Page 26 of The Hat Trick

“Nothing. She’s your girl, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“And if I was okay with it?” He folds his hands together, resting them on his stomach.

“Dumont, I need to know what the fuck is going on because I came in here expecting you to beat the shit out of me.”

He chuckles, “I saw how you were with her last night, and how she was with you. This isn’t something I do all the time, but for some reason I asked her if she wanted you too, and she said yes.”

“Uh, I don’t know how to feel about any of this.”

“It’s okay, I just wanted you to know that if you wanted to, she’s open to it. Both of us.”

I’ll admit I have some unique tastes, having a need for control will do that to a guy. But sharing a woman with my teammate? That’s a new one, and I don’t actually know if I want that. Mostly because of said unique tastes in the bedroom.

Won’t this fuck up the dynamic we have? What if shit goes south, that could be horrible for team morale. I can’t risk that, especially over a woman. No matter who she is, and how just imagining her on her knees for me, her wide eyes taking in every command I give her, makes my dick twitch.

I shake my head to rid it of the image. “I don’t know, man, it just feels wrong. You really like her; I can’t do that to you.”

He shrugs, standing up once again. “Suit yourself, but just know I’m okay with it. I want to give her what she wants.”

“Sure, I just don’t think that’ll be me.”

“Okay, feel free to ask her if you change your mind.”

With that, he leaves my room and I’m still standing there baffled at what just happened. I lay on my bed, thinking about what he was just saying. I can’t do that to him, there’s no way. And Chandler being okay with it, and actually wanting it? No way. She’s so into Dumont, she doesn’t actually want me too…right?

Without meaning to, I’m back to imagining how she would be if she actually did want this. And if she knew what it is thatIwant. The image flashes in my mind, Chandler on her knees in front of me, looking up with her hazel eyes, pink lips parted as she waits for my command. Her hands tied behind her back, the ribbon being the only fabric touching her skin.

I’d have a vibrator inside her, the remote in my control as I bring her to the edge over and over before I let her touch my cock, and when I do, she takes it greedily into her mouth while I continue the vibrations on the toy. Her orgasm muffled by my dick stuffing her mouth full. She’d take it all so well.

I’d praise her, tell her what a good girl she is for me, and she would melt at the compliments. She seems like she’d like to be praised. It would spur her to continue doing exactly as I ask.

My hand has moved into my pants, and I’m stroking myself at the thought of someone else’s girl, and I stop as soon as the thought registers.

I can’t do this; it’s not going to happen so it’s useless to even fantasize about it. Even if the thought of telling her exactly how to fuck someone else has its own appeal. One I’ve never thought about before.

It’s not going to happen.

* * *

We lostour game against Boston tonight.

It was close the entire game, and we ended up going into overtime where we lost during the three-on-three. As soon as we are all back in the locker room, McQuaid starts spouting off about what we should’ve done differently, how we aren’t working as a team, and how we will never win the Stanley Cup if we play like we did tonight.

“McQuaid, you’re not fucking helping,” I say when he starts with another“And also…”tangent.

“Whatever, you’re not the captain yet, Collee,” he snaps.

“No, but I guarantee that you bitching about how we aren’t playing as a teamisn’tgoing to help us do just that.”

“I guess I’m the only one on this fucking team that cares about doing well anyway.” He storms off to the showers, and I roll my eyes at his temper tantrum.

I practically raised my four younger siblings, and sometimes it feels like I have another one in him. I’m putting my gear away when Dumont approaches. I’ve tried not to act weird after what we talked about earlier. I also didn’t ask if Chandler came to the game, luckily, if she did, she must have been up in the family box so I didn’t have to see her. The thoughts of her in different positions I put her in have taken over my mind, and I don’t know how to make it stop.

“Hey man, you good?” Dumont asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

He shrugs. “Just checking. You don’t always call out McQuaid like that, so I just wasn’t sure.”

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