7. Britt

Britt

seven

It's been two weeks since the night at the bar, and I've barely seen or talked to the guys. With their busy preseason practice schedules, we haven't had time to talk, even with me at the arena every day.

Today is the day of the sports magazine photo shoot. I was given the shoot description a few days ago. The photographer wants to showcase Torin, Talen, and Tarek with a single female model with her naked back to the camera as the guys stand in a semi-circle, shirtless, around her for the main article. I know sex sells, but I wish I would have called in sick today.

"Unacceptable!" the photographer yells into his cell phone. "What do you mean the model is sick?"

I sit up straighter in my chair, a sense of relief coursing through my body, knowing that there won't be a half-naked female model around my guys.

My guys. Yeah right. I snort, drawing the photographer's attention to me.

"You, over there." The photographer's eyes bore into mine. He can't be talking to me. I look behind me, expecting to see someone, but there's no one there. I slowly turn to face him. "Yes, you, the one making pig noises. I need you to fill in for the model that didn't show up."

I should be horrified at his description of the sound I made, but my breath is stuck in my throat as Torin, Talen, and Tarek make their way from the makeshift dressing room behind the photographer to the photo area, wearing only their hockey uniform pants. Their smiling faces lock onto mine, and my mouth waters.

After seeing the three of them shirtless, I think we need to rethink the rule about wearing clothes at our shared house.

Forgetting about anyone else in the room, I let my eyes travel up and down their bodies. My eyes eat up every ounce of sex appeal rolling off their bodies, devouring every drop until regret takes over. Regret that we kept our clothes on that night. Regret that I didn't get the chance to touch their naked chests. Regret that the only fluid running down my legs that night was my own since they each wore a condom, blocking the hot spray of their cum from my welcoming body.

I squeeze my thighs together. Seeing them in only pants causes my body to overheat. Sure, I've seen them in only swim trunks when we were younger, but this is different they didn't take their shirts off that night.

"We don't have all day, Miss Piggy."

In a flash, their smiles turn into rage. The photographer is slammed against the wall, Torin pressing into his left side, Tarek doing the same on the other side, and Talen's forearm pressed against the photographer's neck. "Call her Miss Piggy one more time, and you're a dead man."

Their raw act of violence shouldn't turn me on, but it does. Watching them defend my honor sends a thrill up and down my spine. And, of course, another gush of wetness to drench my already soaked panties.

"I-I'm sorry," the photographer chokes out as he claws at Talen's forearm.

"Apologize to Britt, not us, asshole." Talen presses his forearm tighter against the photographer's neck, causing his already purple face to turn a deeper shade.

"You'll have to ease up on him before his head pops off." Tarek taps Talen's arm.

Reluctantly, Talen removes his arm from under the photographer's chin. Tarek and Torin let go of the photographer's arms.

All three of them glare at the photographer as he bends over, trying to catch his breath. "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. You just sounded like a pig when you snorted, and I didn't know your name." Growls erupt from Torin, Talen, and Tarek, and the photographer's face becomes deathly white. "My apologies, Miss."

The photographer flees to the safety of his crew, looking a little disheveled from his altercation with the guys.

"What did he want from you?" Torin's calm voice does nothing to hide the anger radiating off his body.

"The original model he hired to be in a couple of pictures with you guys didn't show up, so he asked me to stand in and do it."

"Well, are you going to do it?" Talen asks.

Before I can respond, Tarek says, "Hell yes, she's going to do it."

"We should have asked what they were planning for poses before we agreed to let Britt be in the photos," Torin says through clenched teeth.

"Dial down the anger!" the photographer yells over the clicking of his camera.

I glance between Torin, Talen, and Tarek and see identical scowls glaring at the camera—or at least, I assume they're glaring at the camera since I'm facing away from the photographer.

The photographer decided on a pose with me sitting on a backless stool facing a shirtless Torin, Talen, and Tarek. The only clothes they have on are their uniform pants with the top two laces undone, showing off the deep V of their muscular abs.

Oh, I almost forgot, I'm topless too. The only thing standing between my bare chest and theirs are two, nude-colored pasties, clinging to my hard nipples for dear life

The guys look ready to snap at any moment. Their eyes keep traveling from my face down my neck, then almost to my barely covered breasts before snapping back to my face again.

"Stop looking at her like you want to throw her over your shoulders and take her back to your cave to punish her."

I wish.

"I want seductive smiles. Smirks even. I want the women who see this picture to want to trade places with her and I want the men that see this picture to be green with jealousy over what they are seeing."

"I thought this was a sports magazine, not a porn magazine," Talen huffs, gaining the photographer's attention.

"Sex sells, baby. And the sooner you realize it, the better off you'll be. Now, if you can channel that passion you displayed when you thought I was making fun of Britt, this shoot will go much faster."

The photographer either has a death wish or is a genius for bringing up that subject again. From the way Torin, Talen, and Tarek's facial expressions have changed, it's the latter. Their scowls have turned into a smirk from Tarek, a half-smile from Talen, and a full smile from Torin. But when I look at their eyes, I see matching expressions of what looks like possessiveness.

That can't be right.

I tilt my head back and close my eyes, shaking my head from side to side to clear my dangerous thoughts. I must be imagining that look in their eyes. There's nothing in the way they have treated me that would make me believe they wanted something more from me than friendship.

My long, brown hair tickles my naked back as it sways back and forth, causing me to shiver. Three matching growls roll over my body. My eyes snap open, and for a split second, I see desire, hunger, and lust in their eyes, staring back at me.

"That's it! That's the shot!" the photographer shouts, breaking the spell. "That's a wrap!" he announces.

Before I can question the depth of their stares, the photographer's assistant places a silky robe over my shoulders and guides me away from Torin, Talen, and Tarek to a makeshift dressing room.

"You did great!"

I risk a glance over my shoulder at Torin, Talen, and Tarek, but the moment is gone, and so is the lustful look in their eyes. Or maybe I just dreamt it.