9. Aubree

nine

Aubree

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I curse my racing heart. What was I thinking, openly flirty with the guys? It's not like we can have a relationship or anything. They are only here for a short while until Cooper whips them into shape or sends them back to my uncle in Minnesota.

My heart drops at the thought of losing them now that I've found them. The way they handled the goats with such gentleness. And the way they came up with the idea to do our own goat yoga and draw in a crowd when no one signed up for the class. It's enough to make a girl lose her senses, which is how they make me feel—overwhelmed, but in a good way.

I hear the sound of my truck pulling into the drive, and I glance down at my clothes. Seeing the near-transparent white tank top with my nipples poking through, minus a bra, and tight black booty shorts. I almost turn around and run to my bedroom to change. Instead, I stand my ground and open the door to their surprised faces.

"Hey," I say, leaning back against the door, causing my breasts to push higher and tighter against my thin tank top.

"Hey, yourself," River says, pushing a silent but staring Bowen through the door so he can get in.

Kyson follows the two of them into the house; their eyes travel up and down my body, spending a significant amount of time on my nipples pressing against my shirt.

When no one speaks, I finally say, "Oh, you brought pizza." I nod to the boxes each one holds in their hands. "I thought you guys might want to eat something else."

I've never seduced anyone, let alone three guys at the same time, but by the lustful look in their glazed-over eyes, I must be doing something right.

"What did you have in mind?" Kyson finally asks as they each set their pizza box on the coffee table.

I twirl around in a circle to make sure they see every inch of my body. Their combined groans give me the courage to end my teasing and go in for the kill. It's now or never.

I take a deep breath and blow it out as I say, "Me."

It's like I let a dam loose with that one small word. Before I know what's happening, there are hands and lips all over my body, pulling off my clothes and kissing every exposed inch of skin until I'm standing completely naked in front of them.

They each take a step back, breaking contact as their eyes devour me, leaving me feeling vulnerable yet powerful. "Off," I say, pointing at each one of them. "I want your clothes off now."

They obey, stripping off every article of clothing in record time, leaving them completely naked for my eyes to now devour them.

I'm not sure where this newfound confidence came from, but I love it, especially when I see their long, thick, hard cocks leaking pre-cum as they stroke themselves waiting for my next command.

"Eventually, tonight, I want to have sex with all three of you at the same time." Is it my imagination, or did they all squeeze their cocks harder at my words? "But for right now, I want to have sex with each one of you separately while the other two watch but don't touch—not even your own cocks. And one other thing." I say as I lead them to my bedroom. "This stays between the four of us. I don't want the team or my cousins to find out about what we are doing here."

Surprisingly, they look hurt by my last command, which is crazy because they're pro hockey players; they have a different puck bunny in their bed every night. I'm just one of a long line of women they use and discard for the next one waiting their turn. I can't let my heart get involved any more than it has. A few nights of pleasure will keep me warm on the long, lonely Iowa winter nights when they return to their lives in Minnesota. At least I need to keep telling myself that will be enough.