Page 36 of Ice Cold Hearts

“Good girl,” he mumbles against my skin. “That dress and everything under it belongs to us.” He bites my shoulder, making me gasp. “And we only share with each other.”

I’m so lost in the flurry of lips and hands caressing my body, I only notice Alexei has left when he walks back in with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cloth. I guess it makes sense that he’d know how to remove tape from skin as painlessly as possible. They all probably tape themselves up before games.

Knowing he knows that and wants to take care of me is somehow more erotic than the two men playing my body like skilled musicians. There have to be some wires crossed in my brain somewhere if that’s more attractive to me.

As if he read my thoughts, Alexei says, “When we said we’d take care of you, we meant it in every sense of the word.”

I shiver as he dabs the rubbing alcohol on my skin.

Why does being cared for this gently make me want to use my safe word more than being yanked around by my hair? What is wrong with me?

Oliver wastes no time kissing every newly exposed inch of skin as Alexei peels off the tape.

“You are exquisite,” Oliver breathes.

He traces his tongue over my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I moan and squirm against Ian, making him thrust up against my ass. My eyes lock onto Alexei as he rubs his cock through his jeans, enjoying the show we’re putting on for him.

“Correct me if I'm wrong,” Alexei says, “but I think I heard our pet say something about tearing her dress.”

Oliver grins like the devil. “I do think I remember her saying that.”

He leans over and grips each side of my dress in his fists then pauses, giving me time to use my safe word if I want to.

“Are you waiting for me to help you?” I taunt.

“Don’t keep our woman waiting,” Alexei orders.

Oliver tears my dress down the middle with a satisfying skrrr, and I’m suddenly bare before them. All my bravado flies out the window, and I close my eyes, not wanting to see their faces as they take me in for the first time.

Everything goes so quiet, I’m afraid that if I make a noise, a librarian is going to pop out from between the sofa cushions and shush me. Even so, I can feel their eyes trailing over me.

No one is saying anything. I shudder, this time from anxiety and the chill of the room. I know they’re counting every stretch mark, roll, and every occurrence of cellulite—there’s not a lot of that, but there’s enough on my thighs for it to be visible. Either that or they’re so horrified by the still puffy C-section scar that they can’t focus on anything else. I squeeze my eyes shut so hard it hurts as I wait for them to change their minds and kick me out.

“You look like you’re bracing for us to beat you,” Ian says softly. “Open your eyes, Kitten, and see how much we want you.”

I peek through a crack in my eyelids at Alexei. His dark features look even stormier as his eyes continue to rake across me. His hands clench and unclench as if he’s fighting against the urge to touch me. A tic in his jaw tells me that the mask of control on his face is hanging on by a thread.

Oliver has sunk to the floor and is kneeling before me like I’m a goddess he’s desperate to worship. His blue eyes are nearly navy with desire. His hand is half raised as if he went to touch me then stopped.

When I'm brave enough to turn my head and face Ian, he rests his forehead gently against mine.

“Simply stunning.” He smiles. “I don't know what you were worried about us seeing, but there's nothing about you that isn't perfect to us. I know I speak for all of us when I say we're not going to leave any inch of your skin unkissed.”

“We're going to do a damn sight more than that,” Alexei growls. “We're going to worship at the altar of our personal Aphrodite until you see how beautiful you are.”

I flush from my head to my toes. No one has ever looked at me like this, much less three perfectly sculpted hockey gods. For a second, I see it, see me, the way they do. It fades just as quickly.

“You'll show me?” I ask wistfully.

“For as long as you’ll let us,” he answers.

Alexei clears his throat, demanding my attention. “I didn’t get the pleasure of seeing your face when you came around my cock on the way to the club. We’re going to fix that now, aren’t we, Kitten?”

“Yes, Alexei,” I say obediently.

“Oliver gets to be the first to taste that sweet little pussy of yours. He’s going to make you come until the only names you remember are ours, and I’m going to enjoy watching every time you come undone. Do you know why, Kitten?” Alexei asks.

Oliver has already started kissing his way up my thighs, so all I can do is shake my head.

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