Page 12 of Puck Me Baby One More Time

The music changes from a fast, upbeat tune to a slow, sultry song.

"Alright, new girl, show us your moves." Teagan bumps her hip into Gemma's in a playful manner, causing a genuine smile to cross Gemma's face.

"Okay, but you have to follow my lead." Gemma starts to sway her hips from side to side, letting the music wash over her.

She lifts her hands, placing them under her hair and letting it fall against her back like a lover's caress. She closes her eyes and throws her head back, almost like she's in the throes of passion.

I'm so captivated by her sensual dance that I miss Teagan's almost identical movements. There is no way I can come close to dancing like them, but I give it my best shot, letting the music take control.

My eyes drift shut, and my mind takes me back to that night with Torin, Talen, and Tarek. I imagine it's their hands running up and down my body instead of my own.

A pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling my ass against a hard cock. "You're so fucking hot. I bet I could fuck you right here on the dance floor, and you'd let me," a voice I don't recognize whispers against my ear.

Before I have a chance to register what's happening, his arms are ripped away from my body and he's being thrown across the dance floor by Talen, who’s flanked by an angry Torin and Tarek.

"Did those fuckers hurt you guys?" I hear Royal say, causing me to turn to look at Teagan and Gemma. Royal, Fin, and Coulter circled around Teagan, and Colt, Jensen, and Beck circled around Gemma.

"No, we're fine. They were just some creeps who thought that because we were dancing sexy, we were free game." The fire in Teagan's eyes matches her tone.

"I think it's time to call it a night," Colt says, his gaze never leaving Gemma. "We'll give Gemma a ride home."

Jensen and Beck grunt their agreement as they follow Colt and Gemma out of the bar. Colt, with his hand in the middle of Gemma's back, guides her outside. Almost like he did to me earlier today; the only difference is Colt's hand barely made contact with my back while his hand possessively touches the middle of Gemma's back.

"We got Teagan." Fin tucks Teagan under his arm and guides her outside while Coulter and Royal follow close behind.

It's nice to see this side of Teagan, the side that lets her men take care of her instead of thinking she has to take care of herself.

The jealousy hits me hard, and I'm ashamed of myself. To make matters worse, Tarek declares that since we live together, they're taking me home. Instead of feeling a loving arm around my shoulders or a possessive hand on my back, I'm left with no human contact, surrounded by three guys who only think of me as a little sister. Reluctantly, I leave the bar with them, foolishly wishing for something I can't have.

seven

Britt

It's been two weeks since the night at the bar, and I've barely seen or talked to the guys. With their busy preseason practice schedules, we haven't had time to talk, even with me at the arena every day.

Today is the day of the sports magazine photo shoot. I was given the shoot description a few days ago. The photographer wants to showcase Torin, Talen, and Tarek with a single female model with her naked back to the camera as the guys stand in a semi-circle, shirtless, around her for the main article. I know sex sells, but I wish I would have called in sick today.

“Unacceptable!” the photographer yells into his cell phone. “What do you mean the model is sick?”

I sit up straighter in my chair, a sense of relief coursing through my body, knowing that there won’t be a half-naked female model around my guys.

My guys. Yeah right. I snort, drawing the photographer's attention to me.

“You, over there.” The photographer’s eyes bore into mine. He can’t be talking to me. I look behind me, expecting to see someone, but there’s no one there. I slowly turn to face him. “Yes, you, the one making pig noises. I need you to fill in for the model that didn’t show up.”

I should be horrified at his description of the sound I made, but my breath is stuck in my throat as Torin, Talen, and Tarek make their way from the makeshift dressing room behind the photographer to the photo area, wearing only their hockey uniform pants. Their smiling faces lock onto mine, and my mouth waters.

After seeing the three of them shirtless, I think we need to rethink the rule about wearing clothes at our shared house.

Forgetting about anyone else in the room, I let my eyes travel up and down their bodies. My eyes eat up every ounce of sex appeal rolling off their bodies, devouring every drop until regret takes over. Regret that we kept our clothes on that night. Regret that I didn't get the chance to touch their naked chests. Regret that the only fluid running down my legs that night was my own since they each wore a condom, blocking the hot spray of their cum from my welcoming body.

I squeeze my thighs together. Seeing them in only pants causes my body to overheat. Sure, I've seen them in only swim trunks when we were younger, but this is different they didn’t take their shirts off that night.

"We don't have all day, Miss Piggy."

In a flash, their smiles turn into rage. The photographer is slammed against the wall, Torin pressing into his left side, Tarek doing the same on the other side, and Talen's forearm pressed against the photographer's neck. "Call her Miss Piggy one more time, and you're a dead man."

Their raw act of violence shouldn't turn me on, but it does. Watching them defend my honor sends a thrill up and down my spine. And, of course, another gush of wetness to drench my already soaked panties.

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