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“Vincent says he’s impressed with your dedication and some of his wealthier friends have commented that their kids are now interested in hockey all of a sudden,” Easton said. “The post of Vincent and Lincoln did well and is one of the most liked posts.”

“No disrespect, but they are attractive men and well, they appeal to a wide variety of people,” I said, as I felt a blush heating my cheeks. “I mean no disrespect, I?—”

“So, what you are saying is, we need Lincoln and Vincent to lose their clothes, and we might get even more people here?” Noemi looked like she was already thinking of a way for her to do that.

“I’m sure we can all take one for the team,” Easton said, with a devilish smile. “We might need to talk to Lola and Gabriel.”

“Uh… I don’t know if that's what I meant,” I said, feeling embarrassed because of course, who could resist imaginingthem naked. “I mean we could get them naked and on the ice for a game, but I don’t think that would go over well with families.

“We got you, girl,” Noemi chuckled. “And yes, whatever you're thinking, they do look that good and all the moms out there would appreciate the eye candy.”

“I didn’t mean?—”

Noemi laughed. “Girl, we know our husband is sexy as hell. He just screams, Daddy.”

Easton said daddy at the same time and while I wanted to agree with them, I was thrown off by “our husband”.

“I’m sorry, did you say your husband as in both of you are married to him?” I couldn’t hide the shock in my voice but also awe.

“Yeah, we are married,” Easton said, pulling Noemi closer. “Well, not legally here in the states, but in all the ways that matter.”

“That’s amazing,” I said. “I didn’t know, and honestly, I love that you are all together.”

“Yeah, they are pretty amazing, and I don’t think I would know what love is without these two,” Vincent said walking up to us, triggering my cheeks to grow even redder. “You’ve met Noemi and while I don’t like it, we keep our relationship under the radar because?—”

“Because people are nosy as hell and hate what they don't understand,” Noemi clipped. “Even though it's none of their business what we do with our spare time because love is love dammit.”

The frustration in her voice was palpable and it made me feel for all of them.

“I hate that we as people can’t just accept that love is love, no matter if it's not your vision of love,” I said, feeling upset that they probably dealt with a lot of narrow- minded people. “Now, tell me, do you have any single friends?”

Noemi laughed. “Girl, every woman needs two men in her life. One older one to dole out the spankings and the other to get in trouble with.”

“Noemi,” Vincent scolded her while Easton and I laughed.

“You know I’m right, Daddy” she said, kissing his cheek and I’m pretty sure she said he would spank her tonight in Spanish.

“Did you ask her?” Vincent nuzzled Noemi’s neck.

“No, we got sidetracked with talk of Daddies,” Easton smirked, making my heart rate spike.

“These two are the worst together, always getting distracted,” Vincent chuckled.

“You love it,” Easton rolled his eyes then looked at me. “We were asking about New Years because I own a nonprofit that helps kids and young adults. We mostly cater to the LGBTQIA+ but everyone is welcomed to use our services. We have a big brother/sister program and offer counseling and legal services to anyone who needs them. We’ve been able to help so many kids, and I just want to help as many as I can.”

“That sounds wonderful,” I said, loving how passionate he was about this.

“We have a New Year's Gala and we are hoping to raise money for our organization as well as another one that will open up in Colorado Springs,” he said, as Vincent put his hand on his back. “Everyone has said amazing things about your knowledge of social media and I know for a fact that the Tampa Bay Bobcats are mad they lost you to us. I was wondering if you had time to maybe help us with social media and possibly get the word out for us. I would also love it if you were free to take pictures that night too.”

“Yes,” I said immediately. “I would love to help in any way that I can.”

“Told you she would do it,” Noemi said beaming at me.

“I can send you over an offer for your services and if everything looks?—”

“I’ll do it for free,” I said, not feeling right taking money for this.

“We can pay you and I would really prefer it if we paid you,” Easton said, looking a little more relaxed. “Take a look at the offer and?—”

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