4. Anders

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Anders

T he final horn ends the game and puts us out of our misery. We need time away from the ice to decompress our strange, instalust-like attraction to Heidi. She's just a woman like any other woman we've met at all the arenas we've been at through the years.

In all our years playing in the pros and now refereeing together, we've never been attracted to the same woman until today. Now, a beautiful, dark-haired, eighteen-year-old ice girl has us wrapped around her little finger.

"So, where do you guys want to go tonight to unwind?" Riggs is the first one to ask.

"I was thinking we could go to the Book Club. But before you shoot my idea down, hear me out." Riggs and I listen to Bodie's heartfelt plea for why we should unwind at the sex club we joined years ago and keep up our membership even though none of us have been there in a long time. "It's not like we'll pick anyone up and take them back into one of the playrooms. It's baby girl night tonight. I just want to go watch."

"Yeah, and pretend you're watching Heidi." I snort, but it's not a bad idea. Maybe being in the club will help us clear our minds of Heidi.

We might just be lusting after her because it's been a long time since we've had a baby girl of our own to spoil—the urges never completely go away.

"Fine, but I want to go to the hotel and shower before we go anywhere." I don't add that I want to get as far away from Howie and his slimy attitude. But the real reason is the sooner we leave the arena, the sooner we'll be away from Heidi too, and I'm afraid if I see her again too soon, I won't be able to control myself—she has me that tightly wound up.

"Okay, but I don't want to get there too late, or all the good seats will be taken."

I agree with Riggs if you're not there with your own sub, the seating arrangement is shit because everyone is willing to let a Dom and his sweet little sub sit with them. Sometimes, they'll even play a little at the table, not caring who's watching. A vision of Heidi spread out like a feast on one of the club tables as Riggs, Bodie, and I devour her while others watch pop into my head. We would let them watch as she squirmed on the table, getting closer and closer to her release. But right before the pleasure of coming washed over her body, we would scoop her up and take her to one of the playrooms for our eyes only.

"Sounds like a plan," Bodie says. "Let's grab our stuff and get out of here before the traffic gets too bad."

That's one nice thing about being a referee and not a player—you don't have to ride the team bus back to the hotel room. I think about the hotel we're staying at and what Heidi would think of it. It's nice, but it's not a home. Hell, none of us really have a place we call home. We have a condo we share in the off-season. But during the season, we move from town to town, hotel to hotel.

Being an ice girl for a pro hockey team, I'm sure she understands traveling most of the year is part of the gig, but does she like that? I wonder if being a pro cheerleader is really her dream or if she has other dreams she'd rather be doing.

I'm still so lost in thought about Heidi that I don't notice we've arrived at our hotel until Bodie sarcastically tells me, "We're here, loverboy." I give him my best scowl, which only earns me a laugh. "You can't fool me. I was daydreaming about her, and I was driving. I'm sure Riggs was thinking about her, too."

"Guilty as charged." Riggs raises his hand, causing us to laugh, and it's the first time I've been able to relax since I laid eyes on our dreamgirl.

I'm not a religious man by any means, but before I stepped out of the vehicle, I said a little prayer—praying to The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost that my one wish would come true and the universe would take pity on our three souls and give us the greatest gift of all.