Buffalo Intimidators
Head Games
Leo Laporte and Scott Schaeffer are teammates on the ice and roommates off it who also share women. They’ve been coming into Kelly Chase’s bistro after games for months, and they know they want her. As the attraction grows, the men realize they want more than a one-night stand—they want forever.
Kelly’s not so sure. Yes, she wants both men, much to her own mortification. But a permanent ménage relationship? That’s taking giving her heart away to a whole new level, and a chance she’s hesitant to take. Then Leo is injured and Scott’s on the trading block, and she realizes this may be her only shot at true, everlasting love.
There are so many questions swirling around inside Kelly’s head. Can she believe in Leo and Scott’s love? And will her business and her reputation survive once people find out she’s with two men?
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 39,424 words
HEAD GAMES
Buffalo Intimidators
Cassandra Carr
MENAGE AMOUR
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HEAD GAMES
Copyright © 2011 by Cassandra Carr
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HEAD GAMES
Buffalo Intimidators
CASSANDRA CARR
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
“I can’t take it anymore!” Leo Laporte, goaltender for the Buffalo Intimidators, glared at his teammates as they glided past him after the third goal in the first ten minutes of the game was scored. “You guys either play some fucking defense or I’ll jam my stick where the sun don’t shine! You got that?” Crouching down into his stance, he banged said stick on each post just as he did before every face-off at center ice. Looking up, he saw the head coach, Tom, waving at him. A quick glance to Tom’s left showed his goaltending partner, Scott Schaeffer, warming up. “Fuck!”
Tom called a time-out, and Leo skated to the bench, bracing for the tirade. “You guys need to get your heads outta your asses, pronto. You’re down by three already and the game’s hardly even ten minutes old. Since you don’t seem to want to play for Leo tonight, we’ll see how you do with Scott in net.” Tom threw a sympathetic look Scott’s way. “Good luck saving anything with these jackasses in front of you.” Tom wasn’t known for mincing words, and tonight was no exception.
Leo opened the door to the bench and squeezed around one of the team’s hulking defensemen as best he could.
Glaring at the man, he thought, Slug’s not good for much tonight. Certainly not getting out of my way.
The guy was built like a tank and made a much better door than he did a window, as Leo could attest on that third goal. The puck had been in the net before Leo had even been able to react.
Leo clapped Scott on the shoulder. “Good luck, man.”
Scott nodded and took the ice. Performing a few quick stretches in the crease, he raised his catching glove to signal his readiness to continue play. Leo sat down, taking a long pull from a water bottle he’d grabbed from the shelf in front of him. No one said a word to him, which was just fine.
The team responded to Scott being in net and scored two goals by the end of the first. Leo stalked into the dressing room, heading straight for the can. Just as he’d planned, by the time he got out, the second period was about to start. Tom told him he was going to continue to play Scott to see if they couldn’t salvage the game, and Leo nodded. It irked him that he’d been left out to dry, but he also knew damn well they’d done the same to Scott in the past. It was one of those weird hockey things no one could put a finger on, and Leo didn’t even try.
After trundling back to the bench for the second period, his stomach growled. The noise caused his mind to wander, straight to the tall, curvy woman with a mess of curls his hands just itched to plunge into. Right now, Kelly Chase was probably pulling her famous apple pie out of the oven at the bistro where he and Scott had been going for dinner after games for nearly a year. Thinking about seeing her made his cock harden inside his jock and he willed it down. Having a hard-on when wearing a cup was a pretty damn unpleasant experience—one he wasn’t eager to go through at the moment.
He’d bet she knew he’d been pulled, but he’d also put money on the fact that if anyone made an ass-hatted comment about why, she’d shut them right up. Kelly knew her hockey, and she watched every game on the big screen TV housed behind the counter at her bistro as best she could in between cooking meals for the customers. He could almost smell her special sour cream apple pie. She on
ly made it on home game days when she knew Leo and Scott would be coming in afterward for their postgame meal. She’d even named it after the team, calling it “Intimidating Apple Pie.” There was sure as hell nothing intimidating about it, but it was definitely sinful, which was just how he liked it.
Thinking about her and her pie brought his mind to other subjects, like what she was most likely wearing that night. It drove him crazy the way she dressed in these cute little light-pink T-shirts with “Kelly’s” emblazoned on the front, right across her ample breasts. Even her chef’s clogs—also light pink—were cute. But her body wasn’t cute. It was sexy as hell. She was all bumps and curves, in all the right places. She wasn’t a dainty little thing, standing only about an inch shorter than his five foot ten, and he loved that about her. It gave him something to hold on to, should he ever be blessed with the opportunity to get into her checkered chef’s pants.
Leo was jerked out of his lust-hazed stupor by the “heads up” shout from his teammates. A puck was sailing right for him, and he automatically knocked it down with his blocker before it could do any damage. He didn’t wear his goalie mask on the bench, and if his reflexes weren’t lightning quick, he would’ve taken a puck right to his grill.
Head in the game, Leo.
Settling back, he watched his team tie it up by the end of the second. During intermission, Tom took both he and Scott aside and said he wanted to put Leo back in. Scott shrugged. He’d always been the more easygoing of the two men. Their combined personalities meshed well, which translated into a successful goaltending partnership and a friendship that had spanned nearly eight years.
Leo stretched out and took the ice for the third. Their opponent seemed momentarily surprised by another goaltending change but recovered quickly and gave the Intimidators a challenge. In the end, Leo got the win by one goal. After accepting the congratulations of his teammates, he bopped Scott on the head as they left the ice together. “Kelly’s is on you tonight, bro,” Scott said.
Leo snorted. He’d been expecting no less. “Not a problem. I hope she made apple pie.”
“She always makes apple pie if there’s a home game.”
They rushed through their postgame interviews and hopped into the shower. Only a half hour after the buzzer, they were climbing into Leo’s Range Rover on their way to Kelly’s. When they walked in, she turned from behind the counter to greet them. Leo caught sight of her luscious tits straining the material of her T-shirt and his dick twitched. He quickly ran his hand over it.
Down, boy.
“Hey guys. Good game, both of you.”
“Thanks,” they answered in unison, sliding onto stools.
“How about some apple pie?” Leo said, licking his lips already. An image of him nibbling pieces of it off of her flew into his head. Man, was he horny tonight…
Kelly put her hands on her hips. “You know better than that. I never let you have apple pie until after you eat a good meal.”
Leo rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Perusing the specials written on a chalkboard underneath the TV, he ordered shepherd’s pie. Scott asked for a chicken souvlaki wrap, and they settled back to relax as Kelly went into the kitchen to make their food. “I fuckin’ love those T-shirts. I’d give up a mil of my salary just to be that T-shirt for a day.”
“Don’t I know it…” Since it was late, Kelly was waiting tables herself, in addition to cooking, and both of them tracked her as she bustled around behind the counter. Coming back over, she poured them both ice waters and plopped silverware in front of them before going into the back once again. There were still a few customers, but everyone gave the Intimidators their privacy here—it was one of the reasons Leo and Scott loved to come here so much. The primary reason, of course, was Kelly herself.
“Okay, so let’s go over everything again—make sure we’re on the same page here,” Leo urged.
“All right. Can’t hurt. We need to present a united front if we’re gonna do this.”
“Exactly. So both of us want her.” They’d been attracted to Kelly since the moment they’d laid eyes on her, but had come to the realization a few months ago that their feelings ran deeper than simple lust.
Scott nodded, his eyes as determined and focused as Leo had ever seen them. “Yes, we both want her, and the only way that will work is if we share her. But we need to make it clear at some point, maybe not right up front, that we want her more than just sex.”
“And we think tonight is the night?”
“She’s definitely intrigued.” Scott paused and Leo could practically see the wheels turning in his friend’s head. “Even when we mentioned a threesome last week, she didn’t run.”
“Yeah, and did you see the expression on her face? She wants it.”
“I think so, too. But don’t forget. We can’t push her too hard. And everything one of us does affects the other. We can’t let her tear us apart, and if this thing starts to do that, we need to reconsider.”
“Agreed,” Leo answered. He held up his fist. “Even now, even with Kelly, bros over hos, man.” The two men did a quick fist bump and Leo relaxed a little.
A few minutes later, Kelly backed out of the kitchen, her arms laden with plates, and both men paused to admire her ass in her tight chef’s pants. She caught them staring and just shook her head, laughing.
Yes, they were done waiting for her to come around. It was time to put Operation Seduction into action.
Chapter Two
Kelly watched as her guys tucked into the food she’d prepared for them. They ate like ravenous beasts, which wasn’t surprising, considering they hadn’t eaten in hours. Scott tended to eat more healthful foods than Leo did, as evidenced by his wrap versus Leo’s shepherd’s pie. She smiled, but it quickly faded as a rush of longing overtook her.
My guys. Right. I wish.
But she’d never admit that to them. Not in a million years. How messed up was it to want both of them? And not separately, but together. Who did that? Sure, they flirted with her and told her they wanted her, but that kind of thing didn’t really happen. People didn’t just go around sleeping with two guys at the same time. Leo looked up at her and winked, and she flushed. It was like he could see straight into her brain and knew exactly what she was thinking. “More water?” she asked, hovering over his glass with the pitcher. He grunted, and she refilled it for him, laughing. “Is that all I’m getting now? Grunting?”
“Oh, honey, you can have a lot more than that. Just say the word.” He winked at her again and she beat a strategic retreat before she could make an ass of herself. She shouldn’t want this—it was wrong on so many levels. These guys were players in every sense of the word. They played hard on the ice, and even harder off the ice. They were heartbreakers, and had left a trail of wounded women all the way from Buffalo to Vancouver. She’d heard all about them, and she wasn’t about to add her name to the list of the women who had fallen for their charm, only to be forgotten the next day.
Her business couldn’t afford the drop in customers, either. People came into Kelly’s hoping for a glimpse of the infamous two-headed goalie monster. Leo and Scott spent money like it grew on trees, oftentimes paying for the meals of whoever was in the restaurant if one of them had a shutout, and were good tippers to boot. Losing them would put a serious dent in her plans to pay off the SBA loan she’d taken to start the place.
She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Shhh, it’s just me.” Scott leaned toward her as he spoke, and she breathed in the scent of him. It was a heady mixture of soap, cologne, and testosterone-laden man. Clearly she was losing her mind, as she hadn’t even heard him approach.
“Did you need something?”
Scott smiled, and Kelly barely bit back a groan. “Got any veggies? I need something to munch on. Unless you’ve got something better than veggies.” He waggled his eyebrows and she worried that if he remained this close to her overheated body, she couldn’t be responsible for her actions. She’d been fighting this at
traction forever, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.
“In the cooler.” She didn’t bother to get them for him. At this point, the guys knew their way around the kitchen, since they often helped her close up at night when they came in after their games. She actually liked having the guys in the kitchen. It was her secret little place to spend time with them away from prying eyes. Her domain. They loved watching her do her closing duties, and for her part it was nice to have some company that late at night, especially hunky, well-built, attentive company.
He came back out with a baby carrot hanging out of his mouth and Kelly couldn’t help but imagine his lips wrapped around something else—something much more pleasant for both of them. Her nipples tingled as she thought about him suckling her breasts, going from one to the other and back again. Scott tossed his shaggy, dark-blond hair out of his eyes and she once again wondered how it didn’t get in the way when he was tending goal. His light-blue eyes reminded her of a stalking predator when they showed a close-up during the game. The best way she could describe them then was watchful and ice-cold. Right now they were darker, and ice was the furthest thing from her mind when she looked at them.
Leo, in contrast, was a dark, avenging angel, with closely cropped dark hair, dark skin, and dark eyes. Looking at him, one would never figure that he was almost all of French-Canadian ancestry. He’d been born in Canada before his father had moved them to Michigan when Leo was still a baby. Leo’s father had been a journeyman goaltender in the minors for years, and so Leo had lived all over the United States and Canada as a result. Scott was born and bred in Wisconsin and had that Midwest Scandinavian look to him. Both of them were gorgeous in their own way. Leo was shorter and leaner, whereas Scott was tall and more muscled, like a Nordic god. Thankfully, both of them were taller than she was, which was becoming less and less common in the guys she’d dated recently. She was starting to feel like an overstuffed giraffe.
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