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“I’m telling you right now, I won’t take your money and if you give me money, I will just donate it back into the organization,” I said with a firmer tone. “I would love to help you, free of charge.”

“You’re amazing, Valencia,” Noemi said, pulling me in for a hug. “I can help you out if you need me to, since I know this team keeps you busy.”

“I won’t need any help as long as you don’t mind me working from home and doing zoom meetings, then we should be good,” I said, already thinking of ways to drum up interest as Noemi released me. “I should be off in a few days, maybe we can schedule a meeting and start going over some things. I’m thinking we might need to take pictures of your offices and what you offer. I’ll check out your website and?—”

I didn’t finish my sentence as I was pulled into another embrace. Easton gave amazing hugs, he smelled delicious too and I knew he was good people.

“Thank you,” he murmured, pulling away quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hug you, but everything you said sounds amazing. It makes me feel good about this event if you are helping us because no one at Love4all knows anything about social media or what the hell we are doing. I promise we won’t take too much of your time. I know the hockey team is your job and priority.”

Easton glanced at Vincent with a smirk.

“Hugs are welcomed,” I said, wanting to say hugs from any of them were welcomed, but I didn’t think my boss wouldappreciate it. “I’m excited about this and here is my cell. The sooner we get started the more time I have to ensure this goes amazingly.”

“Gracias, Valencia,” Vincent said. “This organization means a lot to us and we appreciate you helping us out.”

“Of course, this organization is exactly what these younger kids need, and I am happy to help,” I said with a blush.

“Come on, it's late,” Vincent said.

“Maybe for you, Daddy,” Noemi said and I laughed. “We should go get drinks or maybe plan over tacos and Margaritas.”

“That's the best way to plan,” I said, as they waved goodbye.

“Thanks, Valencia,” Easton said again, before turning around as Vincent threw an arm over his shoulder kissing his temple.

They looked so amazing together. I loved that people were now more comfortable to love who they wanted. A small part of me wondered what life would be like with two men at my side. Probably lots of orgasms, some arguments and some awesome cuddling. That sounded pretty damn good in my opinion. Memories flooded my brain as I thought of the two men I met for Admirer’s Night at The Atelier. Yeah, I needed two men, stat.

8

Hunter

Iwas in the penalty box again. It was the second time this game, but I was fucking pissed. The team was playing like shit again, and Gomez kept pissing me off because he wouldn’t pass to me. He was only passing to Webber or taking stupid shots.

I knew why he was being an ass, but he needed to grow the fuck up. He had been coddled his entire career, and no one had had the guts to tell his stupid face that he sucked under pressure. I drank some water to cool down, watching the time go down so fucking slowly.

The other team was not playing that great either which was the fucking break we needed; we had to beat these guys. Our guys were so much more talented than their team and this should have been an easy win. My timer went off and I was charging on the ice so they lost their advantage.

I heard the coach yelling at me to get my ass back, but I saw an opportunity to steal the puck. Zooming by, checking their left wing, I grabbed the puck, shot it down and hoped someone was there. Webber was hauling ass, reaching for the puck, flicking it to our other left wing, Bennet.

Bennet flicked it back to Webber to psych them out as he rounded the goalie and it was perfect. Webber acted like he was going to slap shot, but drop passed it to Bennet who hit it in the goal.

Fuck Yes!

I skated to Webber and Bennet.

“That was fucking great!” I yelled, knocking our heads together and I pushed Bennet to make a lap around to celebrate.

“Get your ass back on the bench!” Coach yelled at me and I went willingly. I stepped in to make room for Webber and Bennet. Gomez was still on the bench looking sour and it served him right. He needed to play better.

Coach put Gomez out with us again, and as he skated out, I looked at Coach.

“Put Bennet with us next time,” I said skating, rushing for the puck when Gomez body checked their defense, stealing the puck.

He passed it to Webber who passed it to me as I skated toward the left side of the goal. Gomez was open, but I was going to give him a piece of his own medicine and I took the shot. The goalie blocked it and with faster reflexes than I had seen all game, Gomez hit the puck in.

I heard Webber yelling as he raced towards Gomez. Webber and Johnson joined their celebration. Gomez made his lap, the team congratulating him and his smile grew bigger and bigger. I clenched my jaw, looking away, hating that my mistake had given him a goal. We did a line change and Gomez was riding his high, sitting down as Coach said good job.

We were up by two at the start of the third period. We were struggling to keep our lead and our goalie, Clark, was getting tested more times than I would have liked. We were losing steam and with four minutes on the clock, they scored.

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