Page 4 of Puck After Puck

Anders

The final horn endsthe game and puts us out of our misery. We need time away from the ice to decompress our strange, instalust-like attraction to Heidi. She's just a woman like any other woman we've met at all the arenas we've been at through the years.

In all our years playing in the pros and now refereeing together, we've never been attracted to the same woman until today. Now, a beautiful, dark-haired, eighteen-year-old ice girl has us wrapped around her little finger.

"So, where do you guys want to go tonight to unwind?" Riggs is the first one to ask.

"I was thinking we could go to the Book Club. But before you shoot my idea down, hear me out." Riggs and I listen to Bodie's heartfelt plea for why we should unwind at the sex club we joined years ago and keep up our membership even though none of us have been there in a long time. "It's not like we'll pick anyone up and take them back into one of the playrooms. It's baby girl night tonight. I just want to go watch."

"Yeah, and pretend you're watching Heidi." I snort, but it's not a bad idea. Maybe being in the club will help us clear our minds of Heidi.

We might just be lusting after her because it's been a long time since we've had a baby girl of our own to spoil—the urges never completely go away.

"Fine, but I want to go to the hotel and shower before we go anywhere." I don't add that I want to get as far away from Howie and his slimy attitude. But the real reason is the sooner we leave the arena, the sooner we'll be away from Heidi too, and I'm afraid if I see her again too soon, I won't be able to control myself—she has me that tightly wound up.

"Okay, but I don't want to get there too late, or all the good seats will be taken."

I agree with Riggs if you're not there with your own sub, the seating arrangement is shit because everyone is willing to let a Dom and his sweet little sub sit with them. Sometimes, they'll even play a little at the table, not caring who's watching. A vision of Heidi spread out like a feast on one of the club tables as Riggs, Bodie, and I devour her while others watch pop into my head. We would let them watch as she squirmed on the table, getting closer and closer to her release. But right before the pleasure of coming washed over her body, we would scoop her up and take her to one of the playrooms for our eyes only.

"Sounds like a plan," Bodie says. "Let's grab our stuff and get out of here before the traffic gets too bad."

That's one nice thing about being a referee and not a player—you don't have to ride the team bus back to the hotel room. I think about the hotel we're staying at and what Heidi would think of it. It's nice, but it's not a home. Hell, none of us really have a place we call home. We have a condo we share in the off-season. But during the season, we move from town to town, hotel to hotel.

Being an ice girl for a pro hockey team, I'm sure she understands traveling most of the year is part of the gig, but does she like that? I wonder if being a pro cheerleader is really her dream or if she has other dreams she'd rather be doing.

I'm still so lost in thought about Heidi that I don't notice we've arrived at our hotel until Bodie sarcastically tells me, "We're here, loverboy." I give him my best scowl, which only earns mea laugh. "You can't fool me. I was daydreaming about her, and I was driving. I'm sure Riggs was thinking about her, too."

"Guilty as charged." Riggs raises his hand, causing us to laugh, and it's the first time I've been able to relax since I laid eyes on our dreamgirl.

I'm not a religious man by any means, but before I stepped out of the vehicle, I said a little prayer—praying to The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost that my one wish would come true and the universe would take pity on our three souls and give us the greatest gift of all.

five

Heidi

Igive my tiny,tight leather top one last tug, making sure my breasts don't spill over like they're threatening to do before I stroll up to the doorman at The Book Club. It's a strange name for a sex club, but the theme isWhere your book boyfriend and your real boyfriend collide—permitting you to act out your favorite fantasies from all your naughty books.Rumor has it a famous romance author owns the club franchise and has clubs all over the country.

Showing up to a sex club by myself is probably not the smartest idea I've ever had, but my friend Erica was busy tonight, and Tiffany has a deadline I have to meet for the stupid scavenger hunt.

Act like you know what you are doing, and he won't ask any questions.

I give myself a silent pep talk as I attempt to slide past the doorman. Sweat begins to pool in the middle of my back, and I can't tell if I'm just nervous or if the leather is too hot. Oh, who am I kidding? I'm scared shitless that the doorman will see through my disguise. I tried to layer on the makeup, but it felt too fake and tight, so I went with my natural lighter makeup instead—which I am now cursing as the doorman grabs me by my wrist, stopping me from entering the club.

"I don't think so, jailbait. Let's see some ID." My body freezes at his words. I thought for sure he would let me in, especially with the short, tight leather dress I'm wearing. "Besides, it's Dom/baby girl night tonight, and there is no way your Dom would let you dress like that without him at your side."

Ugh, I knew I should have researched more about the club and what exactly I was getting myself into. "Look, I need to go inside for only ten minutes—it's all I need, then I'll leave. I promise." I beg, knowing Tiffany will make my life a living hell if I don't complete her scavenger hunt in time.

His eyes roam up and down my body with a look of amusement, "I tell you what. I get off in fifteen minutes. If you get me off, I'll sneak you through the backdoor and take you to one of the rooms myself, maybe through your backdoor." He tightens his grip on my wrist, and I want to throw up.

There is no way I'm going anywhere with him, not in fifteen minutes, not ever. I guess I'll have to deal with whatever punishment Tiffany gives me. I'm just about to jerk my hand out of his ever-tightening grip when I hear the voice of one of my saviors.

"Get your hands off our property, Mario," I hear Anders say as I turn to face him, and I'm not mad at being called their property—just the opposite.

"I don't think your boss would like to know you're trying to force three of the club members' baby girl into blowing you instead of letting her inside to wait for us like the good little girl she is," Bodie adds, causing Mario to drop my hand like it's on fire.

"Good boy," Riggs says, condescendingly patting Mario on the cheek.

Before the game today, I snuck a peak at one of the programs, searching for the name of my third crush as I've decided to think of them as—since I can't act on the desire they've caused inside of me. I was lucky to escape them earlier today before embarrassing myself and begging them to take me when we were in the referee lounge. I could barely get through the dance routines with their eyes on me.

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