14. Teagan

fourteen

Having a celebratory dinner with your family and the three guys you crave is not a good idea, especially since I'm currently pissed off at Royal, Fin, and Coulter at the moment. How dare they ruin my starting debut by defending my honor.

Ugh, I know that makes me sound like such a bitch, but I can't have all the males in my life fighting my battles for me. My goal for being a part of this team was to be treated equally, not like some damsel in distress who can't fend for herself. That's not me. That will never be me.

I'm a Hayes, damn it! We come from strong stock and a hearty heritage. I don't need one man, let alone three, taking away my right to defend myself against some small-minded, short-man syndrome, insecure little bullies.

"Come on, everyone. I want to get a picture of my daughter and her team captains." My mom coaxes from the head of the table, her phone already poised for the photo.

"Mom." I frown down at my plate of spaghetti and stab one of the meatballs with my fork.

"Ouch, I'm glad I'm not one of you guys," Tarek says. I look up to see him looking at Fin, Royal, and Coulter while all the other males at the table wince at the meatball with the fork still piercing it.

My mom stifles a giggle, "Alright, enough of your teasing, Talen. I want to get at least one picture before we leave."

"Mom, I'm Tarek," Tarek grumbles just as my mother gives me a conspiratorial wink. But I still can't tell if she's joking or if she really can't tell her own triplet sons apart. I'm betting on the latter because they are so identical I don't think anyone could tell them apart, not even the woman who gave birth to them.

"Royal, Fin, and Coulter come and stand around Teagan in a semi-circle behind her chair." Mom positions the guys exactly where she wants them, taking her time to inspect her camera and the lighting in the room.

"Teagan, we're sorry we interfered today. You're right. It was your battle to fight." Fin whispers on my left side, his lips not moving as he holds his smile for the picture.

"We just wanted to protect you. But we know you are more than capable of protecting yourself." Coulter adds on my right side, his lips moving slightly between words.

"Do you forgive us?" Royal's voice comes from above me. His words are only loud enough for the four of us to hear.

I want to stay mad at them, but they sound so sincere that I finally give in and forgive them, "I forgive all of you, just don't do it again. Got it?" I say, keeping a smile on my face as we continue to wait for my mom to take the damn picture.

"Got it!" Mom finally exclaims. For someone who takes tons of pictures, it certainly took her long enough to take that one. "Alright, I think it's time for us to get back to our hotel room."

"Damn straight, woman." Dad circles Mom's waist and nibbles on her neck, causing her to squeal like a teenager and not a forty-eight-year-old mother of four grown children.

I hope to have that same kind of love when I finally find the man of my dreams. A vision of Fin, Royal, and Coulter pops into my head, accompanied by the sound of Kelsey's voice reminding me it's okay to be worshipped by more than one guy at a time.

"I think that's our cue to leave. We need to head back home tonight for tomorrow's game anyway." Tarek says as he, Torin, and Talen shake hands with Fin, Royal, and Coulter.

My brothers envelop me in a group hug, "Let us know if you need anything." Talen is the first to speak, followed by Tarek and Torin.

"Yeah, let us know if anyone gives you any trouble. You're a Hayes. You're hockey royalty."

"And nobody messes with a Hayes."

"Alright, alright, I love you too." I kiss each one of my brothers goodbye, then my parents before returning to Fin, Coulter, and Royal.

"So my family. They're a lot, right." I motion to my family, who are now standing by the front door signing autographs for some fans who have been watching us the whole time we've been at the restaurant but are still respectful enough to wait until we are done eating.

"Your family is great, Teagan," Royal says. Fin and Coulter nod in agreement.

Before I can say anything more about my family, a little girl who looks to be around nine or ten years old shyly walks up to me, holding a piece of paper and a pen, "Can I get your autograph, Teagan?" She hands me the paper and pen. "I was at the game tonight with my dad and brothers. You were awesome! So much better than anyone else out there on the ice tonight."

"That's really sweet of you. These guys are my teammates. Do you want their autographs, too?"

The little girl looks between Fin, Coulter, and Royal, then shakes her head, "Nah, I only want your autograph. You're my new hero." She beams up at me like I'm the most important person in her world, and I am humbled by the feeling of hero worship she is giving me.

"Come on, Caitlin. Stop bothering them." The little girl's father takes her arm and gently moves her away from our group.

"It's no bother." I instinctively say, handing the signed piece of paper and pen back to the little girl now known as Caitlin.

The words are no sooner out of my mouth when we are surrounded by boys and girls of all ages who have been patiently sitting with their parents at the restaurant. We spend the next forty minutes signing jerseys, hats, hockey pucks, and anything else that is handed to us.

Fin, Coulter, and Royal don't seem phased by all the attention we are gathering. They speak to each child and parent, who hands them whatever they want to be signed. There is no anger or frustration at having to sign autographs like I've seen with other athletes. The guys all seem to be enjoying their time with our fans. My heart does a little flip each time they speak to a little girl the same way they speak to the little boys with words of encouragement.

I'm shaken out of my thoughts by a little girl who nudges my arm and asks me if Fin, Royal, and Coulter are my boyfriends.

"Um, no, they're only my teammates, not my boyfriends." I didn't think my words traveled that far, but all three of the guys look up from whatever they're signing and give me a look I can't describe, almost as if they were hurt that I didn't say they were my boyfriends.

That can't be right.

No, it's just wishful thinking and residue from my conversation with Kelsey that has me thinking about being a girlfriend to three guys.

We leave the restaurant and head back to the Hockey House. Luckily, it's a short walk since none of us say much on the way home.

Once I'm inside my bedroom with the door closed and locked, I snuggle under the covers naked and reflect on my feelings for Fin, Royal, and Coulter. I let my hands wander over my breasts, rolling each nipple into a hard peak, imagining it's one of the guys caressing them until the pressure gets to be too much between my thighs.

I work my hands lower, placing one hand on top of my pussy while I slide two fingers inside, trying to fill the empty gap. My fingers are a poor substitute for the real thing, but it will have to do.

I picture Royal taking me from behind as Fin pounds his cock into my mouth while I ride Coulter"s massive cock. My thoughts are so vivid my body begins to buck searching for release. I rub two fingers over my clit applying firm pressure to my swollen nub as I pump my fingers in and out of my pussy at a punishing pace. My soaked pussy sucking my fingers in deeper with every thrust.

If only I was riding a real cock instead of my fingers. But right now, I'll take whatever I can get as my hips shoot off the bed and a loud moan escapes my lips, my body shaking as I come undone thinking about my sexy hockey captains.