“Yeah. Bottom division though. We play mostly for fun.”
“And drinks,” added Erik. “Don’t forget that part.”
They filed out together, as two new teams had already taken the ice. I sat with them as they unlaced their skates, bantering back and forth with their other teammates. One by one, each of the Junior Demons headed into the locker room to change.
“We usually go out to the bar afterward,” said Roman. “To uh… celebrate our loss.”
“It gets pretty rowdy though,” added Zane.
Erik snickered and nodded. “Imagine what it would be like if we won?”
“Well there was that tie…” Roman pointed out.
All three of them were grinning now, probably calling up some fond, raucous memory. I imagined a dozen grown men, roaring like vikings as they celebrated a bottom-division hockey tie. It was a funny image.
“So we’re going to a bar, then?” I inquired.
Erik shook his head. “Nope.”
“But I thought you said—”
“Tonight’s special,” interrupted Zane. “The rest of the team can go drinking without us.”
I nodded mechanically, while scanning them over. Their handsome faces were flush and alive, every inch of their exposed skin covered in glistening man-sweat. Roman’s thick dark hair was all wet and slick. Zane pulled his jersey over his head, and I could feel the heat coming off the layers of padding beneath.
It was all so fucking sexy.
“So… what’s so special about tonight?” I asked breathlessly.
They stood around me in a little triangle, the three of them. All of them grinning. Their eyes, glowing with the thrill of a thousand possibilities.
“Tonight we have you.”
Thirty-One
ERIK
The lights were dim, the music soft and low. There was no drinking. No laughing. It was the most mellow after-game celebration we’d ever had, all three of us sitting silently, side by side on the couch in my living room.
And that’s because Savannah was kneeling before us. Taking turns sucking us into her hot, eager throat.
She’d disappeared into our bathroom for a few minutes, before coming out in some of the hottest lingerie I’d ever seen. She wore a lacy red bodysuit that showed almost everything. It stretched tightly over her lithe, perfect body, ending in a sexy frilled skirt that only made it halfway down the curve of her flawless ass.
Every time she bent low to take one of us deep, I imagined I could see her pussy just peeking out of her tiny red thong. But it also could’ve been a trick of the eye. It was hard to see with the lights so low, and nearly impossible to concentrate with her tongue or fingers tracing their way up and down the length of my throbbing shaft.
FUCK…
It was the craziest night ever, and we’d seen some pretty insane nights here. But this was a different kind of crazy. A slow, sensuous journey of watching and touching and feeling. Of sharing the same girl together and experiencing every inch of her smooth, delectable body… between myself and my best friends.
That part right there made my stomach do a slow, sexy roll.
It wasn’t something we’d ever talked of doing, or even fantasized about. The whole thing had just happened. It had all occurred so naturally, so organically, that there wasn’t even time to consider it until it was all over.
And when we did go over what had happened, none of us was really sure what to do.
We liked her, that was for sure. Savannah was fun, funny. Cool and smart. Pretty much everything each of us looked for in a girlfriend, but without the usual drama.
Best of all though, Savannah was chill. She had a stark honesty about her, attached to a no-pressure attitude that made her totally appealing. And of course, she was gorgeous. Beautiful on the outside, hotter than hell on the inside. A gorgeous red spitfire with a molten core…