2. Riggs

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Riggs

" Y ou got lost, did you, now?" Bodie continues to tease our beautiful intruder. "So what are you like, Little Red Riding Hood, on her way to her Grandmother's house, lost in the woods, and we're three, big, bad wolves ready to eat you up, kind of lost? Or are you more of a Goldilocks looking for just the right bed to sleep in, lost?"

"Look at her, Bodie, with that rich, sable brown hair and deep brown eyes. She's more like Belle, looking for her Beast or, in this case, Beasts to ravage her." Anders joins in with the teasing.

Usually, I would join in, but I can't stop inhaling her scent from my uniform shirt. I'm not sure how it got there, but it's definitely the same soft jasmine scent I could smell when I was looking at her over Bodie's shoulder.

Jasmine. Like Princess Jasmine from Aladin.

I would definitely place her in that category: a princess. What I wouldn't give to claim her and treat her like the Princess she deserves to be treated like, but she's not mine. Plus, at thirty-six years old, I'm too old for a sweet young thing like her.

I try to push those dangerous thoughts out of my head and finish getting dressed for the game. It's a good thing we're required to wear padding in our pants, or I'd embarrass myself on national TV at how hard I've become at just her scent. The fact that it's clinging to my shirt is bound to keep me that way through the whole game.

Bodie, Anders, and I all played for the same professional hockey team for years, even retiring around the same time. But the boredom and loss of not being out on the ice led us to become hockey referees. It's not like we need the money—we all have plenty of that—not being out on the ice led us to that decision.

The adrenaline rush might not be the same as it was as a player as it is as a referee, but that doesn't matter to us—now that we control the game and the penalty calls, it's a different kind of rush.

"I must have taken a wrong turn." Her sultry voice fills the room, and damn if I don't want to fill her up with something warm and creamy. "Besides, if anything, the three of you are like the trolls who won't let Billy Goat Gruff cross their bridge."

I turn to face her as she crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, glaring at each of us with Bodie still naked, but now standing off to the right of her.

Billy Goats Gruff was one of my favorite fairytales growing up, so I decide to join in with the teasing, "Actually, there was only one troll in the story with three goats he wanted to eat. Do you want to eat us, Princess?"

Her eyelids get heavy, and her breathing comes out in short little pants as her large breasts rise and fall rapidly, straining against the tight one-piece cheerleading costume. She drops her arms to her sides and steps around the couch until all of her luscious body is visible to our hungry gazes. It's the first time we really get a good look at what she's wearing. And fuck me if the hard points of her large nipples aren't poking at the fabric of her outfit. I run my eyes up and down her body from the skin-colored fabric molded to her firm body with strategically placed rhinestones covering up the good stuff to the silky-looking fringe on her hips swaying as she moves.

"Fuck me." Bodie voices what I'm thinking—what I'm sure we are all thinking.

The three of us have never shared a woman before, but there is always a first for everything. Besides, the team colors of her cheer uniform make it look like she's an ice girl for the Minnesota Norse, and they have a recent reputation for groups of three guys sharing one woman. I wonder if she's into that or if she's already taken by a group of them. If so, then what's she doing in our lounge?

"You still haven't answered the question." During our teasing, she's been slowly working her way to the door, putting her inches away from the door and her freedom. I grab her arm to halt her progress as she cautiously tries to slide out of the room, her jasmine scent filling my nostrils.

"Yes, I want to eat each one of you." Her sultry voice rolls over my body like a lover's caress as visions of her sucking me off as Bodie and Anders watch fill my brain.

Stunned by her confession and the desire shining in her chocolate-brown eyes, I loosened my hold on her arm, allowing her to escape the room before we even found out her name, why she was in the referees' lounge, or better yet, why my shirt smells like her.

I reach for the door to follow her, with Anders and Bodie behind me, but before I can open the door, Howie pushes it open and walks through.

"What was Holden Hill's little sister doing in here? You guys weren't banging her or anything, were you? If you were, I'd like to get in on that action. She is fine."

The urge to punch him in the face rides me hard at his disrespectful attitude towards who we now know is one of the Minnesota Norse's hockey player's sisters. Instead of hitting him, I rein in my temper. Since he might have the answers we are looking for from our mystery girl.

"Have some damn respect for once." Anders bites out. He unclenches his teeth, getting ready to say more, but I catch his eye and silently tell him to back off with a shake of my head.

Anders and Bodie look confused, so I give them another firm nod, noticing that Bodie has finally put some clothes on. I see the moment they realize I've handled the situation when they step back and visibly relax their shoulders.

I usher Howie into the room and shut the door behind him. "What do you know about Holden's sister?"

"Let's see, Heidi is eighteen years old. She's new this season as a Valkyrie on the cheer squad. And as you can see and probably just sampled, she has a smoking hot body—I bet she's a fantastic lay. Next time, make sure to invite me—I hear the women here like to get gang-banged."

Having gotten the information we wanted from Howie, I nod at Anders to finish what he started to do the first time Howie disrespected our girl. This is how I feel about her; whether we act on it or not, we're not going to let some douchebag like Howie talk shit about her.

"My pleasure." Anders cracks his knuckles on each hand before twisting his head from side to side with an audible cracking sound like a boxer getting ready for a big fight. "I warned you not to disrespect Heidi."

Howie looks from Anders's angry face to mine and finally to Bodie's: "Come on, guys. Can't you take a joke? Besides, I don't want your sloppy seconds anyway—I'd have to go first."

Does this guy not know when to shut up? Anders is seconds away from beating him to a pulp, and he's still talking shit about Heidi.

Luckily for Howie, the door swings open as one of the scorekeepers walks in. "Hey guys, do you mind if I hang out here for a few minutes? My ex-Tiffany just spotted me. She's a little unhinged."

"Sure," Anders replies before turning his attention back to Howie. "If we ever hear Heidi's name come out of your mouth again, you'll be eating through a straw for the rest of your life. Got it?"

"Geez, calm down already." Howie steps around Anders and then reaches his locker. "Talk about unhinged."

"Asshole!" Bodie shouts, slamming Howie up against the lockers with his forearm under Howie's chin, pinning him in place. "Don't push us. If you so much as breathe next to her, you're a dead man. Have I made our point clear enough this time?" Bodie shoves Howie with his forearm before letting him go.

"Yeah, whatever." Howie wheezes, grabbing for his throat. We grab the rest of our gear, preferring to finish changing anywhere but next to Howie. I'm not sure how we'll be able to be civil to him on the ice with his shit attitude. When the little prick seals his fate, "I'm not afraid of you. I'm friends with the owners." He puffs out his chest. "I could have the three of you fired with the snap of my fingers."

Talk about unhinged.