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My already sensitive flesh is in overdrive at the stimulation, and I find myself coming from just his mouth on my breasts as his lips pull deliciously on my nipples, making sure to give equal attention to each one.

"Such a good girl." He kisses his way up to my mouth before capturing my lips with his as his mouth devours me.

He nudges my legs a part pushing his length deep inside of me. I'm still a little tender and he is by far the biggest of the three—not by much, but I'm still able to relax and let him in.

He flexes his hips pumping in and out of me until I feel a fresh wave of desire wash over me causing my pussy to throb as I come unglued. At my surrender, he pumps his hips faster until he unleashes into the condom, his body shaking as he comes.

"That was amazing." I look between the three of them with a smile.

"You haven't seen nothing yet." Is the only warning I get from Daylen before he picks me up and positions me just where they want me on the bed as they begin to show me exactly what comes next.

five

Lenni

Likeathiefinthe night, I wake up at the crack of dawn, wiggling my way out of the enormous bed and the two sexy guys' arms and legs that are wrapped around me.

Wait two. Where's Kepler?

I don't have time to dwell on where he might be as I quickly climb out of bed, throw on my dress and high heels, grab my purse and phone to schedule a ride home. I take one last look at them resting so peacefully.

What would it be like to wake up to this every day?

I know they told me they wanted more, but that's not in the cards for me right now. My future is succeeding as the first female goalie in the NHL—not with the three of them.

The walk of shame is all new to me as I retrace my steps to the front door. I'm not that girl—I don't have sex with random strangers, then leave before they wake up. But I guess I am now.

"Leaving so soon?" Kepler appears out of nowhere, smiling as he hands me a cup of black coffee. "Here."

"Thanks." I take the cup from his large hand, and I'm reminded of everything those hands did to me last night and again this morning. "Um, my ride should be here anytime." I inch my way closer to the door.

"You could stay, you know. Maybe sit and talk. You might be surprised at what you might find out." He reaches out his hand, picking up a piece of my hair off my shoulder and runs it through his fingers. "I think I prefer the curls."

A car horn honks, breaking the spell. I don't have a chance to ask him what he means by preferring the curls, "That's my ride. I should go."

"Or you could stay." He gives me that sly smile I've come to know in such a short time, and I almost cave in and stay.

No, I have to be strong. I need to leave—move on with my life. Last night was a magical night—one that I'll never repeat. It's one thing to act out a group fantasy like that. It's another to have to look into the eyes of the guys that each banged you separately while the others watched, then took you at the same time, filling every hole. Nope, it's best to leave it as a wonderful memory—but a memory, nonetheless.

"I really need to leave." I take a quick drink of the coffee, downing half the mug before setting it on the kitchen island. "Thanks for everything," I say as I rush for the front door.

Thanks for everything. Who says that after getting gang banged by a group of strangers?

Kepler sets his mug down and follows me, opening the door for my escape. Ouch, that hurts—he wants to get rid of me that fast that he's holding the door open for me. Not that I have any room to complain, I'm practically sprinting away from him.

He grabs my elbow at the last minute, halting my escape, "We'll see you around,Elenna."

The way he says my name sends a wave of awareness down my spine. When I told them my real name instead of my professional name, I didn't realize how it would affect me when they called me by that name.

They've each called out Elenna numerous times during our time together, but the way Kepler just said it puts me on edge. It's almost like an inside joke to which I'm not privy.

I nod, shaking my elbow out of his grip and dash down the steps to the waiting driver. Once inside the car, I relax back into the seat and take a deep breath. When the driver pulls away from the house, I fight the urge to turn around and see if Kepler is watching me leave.

It's a foolish thought on my part. Last night was only a hook-up—there is no need to get attached when I have my whole new pro career to concentrate on now.

The words feel hollow to my ears, but I push those feelings down, knowing I've made my choice and have to stick by it—no matter how difficult it will be.

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