Page 128 of Friendzone Hockey
“The three of you have already done so much for me, given me enough of your time, I can’t use any more of it for selfish reasons.”
He clears his throat. “Then I suppose I should admit that our inflatable didn’t hit you by accident.”
“Some kind of kismet thing?” I ask.
He smirks. “If kismet is the same as I threw it at you, then yes.”
We break down in quiet laughter. Fuck, I’m laughing. If only Casey were here to see this, he wouldn’t believe it.
“To be perfectly honest, we haven’t given up on absorbing you into our triad. I think you’d fit with us, and I don’t say that often, but we’re big on consent, so you’re safe from me keeping you against your will.” He winks. “But I would like a big favor that I think would also be good for you.”
“Oh?”
“One of their biggest kinks is me lending them out, and they’re dying to be lent out to you. They also wanted to see Vancouver on our vacation, but I’m going to have to fly back for work. You don’t even have to be with them sexually—though I highly suggest it for ultimate relaxation—even looking after them will soothe a bit of that ache in you. Maybe help you see that you can look after someone else like you looked after Dash. That it’s okay to meet that need.”
My hand pauses in Alex’s hair briefly, before I resume combing the soft tresses. I can’t even imagine sharing Dash. If he were mine, he’d be just mine.
“Wow, I don’t know what to say. You hardly know me … you’d really trust me to look after them?”
He nods. “They’re fully capable of telling you to go fuck yourself if you do anything to hurt them.”
“I’d never.”
“I know or I wouldn’t have suggested it.”
I don’t think it would be just them telling me to go fuck myself. “Can I think about it?”
“Of course. We still have another six days. There are a few things I’ll have to tell you about them if you decide to take them with you, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.”
“And, and, can we call you Hockey Daddy? Just for while we visit?” Trent asks from the back seat.
“Yeah, you can call me Hockey Daddy—hey, Alex, you’re gonna … spill that,” I say after he’s already spilled his bottle of water everywhere.
They’re adorable, but they’re a damn handful. They wouldn’t put their seatbelts on because they were distracted, poking around in all the nooks and crannies of my new vehicle. Trent played with the windows so much, I had to turn on the child locks. He wanted the window down, which was fine, but he stuck his head and arms out so far, I had to make him move to the middle seat, or else I was rolling the damn window up.
Philip warned me not to let them sit together on long car rides. “They get restless and restless boys get into trouble,” he said.
I wasn’t gonna find out what that meant, so Alex is in the passenger seat.
“Sorry, Hockey Daddy,” Alex says.
“That’s okay, it’s just water.” Thank fuck. “Pick some music, eh?” I hand him my phone. That’ll keep him busy for a few minutes.
Yeah, so I’m taking them with me. I couldn’t let this feeling go. I feel fucking great, and them being delightful menaces goes a long way to keeping the pain at bay.
“What kinds of things do you guys want me to show you when we’re in Van?”
“I’ve always wanted to go to the Vancouver Aquarium,” Alex says. “Do they really have sea otters there?”
“They do. How about you, Trent?”
“I’d like to check out a hockey game,” he says. “I’m not built for playing, though, just watching men chase other men around with sticks.”
“Hate to disappoint you, bud, but there’s no hockey in the summer. I do, however, know some guys, and we could probably arrange something.” There's enough between us, Meyers, and Elkingtons for two teams, and we could rent the ice at one of the local rinks. Or we could arrange another street hockey battle.
There’s no one home when we get there, but there doesn’t need to be. I’m hit in the face with the smells of us—our unique home smell. There isn’t one thing our house smells like, it’s the combination of me, Casey, Dirk, and Dash. I get an electric shock of pain that takes my breath away.
It’s as if they can tell. “C’mon, Hockey Daddy. Let us make you feel better, okay? Or at least watch us have fun. You could tell us what to do to have fun!” Trent says.
