Page 139 of Pucking the Team
Within a second, Eduardo had me in his arms and was pulling me to the bed, spooning around me. I was wet, dripping between my legs, but I didn’t have the energy to do anything about that.
Dylan stood straight at the side of the bed. He grinned down at me, then extended his hands over his head, fingers linked, and elongated his torso in a long stretch. His skin was flushed and shiny with sweat, his cock still pretty hard. He grinned at me in his unique and wickedly sexy way, then turned and sauntered to the bathroom looking like he’d just won the goddamn lotto.
“You are fucking incredible,” Eduardo murmured by my ear.
“You guys are rather spectacular, too.” I held out my arms.
Ben scooted close.
He kissed the tip of my nose then traced my jawline with his fingertip.
“You enjoy that?” I asked.
“You know damn well I did.” His eyes sparkled, their blue depths reminding me of the Caribbean Ocean, around Barbados. “And seeing you, come like that, with Theo and Dylan, that was the stuff of my fantasies. Or maybe just the start of more fantasies.”
“I never thought, I mean…that I would…” I frowned.
“Well, you did, and it sure sounded like you were finding it off-the-scale awesome,” Ben said. “Right?”
“Right.” I let out a sigh, my body sinking into the bed and against Eduardo. “You’re right, I did.”
He grinned and twisted to Theo who was flopped out behind him. “You got it up again quick.”
Theo chuckled and reached over his brother to take my hand. “I could always fuck again in ten minutes if it’s Pippa.” He caught my eye and laughed. “I never felt so damn turned on.”
“I might need a nap,” I said. “I’m pretty…” I yawned. “Exhausted after that.”
“And last night was wild,ma choue,me and you.”
“It was.” I closed my eyes.
“What the fuck are you all doing?” Dylan’s voice boomed around the bedroom.
“What?” Ben asked.
Theo sat, and Eduardo stiffened behind me.
“We’ve got practice. Or had you forgotten?” He tapped his wrist, over a nonexistent watch. “Bunch of goddamn slackers.”
“Practice?” I twisted to peer up at him.
His hair and skin was damp, and a white towel sat around his waist.
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Post-fuck group hugs are nice and all, but we’ve got games to get ready for, games we need to win.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Theo sat and scrubbed his hand over his hair. “I’ll go shower.” He stood and ambled from the room, his limbs for once hanging a little slack and his shoulders not as bunched as usual. He had the look of a man who had been thoroughly satisfied, and boy did he deserve that.
“I don’t want to leave you,” Ben said with a frown.
“I’ll be fine.”
“It’s been a hell of a start to a day, what with escaping the hotel and now this,” he said.
“True, but the day is ticking on, and Mike and Gina will have a fit if you’re all no-shows, and they’d be right to blame me for that.”
“We have our own free will,” Ben said. “And you’re our priority.”
I touched his cheek and smiled. “Hockey is also a priority, it’s your livelihood. Now go, go and practice with your pucks, and I’ll be here when you get back.”
