Page 7 of Puck So Good
“Are you okay?” I shift my eyes to her phone, curious who would make her react like that. “Do I even dare ask who’s texting you?”
“It’s nothing.” She gives me a half smile. “Just a couple of old ghosts trying to haunt me.” She tries to laugh it off, but I don’t buy her act.
“Alright then, back to your date.” I sip my coffee as she tells me everything that happened last night, including the part about them wanting to keep dating and sharing her.
I try not to react to her good news of finding two guys who actually want to be with her. Unlike me, who feels used in the light of day.
“So, the plan is for us to go on dates and see if the three of us are compatible enough to sustain a relationship with both of them sharing me.”
“I can definitely say that sharing is amazing after last night.” The words slip out, but I can’t help that it’s the truth.
She gives a small snort. “All three at the same time, huh?” She raises an eyebrow and blows on her coffee. “How was it?”
“It was so good, Ollie. You were right, all those hands and lips on my body at the same time, kissing, touching, licking. It was insane how good it felt to have all my holes filled at the same time.”
“Maybe I need to add a third guy so all my holes will be filled.”
It’s my turn to snort, “Yeah, it was fine for a one-and-done, but I don’t see a repeat of it in my future any time soon.”
“Oh, Blair, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, really. Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be ready to head to the arena. You can help me in my office until it's time to get ready for the game. It'll help me take my mind off last night. Plus, you need to finish telling me about your decision—are you going to date Ryker and Felix?”
“Fine, but you need to give me a bit more detail about your night last night. At least tell me it was worth the pain you're feeling today.”
“Sure.” I give Ollie a small smile before I leave the kitchen to get ready for the game later today. I’m actually covering for one of the hostesses in the family skybox for the game today. Maybe getting to the arena early will help me get my mind off of Brant,Charlie, and Remy. I’m sure they’ve already headed back to Canada by now. It’s not like Brant has ever stayed longer than a day each time he’s been in town.
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Brant
“Brant.” Daylen reaches outhis hand to mine. “I thought you and your brothers would be heading back to Canada by now.”
I extend my arm and shake Daylen’s hand, not ready to explain to the team owner that my brothers and I made a terriblemistake this morning with one of his employees. Last night was risky enough--we can’t tempt fate and have a repeat until after the draft. But that doesn't mean we can’t stay in town a little longer and check on Blair.
“We had some extra time, so we thought we would stay a few more days in town and catch a couple of games.” It’s a terrible excuse, and by the way he’s looking at the three of us, I’m not sure Daylen is buying it.
“Sure, anytime. Have a seat,” he motions for us to sit at one of the high-top tables in the owners’ luxury box. “Blair is our hostess in the owner’s box tonight. She’ll take care of getting you whatever you need." As if saying her name conjures her, she walks into the luxury box wearing a team t-shirt that stretches tightly across her chest, a short skirt, and heels. She might be dressed like the rest of the servers in the box, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. “Now, gentlemen, if you would excuse me, I have to give our goalie a good luck kiss before the game.”
Blair rolls her eyes as she walks over to our table, “What can I get you gentlemen…to drink?” She adds quickly.
It’s all I can do to stop myself from pulling her into my arms and never letting her go. “We’ll take three beers, whatever you have on tap.” I manage to say.
Her hips sway seductively as she heads to the bar to get our drinks. I’m pretty sure it’s not intentional, or at least not for us, judging by the glare she gave us when she took our order.
“I bet she spits in our drinks,” Charlie mumbles. “We’re such assholes.”
I don’t correct his assessment, because he’s right. We never should have treated her the way we did this morning.
We keep watching as she smiles and talks with everyone she meets, her smile genuine and sweet, unlike the one she gives us. She slams our beers onto the table, causing the foam to rise and spill over the edges of the glasses.
By the time the game was over, I couldn’t even tell you who won. The only reason I knew the Iowa Poseidon won was because Blair was handing shots out to everyone—everyone except us.
“Will that be all, gentlemen?” Blair stops by our table one last time.
“No, come back to our hotel room with us," I say before I can stop myself, shocking everyone at the table. “Just to talk, so we can apologize.” I quickly add as I see her resistance weakening.
“Fine, but I have to finish cleaning up here and take a shower.” The thought of her in the shower, all soaped up, makes my cock throb behind the zipper of my pants.
