Page 13 of Puck Me Better

"Challenge accepted." I say as I squeeze my inner muscles again.

"You're asking for it now." He reaches a hand between us and begins to rub my clit—now I'm the one calling out his name. "Ace!" I shout as spasms rack my body and I come all over his cock.

I feel the hot burst of his cum inside me seconds later as my orgasm triggers his. "I win." He place a kiss to my lips beforegetting out of bed and it takes a moment for his words to register.

"Smartass." I smack his ass as he climbs out of bed.

He turns around and gives me a boyish grin as Dalton takes his place between my thighs, "Hey, you." He nuzzles my neck and I purr like a baby kitten.

"Hey yourself." I run my fingers through his hair bringing his lips to mine.

He takes his time, leisurely kissing my lips before finally deepening it with his tongue. His cock brushes as my slick entrance and I buck my hips letting him know I'm ready and he rewards me by pushing forward into my wet heat inch by agonizing inch—slowly retreating then pushing back in again and again until I'm just as needy to feel his release as I was with the other two.

"Please Dalton. I need to feel you come inside me to." I beg against his mouth, unable to think beyond the pleasure he's giving me—beyond the pleasure they've all given me.

"Anything for you, Love." He increases his speed, hitting just the right spot inside of my that I see stars when my orgasm sneaks up on me and I come around his cock. He grabs my hips jackhammering into me with so much force I have to hang on to his shoulders. And I'm not going to lie, I don't hate it.

His body stills above me as a look of pure bliss crosses his handsome face and he mouths the words, Thank you, beforecollapsing on top of me—which I also don't mind. He finally rolls over to his side and pulls me into his embrace as Ace and Maverick climb into be with us.

The last thing I remember is hearing them say,Ours,before I fell asleep only to wake up a few hours later for an encore of our love making.

thirteen

Cassi

"You're certainly happy." Teagangreets me with a hug before sitting down at the table at our favorite coffee shop. "Is it because of those flowers that were delivered to your office last week?" Teagan taps her index finger to her chin like she's in deep thought, "I've got it!"She snaps her fingers, "You're finally having sex with Dalton, Ace, and Maverick."

"Shh, keep your voice down." I grab her arm and lower my head closer to the table. "Someone might hear you."

"You've got to be kidding me, right? Everyone knows you have the hots for them, and they have the hots for you. It's about time you did something about it. I was getting worried about you. I body is not meant to go that long without sex."

"Teagan." I hiss, but she doesn't take the hint.

"I know exactly what it's like to have three young, virile men want to fuck you all the time."

She's not wrong. The last two weeks have been amazing. We each do our own thing during the day, making sure to keep our personal lives out of our professional lives since we essentially work together. Well, except for that time after they sent me roses to work. Or the time we borrowed Teagan's personal group shower room—am I glad I had that added to her contract.

"Earth to Cassi. Did you hear what I said?"

"Um, not exactly. I was thinking about your contract." Which isn't a lie. I was thinking about part of her contract.

"R-i-g-h-t." she stretches out the word, not believing me.

"Look, I know you—you need to be in control. What you're feeling for these three guys makes you feel anything but incontrol. I should know I've been there—hell, I'm still there. But don't shy away from it even if you feel weird being older than them." Teagan looks at her watch. "Oh, shoot. I've got to go. I need to be at the arena soon to change and warm up. I'll see you at the game." Teagan leans over the table and gives me another hug.

I sit there for a few minutes, letting her words sink in.

Am I worried about going public with a relationship with them because I'm so much older than they are?

Hell, yes, I'm worried who wouldn't be—they're young and handsome professional hockey players. They can have any woman they want. Why would they want to be stuck with an old lady like me?

"Cassi, is that you?" I look up from my cup of coffee and see Jake Richardson, my ex's former business partner. It seems he wasn't too happy with my ex leaving me at the altar, so he severed all ties with him personally and professionally.

"Hey, Jake. What are you doing here?"

"I'm in town for business. You look great, by the way." His eyes roam up and down my body, and I hold back a shiver of disgust. It's not that Jake is unattractive or mean—it's quite the opposite. Jake is funny and handsome. He even volunteers at the homeless shelter one night a week—something very grown-up to do. "Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight—unless you're seeing someone?"

My future rests in my answer—do I grow up and move on with someone my own age, like Jake? Or do I continue with the fantasy with three guys eight years younger than me?

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