Page 11 of Puck it Off

Not taking any chances that the security guard might be following me, I sprint through the parking lot to my car and speed home, where I lock myself in my tiny apartment above my yoga studio and cry myself to sleep, dreaming about three little boys, one with blond hair, one with dark hair, and one with reddish brown hair, all like their fathers. Only when I look at their mother, it's not me. It's some faceless woman who's living my dream.

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Owen

"Doyouthinkthisis a good idea?" Zander adjusts his hold on his duffle bag, gripping the strap tighter than necessary.

We're crashing a yoga class not robbing a bank. He needs to chill out before someone calls the cops on our suspicious behavior.

"It's a business. She's not going to kick out paying customers." I say with more confidence than I feel knowing she has every right to kick us out of her studio and out of her life.

When I came up with this idea, I thought it was perfect. There's no way Maggie would make a scene and throw out in front of her customers. Luckily, we made it passed the first hurdle—a bored looking teenager manning the front desk who was more interested in her phone then the customers who took our money, waving us on without taking her eyes off her phone.

"Come on, the class has already started." I hiss at Zander and Reece motioning them to follow me.

The last thing I need is for one of them to screw this up even more then we already have. I still can't figure out what got Maggie so riled up the other night. And why the hell did she run from Tony after the game when all he was doing was bringing her too us so we could apologize.

With no time to dwell on her actions after the hockey game last night, I lead Zander and Reece farther down the hallway. We all pause as we pass the door that leads to the massage room, none of us saying a word.

It's almost as if we're reliving every moment—I know I am.

Damn that was some night.

I glance between Zander and Reece before continuing our journey down the hall to gauge their reaction to the massage room. As expected, they both have the same longing in their eyes for Maggie that I know I have in mine.

We reach the classroom door as Maggie's sweet voice fills the air as she instructs everyone on the proper technique of each yoga pose. Until suddenly there's a harshness to her tone. Her eyes snap to the doorway where we sheepishly search for open spots to join the class.

"Gentlemen. The class has already started." Her eyes narrow and her lip curls making her look like one of those spicy kittens in all those online videos. "Please take a spot in the back of the room so you don't interrupt anyone any more than you already have."

The room erupts into a chorus of snorts and laughter, which just happens to be coming from some of our teammates that are in Maggie's class. Luckily, it's just Kyson, Bowen, and River with their girlfriend Aubree.

It's a good thing it's only them and not anyone else from our team, or I'd have to rip their eyes out watching Maggie bend in so many delicious poses—poses I'd like the four of us to try after she closes the studio tonight.

Even though I know they're in love with Aubree, I still glare at Kyson, Bowen, and River, silently letting them know we've claimed Maggie. Which only makes them laugh even harder.

"You guys have it bad, don't you?" Bowen nudges Zander's leg with his foot causing him to lose his balance and fall on his ass.

"Knock it off, dip shit." Reece hisses at Bowen, attempting to bend his body in the next position as Zander glares at Bowen before pushing off the mat to move to the next pose.

"All of you knock it off." Aubree swats Bowen on the ass causing River and Kyson to laugh even more. "Don't embarrass Maggie in front of her paying customers or I'll withhold sex from all three of you for the next month."

The shocked look on their faces at Aubree's threat would be comical but damn if they aren't three lucky bastards that already have their woman. I push down the jealousy and concentrate on the next pose Maggie is moving into.

"Fuck." Zander groans as Maggie moves into the pose, she called downward-facing dog—her luscious ass pushed out high into the air. The perfect height to ram my cock into her tightest hole—the hole only Reece got to claim.

I'm not sure how we made it through the rest of the class watching Maggie bend like that, but somehow, we did.

Maggie has the class in a standing position as she dismisses them for the night. "I'd like to thank most of you for coming tonight." A quick glare in our direction doesn't go unnoticed, reminding us that she's not glad we came tonight. If she only knew how much we want her to come tonight.

Aubree whispers something into River's ear before dashing to the front of the classroom, stealing Maggie out of our sight and into the hallway.

"Shit, she's getting away." Zander takes a step to follow them, only to be blocked by River, Bowen, and Kyson acting as a human wall none of us can get passed with their arms crossed over their chests.

"Settle down lover boys." River smirks. "The girls have things they need to discuss. One of which is why you three assholes are sniffing around Maggie."

"We're not sniffing around her." Reece tries to deny the truth, but we all know it's a load of bullshit.

"Right. And I'm Wayne Gretzky." Bowen calls our bluff. "I'm surprised no one slipped on all the drool dripping out of your mouths and on to the floor when you were eye fucking her all night."

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