad needed one. Not knowing what a puck bunny was, I spoke up and said I was my dad’s puck bunny. I thought it was a cute nickname since I liked hockey and bunny rabbits.

Unfortunately, my family hasn’t let me live that one down. Even today, my Uncle Colt had to open his mouth and call me a puck bunny in front of Royal, Fin, and Coulter when he pulled me into his arms to greet us.

“So much loyalty and protectiveness.” My Uncle Colt looks between Royal, Fin, and Coulter with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Just what I’m looking for on my team.”

The three of them continue to glare at my uncle, ready to snap him in two with their next breath. Even though my uncle deserves a little sense knocked into him for continuing to tease me about that stupid incident, I concede and introduce him to my teammates.

“Uncle Colt.” I move from behind Coulter’s and Fin’s backs and take a step closer to him.

“These are my teammates Royal Reynolds, Fin Baxter, and Coulter Collins.” I point to each one as I say their names. “Guys, this is my Uncle Colt Hayes. Please excuse him. He has a warped sense of humor.”

“He’s your uncle?” Coulter asks. “But he looks too young to be your uncle.” The guys all eye Colt warily as if deciding if I’m telling the truth or not.

“He was an accident,” I say, not missing a beat. “At least that’s what Grandma Hayes always says.” I batt my eyelashes at Uncle Colt, daring him to correct me.

“Touché, little bunny,” Uncle Colt replies. “Now, why don’t you guys take a seat in the front row and enjoy some food and drinks? See what it’s like to live life in a luxury box while I have a chat with my favorite niece.” He motions for the guys to take a seat before sending a waitress over to take their order. I don’t correct my uncle that I’m his only niece.

“Now that we’re alone tell me how things are going on the team. Your teammates seem to be overly protective of you.” He raises an eyebrow, nodding his head towards Royal, Fin, and Coulter, who have taken their seats but are showing zero interest in the game, their gaze locked on mine.

I know his question is innocent enough, but I feel the heat rise in my cheeks as I remember just how protective they were in the locker room yesterday.

“Teagan, are you okay?” My uncle’s concern pulls me back to the present.

“I’m fine.” I take a bottle of water from the waitress’s tray as she passes by. Taking my time to unscrew the lid before continuing the conversation. “We got off to a rocky start, but for the most part, I think my teammates have adjusted pretty well to having a female on their team,” I trail off, not wanting to lie to my uncle but not wanting to share the truth either.

“Sure, then why are those three looking at you like I’m about to take you away at any moment? That’s not teammates getting along pretty well. Those three look obsessed with you like I’m going to steal their favorite toy.”

“We’ve come to a mutual understanding.” That’s a lame response, but how do I tell my favorite uncle I’ve seen a lot more of them than the rest of my teammates? That I want to continue to feel a lot more of those three, both inside and out.

My face heats at the memory of the locker room shower yesterday and how close I came to begging them to let me feel them both inside and out.

Thankfully, my uncle takes pity on me and doesn’t press me anymore about my relationship with Royal, Coulter, and Fin. Which is a good thing because I don’t understand it myself.

We haven’t talked about what happened. I don’t know if they want to forget it happened or are just waiting for one of the others to bring it up. I hope it’s the latter because I think I might die if I never have the opportunity to experience that pleasure again.

“Enough about my teammates and me; what’s up with the invitation for my teammates to watch your NHL team?”

Coming from a family of professional hockey players, I know it was hard for my Uncle Colt when he blew out his knee in his junior year of college, ending his career. Luckily he was able to bounce back, finishing his degree in sports management. He became the most sought-after agent and was able to pick and choose his clients, making him the highest-paid sports manager in history.

He never gave up the love of the game. Along with two of his closest friends, he started his own NHL team, the Minnesota Norse. It’s still young, but if anyone can make this team a hockey powerhouse, it’s my uncle Colt.

“It’s purely selfish why I invited you and your team here to a professional game. I’m looking for a couple more great players to round out my team, and I think your special friends over there are just the guys I’m looking for.” He nods toward Royal, Fin, and Coulter, who have yet to look away from us and watch the game.

Our team is fortunate to have the opportunity to watch a professional hockey game in style, only an hour's ride on the bus from campus. The VIP suite with a wide array of food and drink would be enough to convince anyone to play for this team. It doesn’t hurt matters when you throw in the famous celebrities who wander in and out of my uncle’s VIP suite.

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