8. Torin

Torin

eight

How many times have I taken my cock in my hand to relieve my lustful thoughts of Brittany? twenty? fifty? A hundred? It's more like a million. The last two years have been hell. After having a taste of Brittany at my parent's Halloween party, she's all I can think about.

Her shy smile when she would sit with our parents during our games was what calmed my nerves. I never told her that. One look into the crowed area at her face was all I ever needed to relax was to look at her and all those feelings of not being good enough vanished as fast as they came.

"On your right!" Fin yells as the puck he passed to me flies by, bouncing off the wall.

"What has gotten into you, man?" he asks, skating beside me.

When you're an identical triplet, you get used to being called man, dude, bro, or anything but your real name. It's the easy way out of not knowing the name of the triplet you are talking to. Everyone does it, except Brittany.

Brittany is the only person who consistently and confidently calls us all by the correct name. I search the stands for her but can't find her anywhere. I'm so distracted that I'm playing the worst game ever in my professional career history. Luckily, Teagan, Fin, Royal, and Coulter have all picked up our slack since Talen and Tarek's game is just as bad as mine tonight. I'm surprised the coach hasn't pulled the three of us yet.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." I shrug off Fin's question, skating to where the action is in hopes of ignoring thoughts of Brittany.

I'm normally able to control my feelings for Brittany, even after that night. Sure, she was all I thought about, but it was easier than to tell myself she needed time to graduate college and find a job she liked before we claimed her. After living with her, it feels natural to take the next step.

"Well, whatever it is, you're playing like shit," Fin says as he skates by, knocking a defender into the plexiglass.

He's not wrong. When Talen, Tarek, and I signed on with Uncle Colt, we made a commitment to this team. Now is not the time to blow it and lose everything we worked so hard for on a case of nerves.

Instead of following Fin into the action, I scan the crowd, searching for the only person in the crowd that matters. But she's nowhere to be found.

A forceful blow to my left side sends me crashing into the visitor side plexiglass. It's enough to cause me to lose my balance and I embarrassingly land on my ass on the cold ice.

The guys and Teagan are never going to let me live this down. I glance up in time to see Ivan Polach skating away from me with a smirk on his face.

Motherfucker. I've always hated that cocksucker. I scowl and bolt off the ice charging for him, but before I can reach him Talen and Tarek already have him cornered against the plexiglass with their gloves off taking shots at him.

As much as I love my brothers, them spending time in the penalty box isn't going to help our team win the game.

The refs break up the fight, sending both Tarek and Talen to the penalty box for five minutes.

I've got to get my shit together fast, or I'm afraid my brothers and I will spend most of the season in the penalty box for taking our frustrations out on our opponents when we'd rather be taking out or sexual frustration out on Brittany.

Maybe it's finally time to come clean with her and tell her we know she was our mystery girl that night and how we all want to be with her.

It all sounds so simple, but the fear of her rejecting us weighs heavy on my mind. A life with only being Brittany's roommates is better than a life without her like the last two years.