MasukI glanced down at the oversized shirt and tugged at the hem. "He lent it to me because I didn't have anything comfortable to sleep in. Don't make it weird.""I'm not making anything weird. I'm simply gathering information.""Gigi, you're impossible.""And you're living with three ridiculously attractive hockey players. I think I'm allowed to be curious."I buried my face in the pillow, laughing. "I should've never called you.""Oh, you absolutely should have. Now tell me about Brick. Is he as charming off the ice as he is on it?"I thought about his sweet lips, the hard length of his cock, and the way he'd saved me a seat at dinner. "Unfortunately, yes."Gigi squealed. "I KNEW IT.""Keep your voice down! He might hear you.""Good. Maybe he'll know I'm keeping an eye on him."I tucked the phone closer to my ear. "Oh, my God. Get your mind out of the gutter." Though, honestly, I wasn't sure which one of us needed to hear that more, her or me."I'm just trying to understand how you went
I glanced around again, taking in the scattered shoes by the entrance, the jackets tossed over the couch, and the little signs of life everywhere. The place was a mess, sure, but it had a warmth to it that made me smile. It felt lived-in, loud, and completely theirs and I was starting to find it ridiculously endearing."Charming, isn't it?" Rook said, catching me looking."That's one word for it."He pressed a hand to his chest. "She's already insulting our home. I feel attacked.""Give her five minutes," Tank said. "She hasn't seen your bedroom yet.""Nobody needs to see my bedroom."I laughed, and for once, it came naturally.Brick shook his head, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as he pointed toward the staircase. "First door on the left. Fresh sheets, clean towels, bathroom across the hall." His smile softened as he added, almost under his breath, "Make yourself at home, sweetheart. You're welcome here."I caught the front of his shirt between my fingers and gave it a playfu
My body started to shake.The lukewarm water had finally gone cold, and the four of us stood there in the wreckage of what we had just done—dripping, marked, still trying to remember how to breathe. Cum and water mixed on my thighs in thick, glossy trails. Brick’s hand remained braced against the tile beside my head, his chest rising and falling hard against my back. Rook’s eyes were dark and heavy-lidded. Tank simply watched me, steady and unreadable, as if he were waiting to see whether I would shatter or run.“Enough talking,” Brick said, his voice low and rough with authority. He reached for a towel and wrapped it around me first, the motion tight and efficient, before taking one for himself. Rook and Tank moved without needing further instruction, the easy coordination of men who had shared more than just ice time.No one spoke while they dried me.Brick worked the towel through my hair with firm strokes that lef
I couldn’t stand.Brick’s last thrust left me locked against the tile, legs wrapped around his waist, every inch of me dripping with them. Rook’s cum slid down the inside of my thighs in thick, warm trails. Tank’s mixed with it, leaking out in filthy pulses every time Brick shifted. My own release coated everything, my belly, Brick’s cock still buried deep, the wet tile under my feet. Full. Stuffed. Used. The air reeked of sex and steam and the three of them.“Mmmhhh…” When Brick finally eased out, the empty ache ripped a whimper from my throat. Cum spilled down my legs in a heavy rush. Rook’s hand was there instantly, two fingers catching some of it and pushing it back inside.“Look at that,” he muttered. “She’s already overflowing.”Tank dragged the head of his cock through the mess. “Pledge complete. She’s marked.”“Wha—” My voice died in my throat, the air rushing out of my lungs as I stared at him in disbelief.My knees buckled.The binder they’d ripped off mid-fuck, the orgasms
“Brick! Someone’s coming!” I panicked, shoving at his chest, but he only caught me tighter and drove back into me—harder, deeper, the kind of thrust that stole the air right out of my lungs. I muffled the next helpless sound against his shoulder.“Ignore them,” Brick murmured, voice low and easy, like this was just another practice skate. But hello—I was Jax, undercover, naked, and getting f*cked by the veteran who was supposed to be my mentor.“Holy shit!”The shout snapped my head up. I knew that voice.Rook. The chatty one I hated most, frozen in the doorway with his mouth hanging open.A second low whistle. Tank. Forward. Always smirking like he already knew the punchline.Brick never slowed. If anything his next stroke landed deeper, dragging another broken “ah—” out of me while the two of them stood just outside the open stall, staring at the full picture: me bent under the spray, Brick’s d*ck splitting me open on every thrust, water running down my shaking thighs.Rook’s voice
Brick's mouth stayed on mine, relentless, while the hand on my hip dragged me tighter against the thick ridge of his d*ck. With every shift, the soaked fabric of his pants dragged across my bare stomach, following the soft curve of my lower belly before brushing the sensitive place where I was still swollen and wet from my own touch.I couldn't stop the next sound that slipped out."Ah—Brick—"He swallowed, his fingers tightening in my hair as he gently tipped my head back. Water streamed down both of us. Steam clung to every place our skin touched. His thigh stayed wedged between mine, and every tiny roll of my hips dragged my cl*t along the hard muscle of his leg.I hated how good it felt.My fingers pushed higher under his shirt, tracing the ridges of his abs, the wet heat of his skin. He made a low, rough sound against my mouth and rolled his hips once—slow, deliberate—so I felt his boner underneath."Still think this is a mistake?" he murmured against my lips. I tried to answer







