8. Fin

eight

Royal's right, Teagan will be a liability. The other teams will see her as our weakness and use it against us. We can't let that happen, no matter the cost.

I didn't feel like joining the party downstairs tonight. Instead, I went to my room to process our conversation. As I lie in my bed, my thoughts are still with a blonde-haired, violet-eyed beauty, but Royal's right—she's our teammate, and we can't lust after her.

My phone vibrates on my bedside table with an incoming text, conveniently distracting me.

Coulter: What do you think about what Royal said about Teagan?

I know what he's really asking: do I think I can keep it in my pants long enough for our team to win the championship?

Finn: He's right, she's our teammate we need to remember that.

Even as I type the words, I wonder how long I can pretend that I don't want her—and not just for her smoking hot body and gorgeous face. If that's all I wanted, there are a hundred puck bunnies I could pick from. But with Teagan, I'm also attracted to her grit and determination to be a part of the men's hockey team.

She's a fucking amazing hockey player. I don't doubt that any female hockey team she played on would win a championship, but her need to prove herself by not taking the easy way out intrigues me.

Coulter:Yeah, I know, but there's just something about her.

Fin: I know what you mean.

I can tell Coulter is fighting his attraction to Teagan, too. It's probably better this way. I'm not sure our friendship or the team could survive if Teagan were to choose one of us to date. But what if she didn't have to choose?

An image pops in my head of the three of us pleasuring Teagan. I've never shared a girl before and never had the desire, but with Teagan, the fantasy doesn't seem so bad. Watching her fuck my best friends as I fuck her mouth doesn't seem like a bad idea.

I let the fantasy play out in my mind as I wait for Coulter to respond if he responds. In my fantasy, Teagan is on her knees in front of the three of us, her mouth swallowing our cocks down her throat one at a time.

I throw my phone on the bed beside me and slip my joggers and underwear over my hips and down my thighs, letting my cock spring out. I spit on my hand before sliding it up and down my hard cock. I close my eyes to let the fantasy take over.

My fantasy switches to Teagan sliding down my cock as Royal pounds into her ass from behind, with Coulter's cock in her mouth muffling her cries of ecstasy. Her hands massaging her tits, her fingers deftly rolling her nipples into hard little points.

My balls tighten up, and I feel a tingle racing down my spine seconds before I shoot cum all over my stomach and chest. The orgasm is harder and stronger than any one I've ever had, and I have to believe it's because of my sexy teammate.

Damn, it's going to be a long season.