Page 12 of Puck it Off

Damn, were we that obvious?

"Look, we're just giving you shit." Kyson takes pity on us and offers us a lifeline. "We're still in that new phase with Aubree so we know exactly how you feel. But give the girls some time alone. Maybe come back tomorrow night for goat yoga." Both Bowen and River snort in laughter causing me to question Kyson's sincerity.

"Fine, we'll leave, but we'll be back tomorrow night and every night we aren't on the road or at a game until she gives in." I say, looking from Kyson to River to Bowen. "Make sure to pass the word, Maggie is ours. No one else gets to touch her, taste her, or even go out on a date with her."

"You got it." Kyson smirks, making me want to punch him in the face. But I'll save my anger for practice tomorrow when I'm smashing their smug faces into the plexiglass.

"Come on guys, let's get out of here." I say, motioning for Zander and Reece to follow me.

They hesitate for a few seconds before walking with me out of the room. But before we reach the door, I swear I hear Bowen say, "They are so fucked."

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"Spill."Aubreeslamsmyoffice door behind us. "I didn't push you last night about your relationship with Owen, Zander, and Reece, but come on, by the way they were eye fucking you all night, I'd be surprised if you're not pregnant."

"Haha, very funny. It seems like someone didn't pay attention in health class."

"I live on a farm. I'm pretty sure I know more about pregnancies then you do." Aubree takes my arm, pulling me across the room to sit on the couch. "Speaking of pregnancies, did you use protection?"

Involuntary my hands slide across my flat stomach. The thought of not having their babies makes my heart hurt.

Why did they have to be such jerks?

They were so funny and cute as they tempted and teased me into giving them massages—not to mention the fantastic sex. It was definitely the stuff that fantasies are made of.

Unfortunately, that's all it will ever be—a one night fantasy. "Of course we used protection." I roll my eyes. "Like I want to raise their kids." My tone lacks the sarcasm I intended, because damn it if I don't want to raise their children.

It's a good thing I boiled their used condoms the other night to destroy any possibility of an unwanted pregnancy.

Who am I kidding, with the instant attraction I feel for the three of them, I was afraid I might actually suck up their baby batter with a turkey baster and inseminate myself.

Not really, but the thought did cross my mind more than once while I was waiting for the water to boil on the stove top.

"Are you sure about that? Because the sad look in your eyes tells a different story."

Aubree's my best friend. I should be able to tell her anything. But for some reason I can't get the words out. Not when she's so happy with three men of her own. I'll just end up sounding like a bitter old maid.

"I'm sure. It was just sex—one and done." I flinch at those words that still hurt to hear.

"That's odd." Aubree scrunches her eyebrows in thought. "I've never heard that saying before, one and done, until the other night before the hockey game. Bowen told me they had to win since it was their one shot against the Kraken and not a series. He said it was one and done."

The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

Could I have misunderstood what they were talking about?

I shake my head to clear the thought. It was just a coincidence that both Zander and Bowen said the same phrase in the same twenty-four-hour period. We'd just gotten done having group sex—well kind of group sex. Why would they be talking about hockey afterwards?

Because you were just a hole Maggie May. A one and done piece of ass for them to fuck for fun.

Damn Owen for ruining one of my favorite songs by calling me Maggie May. It's time to forget about them and move on.

"Look, Aubree, I think it's sweet that you're worried about me, but all I can say is, it was the best and the worst night of my life and I really just want to forget it ever happened."

"They didn't force themselves on you, did they? I can bring my three meanest goats to goat yoga class tomorrow night, because you know Zander, Owen, and Reece are going to be there, eye fucking you again. I can have the goats headbutt them in the junk."

"No, they don't really do that do they?" A vision of Zander, Owen, and Reece trying to avoid a goat head to the junk is too funny.

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