Page 131 of The Hat Trick

“I mean, yeah, but still,” I try to protest.

“Do you trust us to always take care of you? We aren’t going to hide you, but we aren’t going to be out making headlines, how about that?” Vince offers sweetly.

“Yes, I trust you guys,” I still hesitate.

“What is it?” Brent asks.

“It’s just that people online in the comments on that article were ruthless. I don’t want to go through that again.”

“You won’t, we already have our PR people ready to stop any article that could come up about us again, okay baby?” Vince reassures.

Even though I know that may not solve everything, I’m starting to care less and less by the second. Especially with the way the three of them are looking like they are hanging on by a thread of control.

I know this won’t be the last hurdle we face, but I realize now that anything else that comes up, we can handle together.

“Okay, fine,” I relent and it’s like I let them off their leash.

I’m thrown over someone’s shoulder and squealing as we head to the bedroom. I can’t stop laughing, and when I’m tossed on the bed, I look up at the three of them. With the hunger and desire and love shining in their eyes. I’ve never felt so accepted, so happy, so complete.

I’ll gladly give myself over to them every day from here on out, as long as they keep looking at me like that and treating me like I’m everything to them. Because I know now that I am.

EPILOGUE

2 months later

I’ve learned several things about my men over the last few months of being with them. One, they may all agree to our unconventional relationship, but they will always have some friendly competition between them for my attention. Like, trying to have alone time with me and doing whatever they can to steal that. There was a time after a really brutal loss at a game that I couldn’t go to in person. Vince got to me first and locked the door and turned off my phone while we got lost in each other while Brent and Matt debated climbing the side of my house to get in.

The other thing is that when they say they are going to do something. They are. And mostly that means if Iaskthem for something. They are going to give it to me. Which is how I ended up in the position I’m in right now.

Naked, on Brent’s bed, with a spreader bar cuffed to my ankles holding my legs apart, hands attached to the headboard and a blindfold on my face. All of this was caused by two words that left my mouth. “Use me.”

They have done so many different things to my body it’s hard to keep track, but this is new. I know they are stressed and focused on the playoffs since they are so close to the Stanley Cup finals, and I like to give them reprieve from it. I’ve been focused on my business which is thriving and it’s nice to not be in control of something for a little while. I get to put myself into their hands. Like right now.

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Brent asks, his deep voice sends a shiver down my spine.

I try to move so I can press my thighs together to help ease some of the throbbing that has begun since they started putting their hands on me with their light touches while they got me in the position I’m in right now.

“Perfect, great. Green. Whatever you need to hear to start touching me,” I gasp in frustration when I’m unable to clench my thighs together.

I hear his deep chuckle right before there’s someone else speaking right against my ear, “Such an impatient needy slut for us, Bunny.”

I yank on my wrist restraints, but they don’t budge. Then, I feel the spreader bar on my legs being lifted slightly, raising my lower half off the bed.

“You’re our perfect girl though, aren’t you? You’re going to take everything we give you. Everything we want to do to you. Use you how we want,” Brent rasps, and I think he’s the one holding the bar.

“Yes, I want you all, please.”

Someone else leans down on my right side, nipping my earlobe before Vince breathes, “Such a good girl for us.”

I try to lean toward him, just needing to feel someone touch me when the spreader bar is pulled apart to another notch. It clicks into place and my legs are fully spread now with enough room for one—or two—of them to fit between. And I hope they do. Soon.

They step back and I can’t feel where any of them are, and I whimper quietly in annoyance. I writhe around, but my movements are limited and I’m about to scream if they don’t touch me.

“We are going to touch you, beautiful and give you what you want. But you won’t know who is touching you where and you’re going to take it,” Brent says, and I practically scream my agreement.

Suddenly, there’s someone’s hand sliding down my stomach in between my thighs, rubbing lightly. I try to move my hips to get him to touch me harder, but he doesn’t. There’s a hot mouth on my breast, licking my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I gasp and want to grab his head to hold him against me, but I’m completely at their mercy.

I groan and there’s a mouth on mine, hot demanding with his tongue and I know exactly who it is by the ferocity in which he’s kissing me. Each of my men kiss me differently and I know this is Matt. He forces his tongue into my mouth, though I give in easily especially with the way the other two are currently touching me.

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