1. Heidi

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Heidi

T his is so ridiculous. I'm not even the newest ice girl on the team—Gemma is. But she's pretty much untouchable now since she's dating the three owners of the Minnesota Norse pro hockey team, leaving me as the low man seniority-wise on the cheer squad. It's not fair, but what can I do?

Even my older brother, Holden, who plays on the team, can't help me. He's on probation himself for fighting with his teammates. It looks like I'm alone if I want to stay on the squad.

I glance at the scavenger hunt list on my phone that the head cheerleader, Tiffany, gave me and cringe. How can I sneak into the referee lounge and take a selfie wearing one of their striped shirts? The room is off-limits to anyone from either team, including the cheerleaders.

Tiffany is on probation by the team's owners for some reason, but it hasn't stopped her from continuing the hazing ritual of the new ice girl. It doesn't help that I'm the youngest ice girl at eighteen—I'll be nineteen in a few months, but that doesn't help me. One of the items on the scavenger hunt list is to get a selfie in a sex club. I'm not sure how I'll pull that one off since I don't have a fake ID, but Tiffany says that's not her problem.

I scan the hallway, making sure there's no one around before I slowly turn the knob on the referee lounge door and say a silent prayer the room will be empty. It's two hours before the game; the referees should still be in their pregame meeting with the rest of the game officials.

Three of the four referees arrived about twenty minutes ago and dropped off their duffle bags in the referee lounge as I watched from a hiding spot in the arena. I'm not sure where the fourth referee is for tonight's game, but I don't have time to worry about that.

The door makes a creaking noise, causing me to jump, and I rush into the room before someone catches me. Quickly shutting the door, I glance around the room to see I'm alone.

Knowing I have limited time to accomplish my mission, I dash to the lockers. Opening the first one I come to, I pull out the black and white striped shirt. I slide it over my head and take a quick selfie before slipping it off and returning it where I found it.

At the sound of the door opening, I dive behind the couch closest to me and send a second prayer they won't find me in the lounge—if caught, the punishment is a one-game suspension.

"So where's Howie? He should have been here by now, " a deep, sexy voice says as I hear the sound of clothes rustling around and zippers being lowered.

I bite my lip at the vision that pops into my head of their naked bodies and the thought of what they would do to me if they found me. Instantly, I feel a throbbing between my legs as I hold back a moan. I'm dying to see their faces close up—their bodies looked impressive from a distance. This isn't surprising since many of the referees are former hockey players.

"You know Howie, he has to go kiss ass with the owners before the game," an equally deep, sexy voice replies.

"Doesn't he know the owners of the Minnesota Norse despise fake clingy people?" Oh, and there it is: a third deep, sexy voice joins the conversation.

I inch my way to the edge of the couch. If I can get a quick peek at their faces to prove they can't all be as sexy as their voice makes them out to be, I'll be able to relax and wait out my time behind the couch until they have to leave to take the ice.

I'm glad I had the forethought to change into my cheer costume before I took off on my scavenger hunt. I glance down at the barely there uniform and curse Tiffany for her choice of outfits for today's game.

"Like that would stop him." One of them snorts, and even his snort is sexy.

I continue inching my way to the edge of the couch, trying not to make a sound while they discuss Howie's shortcomings. I'm so absorbed in watching the floor before me that I don't see the shadow that falls over me before it's too late.

"Well, well, what do we have here, gentlemen?"

I lean up with a shriek of surprise, fall back, land on my knees, and come face to face with the biggest cock I have ever seen attached to one of the most handsome men I've ever seen. No matter how handsome he is, I can't keep my eyes off the large penis hanging down his muscular leg only inches away from my parted lips, and suddenly my mouth begins to water, wanting to taste the prize in front of me, which is weird because I've never wanted to do that before. I had a boyfriend back in high school. We had sex a couple of times, but nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn't even that great—and his penis wasn't even as long hard as this one is soft.

"What exactly did you find, Bodie?" Two equally handsome faces pop over the naked God's shoulders, who I now know as Bodie.

"I think I found us a little treat."

"More like she found a treat by the way she's staring at your naked cock licking her lips." One of them says above me, and I realize he's right—I can't take my eyes off the rapidly hardening flesh in front of me. "Why don't you put some close on? You might poke her eye out with that thing." He says before he and the other guy behind Bodie turn around and walk away, leaving Bodie and me in this awkward position.

"Eyes up here, sweetheart, unless Anders is right and you want a taste." My body has a mind of its own as I feel myself begin to lean forward with my mouth open until his words sink in, causing me to rear back and snap my eyes to his face and the knowing smirk staring back at me. I jump up with more force than I expected, causing me to stumble. I reach out, grabbing for something to help me steady my balance when my right-hand grips his very warm, extremely hard length by accident. "Easy, baby girl, you don't want to hurt it before we even start." He places his hand over mine before I can pull it back and squeezes my hand around his cock, giving a couple of pumps before letting go. "Are you going to tell us what you're doing in our private sanctuary?"

The hungry look in his eyes has me clenching my thighs together, trying to alleviate the pressure building there. Until I remember what will happen if I'm caught in the referee lounge and I drop my hand, staring between the three guys: Bodie in front of me, Anders, and the other sexy, nameless guy sniffing his shirt like it's the best thing he's ever smelled as they both stand in front of their lockers.

Sniffing his shirt?

Then I realize it was his shirt I put on for the selfie. Some of my perfume must be lingering on the fabric. Between him sniffing my scent on his shirt and the way Bodie stroked his length while using my hand with his cupped over it, I'm beginning to wonder if they're interested in me.

Do they all want me? Because I'm certainly attracted to them. Could I be as lucky as all my friends to have found three boyfriends of my own? It's not unheard of with the Minnesota Norse hockey team. It seems like instead of pairing off in couples, they pair off in quads.

I think about Teagan, the team's first female hockey player, and her three hockey-playing boyfriends; Britt, the team's social media manager, and her hockey-playing triplet boyfriends; and Gemma and her three team-owner boyfriends. Even my brother and two of his teammates seem to be getting cozy with former child actress Hadley Ford, especially after my conversation with Holden about whether I thought a woman would be okay being intimate with three guys at the same time or not. Of course, I said yes.

Could I be next?

Until reality sinks in, they're way out of my league. And instead of boldly going after what I crave, I take the coward's way out, "Sorry, I must have, um, got lost."