Page 10 of Puck I Did It Again

"Watch where you're shooting—it's just warm-ups, Asshole!" Hightower shouts, only to be met with a 'piss off' from Maximus.

It seems none of us are in a good mood. But instead of taking the hint, Hightower pokes the bear as he eggs Maximus on with taunts about Wynn. "What's your problem, Martin? Isn't the coach putting out enough for the three of you?" He skates around us in a circle as we try to ignore him. Don't deny it. I saw the three of you leave her office the other day looking a little disheveled—the same look you had when you left her house at four o'clock in the morning a few days ago."

What the fuck? Why was he watching Wynn's house at that time of night? He lives three blocks away. There's no reason for him to be near her house or ours.

"Shut your damn mouth, Hightower!" Maximus lunges for Hightower as King tries to hold him back.

"Don't listen to that prick. Who cares what he thinks, anyway?" King says, tugging on Maximus' shoulder pad. "Let's get back to practice."

"The owners, that's who'll care about the three of us sleeping around with the coach, that's who," Hightower smirks, sending us all over the edge.

"That' sit. You're a dead man!" Maximus yells as we all charge Hightower. Throwing punch after punch until he's begging for mercy. It took six of our teams to pull us off of him even after he started begging.

The shrill whistle blows, making us snap our heads in the direction it came from, only to find a pissed-off Wynn glaring at us. "You three, in my office, now!" She skates off the ice, never once looking back to see if we're following her or not.

"Damn, she's sexy when she's mad," King whistles.

"See, I told you they're fucking the coach!" Hightower shouts as River and Bowen help him into a standing position.

"Are you really that stupid?" River shakes his head before he and Bowen skate back to the bench where the assistant coach has taken over the practice while Wynn chews our asses.

Eating our asses, I might be on board with, but chewing our asses is not something I'm looking forward to.

Like the naughty children, we're acting like King, Maximus, and I skate off the ice and take the walk of shame to Wynn's office.

nine

King

"Are you going totell me what all that was about?" Wynn slams her office door once the three of us are seated. "I've told her already. I can handle it myself. I don't want or need you three to act as my bodyguards."

"Is that right?" I stand and stalk my way over to where she's standing behind her desk with her arms crossed over her chest. We've already ditched our skates and the top half of our practice uniforms, including our helmets, for this showdown with our stubborn woman. "Do you know why I call you my Queen?" She nervously bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. "Because that's what you are to me, my Queen. You deserve to be cherished and loved by all three of us. For some fucked up reason, you keep pushing us aside—but not anymore. We're claiming you, and everyone is going to know it."

"We'll talk to the owners and the team, so everyone knows we're serious about this relationship," Monk adds, placing his hand on my shoulder. "It's okay King. She knows who she belongs to, don't you, mermaid?"

She nods, "I belong to you, King, and Maximus."

"Good girl. Now Maximus is going to fuck your bratty little mouth while King fills your pussy, and I take your ass. Got it?"

"Yes. "A shiver runs through her body. I know we've won this battle, but not the war yet.

"Now strip," I command, and she follows as Maximus, Monk, and I follow suit until we are all naked.

"I should take your bratty little ass without lube." Monk smacks her ass cheek, watching as it leaves a red handprint on her creamy white skin. "But lucky for you, I stashed a bottle of lube in here the other day." Like a magician, he pulls a plastic bottleof lube from the couch cushions. "I knew we would need it someday."

I ay down on the couch with Maximus standing to the side, helping Wynn lower her soaked pussy onto my hard cock while Monk preps Wynn's ass to take his large cock.

We're all in position, each of Wynn's holes being breached by our huge cocks when the office door flies open to a gloating Hightower shouting, "Ah-ha! I told you so." And the three surprised faces of the team's owners staring at us as Monk flattens himself on top of Wynn to hide her naked body.

"Coach Flannery. Meet us in our office after you've put some clothes on." The three of them pull a still gloating Hightower away and shut the door behind them.

"See, this never should have happened." Wynn pushes at Monk's chest until he gets off of her. She stands and hurriedly throws on her clothes.

"We're coming with you." Maximus grabs her hand. "We're all in this together." He lifts her hand to kiss it,, but she pulls it out of his grip.

"It's over. Us. My job. Everything I worked so hard for it's all gone because I couldn't control myself around the three of you."

"Don't say that. You don't know what the owners will say." Monk reaches for Wynn, then pulls back when she glares at him.

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