12. Hadley

twelve

Hadley

" T here you are. We were starting to get worried about you." Britt greets me with a hug, her numberless Minnesota Norse hockey jersey hanging to her knees over black leggings like the rest of us. "We were about ready to send out a missing persons alert."

Dating three hockey players at the same time has its ups and downs. It's hard to be a supportive girlfriend when you can't wear their individual numbered jersey. That's why Britt had special jerseys made for all of us. Except for Cassi, she wears Teagan's number thirteen jersey to all the games.

"Very funny. You know we've been attending various events all week." I don't add that I've been spending my nights wrapped in Caspian, Holden, and Barnett's arms. Some things a girl has just got to keep to herself.

"Have I missed anything?" I ask, taking a sip of my soft drink.

"You mean other than our weekly Girls' Night?" Cassi accuses. "Heidi's joined the Ladies of the Norse group, but other than that, nothing exciting." She shrugs.

"Heidi, but she's not old enough to drink yet—Holden will flip out," I say.

My relationship with the guys hasn't been all sexual. I've learned a lot about Holden and his younger sister, Heidi. Caspian has even shared stories of his childhood in Norway. The only one who hasn't been very forthcoming about his family is Barnett—well, other than that night in the closet.

That's something else I can never share with these guys—could you imagine how much Cassi and Teagan would tease Barnett, Holden, and Caspian about playing Seven Minutes in Heaven with me in Teagan's basement closet?

"Of course, we know that—we gave her a special wine glass," Cassi smirks over the rim of her coffee cup.

"It's not a wine glass, Cassi. It's a sippy cup." Britt hits Cassi on the shoulder. "You gave that poor girl a sippy cup that reads, I don't give a sip.

"What? She's just a baby—a little big sister teasing is just what she needs."

Cassi's not wrong—Heidi and Holden didn't have the most loving childhood. Being friends with Cassi might be exactly what Heidi needs.

The Norse take the ice for their pregame warm-up stretches, and Britt and I focus our attention on our boyfriends. It's my favorite part of the game—when they stretch out their hips with their hands and knees on the ice, it reminds me of being under them as they pound inside me.

I let out a little moan, but it must have been louder than I thought, "Okay, you two, if you keep moaning like that over watching your boyfriends hump the ice, I'm out of here." Cassi says, and I realize Britt was moaning over her boyfriends, too.

"They're not humping the ice," I say, trying to defend them.

"Right, you two keep telling yourselves that while I call the janitor to wipe up the mess you've made on your seats." Cassi barks in laughter.

Once again, Cassi is not wrong; my panties are soaked just from watching my men stretch. And by the red flush on Britt's face, I'm guessing her panties are ruined, too.