Page 2 of Some Like It Hot

Luna is Crew’s sister, but she’s Alexsei’s girlfriend.

“Are you sure she’s here with you?” Jack asks as our assistant coach, Owen Phillips, wraps his arms around Luna from behind and says something in her ear that makes her laugh.

Alexsei grins at us. “I didn’t say I’d be the only one in that storage room having a quickie with her later.”

Yes, Luna is with Owen and Alexsei. And they’re all with Cameron, Alexsei’s best friend and boyfriend.

The poly-relationships are becoming an epidemic around here.

Watching them all happen over the past year has been cool. They’re all having fun, treating each other well, and clearly healthy and happy. I’m happy for them.

These guys are younger than me, but I’d consider them my best friends on the team. Crew and Alexsei are a lot more laid-back and fun than I am, but I can tolerate them for a lot longer and more often than some of the other players. They might seem like goofballs at times, but they’re serious when it comes to hockey. They work their asses off and it always shows on the ice. When McNeill, Ryan, and Hayes are on the ice, we all feel better.

I respect them. That’s what it comes down to. The guys can do whatever they want off the ice and outside the arena, but I haven’t busted my ass for almost ten years, beat my body up to the point that my hip hurts every fucking day, and put off my retirement for another year to just mess around. We came within one game of winning the championship last year and by God, we’re getting that trophy this year.

Then I’m retiring.

“Guess it’s you and me kissing at midnight,” Hayes tells me.

I chuckle and lift my drink again. “No thanks.”

“You got a better offer?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Literally anyone else,” I tell him with a smirk.

He laughs. “Fuck you.”

“Not that either. But thanks for the offer.”

He laughs harder. “You wish you’d get an offer this good.”

Alexsei is also grinning. “Not the way you swing, Wilder? Not even once in a while?”

I know that Alexsei is with both Luna and Cameron. That’s great for him. He seems completely in love with them both. I lift a shoulder. “Never have. But to each his own.”

“Would you share someone?” Hayes asks. “Like McNeill and Ryan do?”

I think about that. I don’t really like a lot of other people. That’s always been true. I have a very small inner circle and the only social outings I partake in have to do with my hockey team. Since I was recruited by the Racketeers straight out of high school, they’ve been my social circle and my surrogate family all of my adult life. So I don’t know, like, or spend time with many people.

But do I need to like the other guy I share a woman with? Probably not. That’s not what it would be about, right?

It would be about the woman.

Immediately, Elise’s face flashes into my mind. And her body.

I haven’t seen her naked. Much to my disappointment. But I’ve imagined it. I can’t help it. She is exactly my type. Great breasts, round ass, thick thighs, hips I could really sink my fingers into. Those lush lips. Those huge brown eyes. That long dark hair just perfect for wrapping around my fist.

Would I share Elise? Witness her coming absolutely, completely undone at the hands of another man? Be a part of overwhelming her with pleasure and lust?

Yes.

I don’t even have to think about it.

Elise is a strong, bold, independent woman who knows exactly who she is and what she wants. Watching her lose control and come apart would be the hottest fucking thing I can think of.

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