15. Britt

Britt

fifteen

It's been three days since Torin, Talen, and Tarek told me how they felt about me. Three days of complete and utter bliss spent with each one of them, getting to know each other's bodies. But today, we are back to reality. I called in sick the last two days, and Torin, Talen, and Tarek took turns pretending to be Tarek since he claimed to have sprained his ankle and couldn't practice for a couple of days.

When I woke up this morning wrapped in Torin's arms, I wasn't sure if I would be able to walk after the last three days. The three of them are insatiable. I can't keep the smile off my face thinking about everything we did together and how tonight the four of us are going to be all together at the same time.

I can still hear Torin's voice in my head from this morning telling me to be ready for tonight and the feel of Talen's large hand sliding under my skirt, past my underwear, and sliding the lubed plug in my tight hole.

"Be a good girl and keep this in place until I take it out tonight after the game," he'd said before capturing my lips in a deep kiss.

"Damn, look at how they're stretching. I wish I was the ice." One of the Valkyrie says, fanning herself in an exaggerated manner, earning her giggles from all the other cheerleaders except Gemma and Tiffany.

Gemma's eyes keep darting nervously around the arena as if she is searching for someone or something while Tiffany snarls at the squad to stop acting like skanks and line up for the pregame cheers. But her biggest snarl comes when Colt, Jensen, and Beck take the empty seats next to me.

"I love being this close to the action. It reminds me of my days as a player," Jensen says, his eyes straying from the ice to Gemma and her assigned spot in the aisle next to us.

"I didn't think you'd want to rehash those days, especially since your team never won the Cup." Beck nudges Colt, encouraging him to join in.

Colt raises his hands in surrender. "Don't look at me. I never had the chance to play professionally on a winning or losing team." His voice is free of hate or jealousy from having his hockey career cut short in college and not getting to live out his dream of being a professional hockey player.

"No, you were running around making your first billion dollars while we were working our asses off for pennies," Jensen adds.

Their familiar banter continues between the three of them. I turn my attention to the ice, looking for Torin, Talen, and Tarek. I spot them still doing stretching drills, and I hide my smile, thinking about the ice girls wanting to be underneath the hockey players as they stretch. I want to shout. I've been there, done that, and loved every minute of it! Instead, I take out my phone and begin to take pictures of the players, coaches, and cheerleaders.

A loud bang on the plexiglass in front of me pulls my attention away from the cheerleaders. I turn to the sound, only to find Torin, Talen, and Tarek waving to me from behind the barrier.

"Hey, Torin, Talen, Tarek!" Tiffany yells from the aisle behind me. "I told you they want me." She whispers loud enough for the whole front section to hear.

Ignoring her, I keep my gaze on my guys with their matching eyes and smiles. I can't help but smile back, my panties flooding at the thought of my naughty little secret Talen inserted into me before we left the house. Every time I move, I can feel the plug inside me shift, making my panties wetter and wetter until I'm sure I'll leave a wet spot on the seat.

"Will you three knuckleheads knock it off and concentrate on winning tonight." Colt waves his hands at the plexiglass, shooing Torin, Talen, and Tarek back to their warm-ups.

Colt turns his attention to me. "You're good for them, you know. I've never seen them this happy or loose before a game ever."

Heat rises in my cheeks. We never talked about telling people about our arrangement. I'm not even sure if our arrangement is anything more than just sex. It's still so new that I don't know how to categorize it.

"I don't know what you're talking about. We're just roommates." I nervously twist in my seat, the plug pushing into me as if calling me out as a liar.

"Look, I know it's not any of my business, but I've known for a long time how all three of them felt about you." I open my mouth to argue, but Colt stops me." And I can see it in your eyes how you feel about them."

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yes, I've always wondered how four fairly intelligent people could be so blind. I know you're Teagan's best friend, but you're their best friend, too. The only non-family member they've ever let that close to them is you."

There's no way that's true. I mean sure I hung out with each of them separately and together when Teagan was busy with hockey practice, or when we were riding in their parents SUV to a hockey tournament.

A memory flashes through my mind of Torin defending me when one of the opposing team's players called me four eyes before the game as they were all skating out of the tunnel. Teagan and I would always hang out at the tunnel to cheer for Torin, Talen, Tarek, and their team as they took the ice.

When the other team's players came through the tunnel, one of them looked right at me and called me four eyes for no reason. Teagan was so mad that she took a swing at the player herself when he skated through the tunnel, but Torin saw what she was doing and held her back.

It wasn't until Torin started a fight on the ice with the bully that I realized he must have heard what had happened. Torin never started a fight on the ice, but that day, he instigated two fights with the same player.

Another memory flashes through my head: Talen sitting at his family's kitchen table helping me with my homework on a Friday night. I was so worried about passing my anatomy class that he made me flash cards and quizzed me all weekend. I passed the test with flying colors, but I wouldn't have if Talen hadn't helped me study.

Tarek would make me laugh when my parents forgot my birthday or other special events in my life. He would take the time to make me feel special. I overheard him one year reminding his mom to make me a birthday cake.

My heart melts. I love them—I've always loved them. It's not just a crush—it's love.

"Colt, I've changed my mind. I want to go with you to the away games but don't tell the guys. I want to surprise them."

The next away game is on my birthday. It will be the two-year anniversary of our first night together when I dressed up like Brittney Spears. It will be the perfect time to tell them I love them.

"Sure, but what changed your mind?"

"You," I say, throwing my arms around him in a hug.

He returns the hug with a laugh, "At least one of you smartened up."

"Yeah, I'm just sorry it took me so long." I lean back out of his arms and glance up just in time to see Gemma standing in the aisle next to us with a hurt look in her eyes. Hopefully, the roar of the crowd was loud enough that she couldn't hear what we were talking about. I'm not ready for everyone to know about my plans.

I don't have time to dwell on what could be going on with Gemma. I need to concentrate on tonight and on the away game.

Nothing, and no one is going to stand between me and my guys again.

The game isn't over yet, but I need to go home and get ready for tonight. "Colt, can you tell the guys I'll meet them back at the house after the game." I grab my purse and make my way past Colt, Jensen, and Beck.

"Sure, Britt. Good luck," He calls after me, "and make sure you tell the guys I'm glad none of their ankles are bothering them anymore."

I stumble on the arena stairs. Maybe I'm not the only one that can tell them apart.

"Are you okay?" Gemma grabs my arm, helping to steady me.

"I am now."

I glance behind me at Colt to find him, Beck, and Jensen all looking back at me. Then I turn back to Gemma and see a sad smile cross her beautiful face.

"Of course. I better get back to cheering. I'll see you around."

I'm still not sure what's going on with Gemma. I'll make sure to take some time to talk to her soon. But right now, I have a plan to initiate.