Kelly reached out and stroked the side of his face briefly before seeming to realize what she was doing and snatching her hand back. “You’re not an insensitive prick.”
Leo smiled at her, and Scott watched as Kelly’s nipples peaked behind her T-shirt. “We should let you get home,” he said, and the spell was broken. They went back to their tasks, and the conversation turned to their schedule for the upcoming week. They were leaving after practice tomorrow for a game in Ottawa and then returning to face the New York Rangers the next night.
By the time all the shakers had been filled and the other closing chores done, Kelly looked exhausted. Just being in close proximity to her had put his cock on high alert, but he knew they had to let her go home. He and Leo walked Kelly to her car, and since the angle of her car blocked the view of them from the road, he took the opportunity to grab her and sink into her mouth, needing to feel even that small connection to her. She was obviously surprised, but she melted against him, twisting her fingers in his thick hair and moaning when he palmed her ass and lifted her pelvis into his erection. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop if he kept going, so with great reluctance, he released her.
“If you’re gonna give him some sugar, I want some, too,” Leo said, pulling her into his body. He snaked his arms around her, and Scott watched as he plundered Kelly’s mouth. But watching wasn’t making his dick subside any, so he turned partially away before he came at her from behind like he had last night. Leo finally finished kissing her, and Scott turned back in time to see her draw her fingertips over her swollen lips. He couldn’t help the groan that started deep in his chest and forced its way free. Kelly looked over at him, her face uncertain.
“I’m fine, Kel, get in the car.” She did without another word and they waved as she drove away. “Damn...”
“You’re telling me. I think I’m gonna have to rub one off tonight just so I can sleep.”
Scott snorted. “You rub one off every night, dude.”
“What is it they say? If you want a job done right, do it yourself?” Leo grinned. “At least I know I’ll always be satisfied.”
“You’re a pig.”
“Oh come on, don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing as soon as you popped a woody.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go home. If we don’t get a decent night of sleep, Tom’s gonna beat our asses tomorrow.” Both of them shuddered and headed for Leo’s car.
Chapter Five
The boys went to Ottawa and won in front of Leo and then returned home to face New York with Scott in net. A lot of goaltenders would hate the rotating playing schedule that Tom used, but both Scott and Leo thought it worked well. Neither got overplayed or fatigued, and Tom could play the goaltender that performed best against a team if need be, too. Most elite athletes would feel in constant competition with each other, and in some ways, they were, but only to push the other to be the best he could be. Both men were a little older, and at this point in their careers neither could handle playing seventy games a season. Having the rotation in place had allowed them to prolong their careers, as Leo was currently forty-one, while Scott was thirty-eight.
The team beat New York by three goals, and Scott had an easy time of it in net, only facing eighteen shots. After the game, both were starving, and, of course, eager to see Kelly. They’d talked strategy in their hotel room while they’d been away and decided to try much the same thing that had worked the first time—flirt a little, make her feel at ease, and then move in jointly. Scott also convinced Leo they should take their cues from her behavior. If it was obvious it wasn’t going to happen that night, they would be patient and wait for another night, no matter how much waiting tied their dicks in knots.
When they walked in the door at Kelly’s, Scott sniffed the air with anticipation. Kelly had made an apple pie, but he could smell something else, too. Italian? Leo led the way and they sat down in their customary seats at the counter. A waitress came over and both ordered water. She brought it and then went into the kitchen. Shortly thereafter, Kelly appeared. “Rebecca said you were here.”
Leo smiled, responding, “Yep, in the flesh.” She colored slightly but said nothing—a good sign.
Scott spoke up. “What’s that I smell? Italian?”
Kelly turned to him, her eyes alive with excitement. They’d looked much the same when they’d made her come, and his cock began to stiffen.
Not now, boy. Soon. Be patient.
“It’s something new that I’m trying. It’s actually Mediterranean. I thought you guys might let me use you as guinea pigs.” She smiled shyly, and Scott grinned. He loved to hear she was cooking them something. This wasn’t the first time she had tried out a new recipe on them, and as far as he could tell, she’d never produced a loser. His stomach grumbled and he put a self-conscious hand to it, but Kelly just laughed. “The dish is called Chicken Tawook.”
“Chicken what?” Leo asked.
Kelly smiled again, looking more confident. She loved to talk about cooking and food, and Scott got the idea she didn’t have many people around who would listen to her ramble on and on. He thought it was adorable, though, and Leo seemed to feel the same way, as he nodded and motioned for her to tell them more. “Chicken Tawook. It isn’t as scary as it sounds. It’s a Lebanese dish. It’s got this terrific marinade with garlic, yogurt, tomato paste, and a bunch of spices. The tomato paste and spices were probably why you thought it smelled Italian. I’ve been baking it for about an hour on a real low heat. I should go check it, actually. Do you guys want to try it?”
“Hell yes, that sounds awesome,” Scott replied, and Leo nodded his agreement. She went back into the kitchen, and the smell intensified. Scott guessed she’d taken it out of the oven. Soon, she reappeared with two plates laden with skewers of the succulent meat, and Scott’s mouth watered. He plucked one of the skewers off the plate and then dropped it again. Kelly smirked.
“They’re hot, dumbass,” Leo said.
“Yeah, I got that memo, about ten seconds too late.” Kelly handed him a towel and a fork, and he grabbed the skewer, pushing the meat off onto his plate with the fork. Leo simply picked it up with his own towel and started nibbling at it right on the skewer. “You’re such a barbarian.”
“I’m not a barbarian. I’m efficient.”
“So what do you think?” Kelly was wringing her hands together, and it tickled Scott how much she cared what they thought.
“It’s fucking fantastic, honey,” Leo answered. “You gonna put it on the menu?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Maybe. After all, the reviewer from the paper called this place ‘eclectic,’ so I can probably afford to venture out a little.”
Leo’s mouth was full of chicken, but he managed to get out, “You should.”
“Thanks.” She turned her attention to Scott and said, “What about you? Do you like it?”
“Very much, though it might be a little heavy on the garlic. Is it supposed to be that strong?”
“Hmmm. Well, there are four cloves, and Mediterranean food is notorious for being heavy on the garlic. But I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.” She waited until he took another bite and continued. “All the food in that area is basically the same with a few variations—different spices, different methods of preparation, that sort of thing.”
“I love how excited you get when you talk about food.”
“Just like you and Leo when you’re talking about hockey.”
Scott nodded, considering. “I guess it would be pretty similar, wouldn’t it?”
“Anyway, enjoy those and I’ll go grab your slices of pie.”
She moved off to plate their desserts, and Scott leaned over to Leo. “That was like eating heaven.”
Leo shook his head. “Eating her pussy is like eating heaven.”
“I wouldn’t know, but I intend to rectify that as soon as possible.”
Kelly dropped off their pies. “I’m going to go back into the kitchen to clean this up. Call me
if you need anything.”
Scott exchanged a look with Leo. “We will.” They polished off their meals in short order and plowed into the tasty dessert. Soon, both were sitting back, rubbing their bellies. “I could fall in love with her just for this,” Scott declared, looking at the door leading into the kitchen. Now he wanted his second dessert. But would she be up for it? He stood. “Time to put Operation Seduction, Part Two, into effect.”
“Right behind you.”
Together, they went into the kitchen. Kelly was just turning from the walk-in cooler. Scott picked her up and set her on the prep table, pushing between her legs and using her hips to draw her to him. “I missed you. I missed this.” He tugged impatiently at her tight T-shirt and Kelly batted his hands away.
“Door! Lock the outside door.” She looked up at Scott with lust-hazed eyes. “Please.”
Swearing, Scott took off for the front door. After locking it, he came back into the kitchen, pulling the T-shirt over her head and dropping it next to her.
“I missed you guys, too.”
Scott made short work of her lacy, light-pink bra, and then Leo took her hands, placing them on the table. “Leave them there.” Looking her up and down, he said, “You have no idea how much we want you.” The skin on her chest was flushed with desire, and he moaned. “So fucking sexy, so perfect.” He turned her head and began to kiss her.
Leaning down, Scott latched onto her nipple and drew it into his mouth. She clutched at his head and directed him to her other breast, but he grabbed her hands and put them back on the table, where Leo immediately covered them with his to prevent her from moving again. She whimpered. In his peripheral vision he saw Leo attack her neck from behind. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder and groaned.
“How do you guys do this to me so fast?”
“Because you want us every bit as badly as we want you,” Leo answered, and moved his lips to her mouth. He covered the moan she let out when Scott delved into the waistband of her pants, underneath her panties, and found her core, rubbing it.
She tore her mouth away from Leo, panting. “It feels so good.”
“It’s gonna feel better in a minute,” Scott promised. Together, he and Leo pushed her to the center of the table and removed the rest of her clothing.
Leo moved away and removed his suit pants and then held up his dress shirt, as he climbed onto the table and straddled Kelly’s torso. She was eyeing his dick like a starving woman, and Scott knew if he didn’t get inside her soon, he was gonna lose it. Reaching into his pants, he pulled out a condom. Thankfully, he’d come prepared. He took off his own suit pants and threw them on an adjoining table. Leo had pushed Kelly’s tits together and was sawing his cock in and out of the tunnel he’d created. The sight was beyond erotic, and Scott rolled on the condom as quickly as possible and checked her pussy. Very, very wet and ready for him. He drove into her and fully seated himself.
“Hot damn, you feel good, baby.”
“So do you,” she told him. He concentrated on her pussy swallowing his cock while Leo did his thing on top of her. It didn’t take long for his orgasm to threaten to explode. He put his thumb on her clit and began to rub in a circle. She gasped, and he went faster. He wanted her to come before either of them did, but knew his control was frayed at best, and Leo didn’t sound any better.
“Come for us, Kelly. Come on, baby,” he urged her. He saw Leo begin to pinch and pull her nipples and her pussy clenched in response. “Keep doing that,” he told his friend, and Leo gave a jerky nod. “Yeah, just like that, honey, just like that.”
“Oh, God…” She contracted around him again. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God…” Her words changed to a high-pitched squeak, and Scott knew they had her. He let go as her pussy began to milk his cock, pouring himself into the condom. Off in the distance he heard Leo come, but couldn’t even spare a thought for him, as his orgasm went on and on.
When he was finally spent, he pulled out of her immediately, worried about the viability of the condom. Everything seemed okay, though, and he grabbed some paper towels to wrap it in. Grabbing his pants, he threw them on and went to the bathroom to flush it. He returned to see Leo wiping his cum off of Kelly’s breasts, and a surge of jealousy went through him. Jealousy? He and Leo had always shared women, and he’d never experienced anything like he had just now. Maybe the difference was that he was clearly in love with Kelly.
He didn’t have time to ponder further, as Leo helped Kelly up, giving her a quick kiss before pulling his own pants on and ducking into the bathroom. Scott approached Kelly and ran the backs of his knuckles over her cheek. She sighed and leaned into his hand. Gently, he tilted her chin up and kissed her, just a brief brush to her lips. “Thank you. That was incredible. I’ve been thinking about you the entire time I’ve been away.”
Kelly blushed. “I’ve been thinking about you, too.”
“We’ll let you go tonight, but soon we’re going to take you to our place again so we can worship this gorgeous body of yours the way it was meant to be enjoyed.”
Her blush deepened, and he cocked his head to look at her. “Why are you so embarrassed by us wanting to touch you?”
“It’s just…” She bit her lip, and he had to restrain himself from licking at the marks she made. “It’s just weird. I mean, I don’t consider myself anything to write home about—” He began to protest, and she put her fingers to his lips. “I just can’t believe that not one, but two extremely hot, eligible men like you would want me.”
With a twinge of regret, he stepped back, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to vanquish that particular problem tonight. “Let me help you get dressed so you can go home. We don’t want our baby getting overtired.” Her lips twitched. “What?”
“I kind of like the sound of that.”
“Me, too, baby.” He emphasized the word this time. “Me, too.”
“I just need to wipe this table down. I can’t leave it, knowing what we did on it.”
“I’ll help.”
She handed him a rag, and together, they cleaned the table. He and Leo walked her out again and went home, this time at least able to sleep without a severe case of blue balls.
* * * *
The next morning, Kelly brought a big bucket of bleach water over to the prep table where she’d had sex with the men last night. Despite having thoroughly cleaned it then, she had a compulsion to do so again. She remembered how the men had removed her clothing and theirs before giving her an explosive orgasm. Scott had even helped her clean the table afterward, but now, in the harsh light of day, she had an overwhelming need to make sure it was completely sanitized before doing any prep work.
Removing a rag from the bucket, she began to scrub. Her assistant, Bonnie, came over. “Didn’t these get washed down last night? I told Jeff to do it before he left.”
“He did, but this one didn’t look clean.”
Bonnie regarded the table. “If you say so.”
“Look, I run a tight ship, and I don’t like sloppy work!” She felt bad making Jeff out to be a slacker, but what else was she going to say?
“Okay, okay.” Bonnie held out her hands in supplication. “I’ll just go…start the bread.”
“Fine.” Kelly didn’t look up, afraid her face would give away her guilt. Bonnie moved away, and Kelly put more muscle into her scrubbing.
She was still at it ten minutes later when Bonnie returned to her side. “You okay, boss?”
“I’m fine.” When Bonnie didn’t answer, Kelly looked up. “What?”
Bonnie cocked her head. “You just seem, I dunno, distracted. And strangely obsessed with cleaning one table.”
“I’m—” She stopped herself, but Bonnie picked it up nonetheless.
“Fine?”
“Look, I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”
“Anything I can help with?”
Kelly barked out a laugh. “I wish, but no.”
“All right. I’ll leave you alone—this time,
but just know we’re all here for you if you need us.”
“I appreciate that.” Throwing the rag back into the bucket, Kelly looked at Bonnie. “So what’s next on the prep list?”
Chapter Six
Kelly took a peek at the television over the counter as she rushed by. The dinner hour on Friday night was hopping, which she was profoundly grateful for, but the Intimidators were also playing, and she kept missing the action as she ran from the kitchen to the storeroom, to the walk-in, to the front of the house, and back again. The kitchen itself was getting trashed because no one had time to clean up properly, and she hated that. She vowed to set herself to tidying up as soon as the restaurant slowed down. Her staff would be just recovering from the long night and they’d still have their side work ahead of them, so she was probably on her own.
An hour later, she heard a gasp from the patrons in the restaurant and darted out of the kitchen to see what was up. Leo was lying prone on the ice. Another player was helping the team’s trainer onto the ice, and the others were standing around Leo, looking down at him. Kelly turned to the room. “Did anyone see what happened?”
One patron nodded. “Took a shot right to the side of his head.”
“But they wear those helmets, so it can’t be that bad, right?”
“Well, he hasn’t moved since he went down…” the man answered, shrugging.
Kelly’s eyes were glued to the television. She saw Bonnie in her peripheral vision. “Take over the kitchen for now.”
“Sure, Kel.” Bonnie walked back into the kitchen, but Kelly didn’t even spare her a glance. Biting her lip, she stopped to consider.
Maybe he just got knocked out cold.
He still hadn’t moved. The camera panned over to the bench area, and Kelly saw Scott warming up to take Leo’s place. In between stretches, he was checking out what was happening on the ice, his face betraying his worry. Kelly put a hand over her heart as the trainers continued to work on Leo. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a moment or two, Leo sat up, and the crowd erupted in cheers. He raised his blocker briefly in acknowledgement and then staggered to his feet with the help of two teammates. They half walked, half carried him to the bench, where he and Scott exchanged a few words before Scott took his place on the ice. Play resumed, but all Kelly could think about was that she needed to get to the hospital. She needed to see if Leo was okay.
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