The Intimidators were facing a tough test in Boston. Scott was in net with the goaltender from their minor league team backing him up. As he watched Scott get shelled, adrenaline coursed through his veins, and it was downright strange to be sitting in this little bistro while his team battled it out hundreds of miles away.
Leo jumped when Kelly put her hand on his shoulder. “You okay?” He looked down, realizing he had a death grip on the counter as he watched Scott dive all over the crease, making save after save. No wonder no one else was even looking his way. He looked like a lunatic.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just not used to watching the game like this. I feel so helpless.”
“I’m sure,” she replied, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze before releasing him. “Want some dessert?” She grinned at him. “I’ve got a lava cake tonight, and Scott isn’t here to bitch at you for eating it.”
Leo smiled back. “Bring it on.” She came back a moment with it, and he took a bite, closing his eyes as the rich, gooey dessert melted on his tongue. “Mmm, that’s good.” He opened his eyes to find Kelly smirking at him. “What?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone enjoy dessert that much.”
“Not having Scott around is wreaking havoc on my diet. Not that I’m complaining.” At that moment the other patrons groaned, and he looked up. Scott had given up the go-ahead goal in the waning moments of the game. “Shit.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t look good. Well, I’ll leave you to watch the game and enjoy your dessert. The kitchen is a total mess, so I’ll be in there cleaning up for a while.”
“Sounds good.” Leo ate his dessert and waited for the place to clear out before wandering back to the kitchen. He found Kelly bent over the big sink in the dish area, washing a pot. “Don’t you have staff to do that?”
“Yeah, but he worked hard tonight so I let him go.”
“Didn’t you work hard tonight?” He stepped up behind her and pushed her aside. “I’ll do that. Go do something else.”
“You’re injured!”
“My hands are perfectly fine and able to scrub out a pot for you.”
“All right,” she answered, moving aside and wiping her hands on a rag stuck into her apron strings. “I’ll go lock up the cooler and freezer.”
He pointed to the remaining few pots and pans. “I’ll be done with these by the time you’re ready to close up.”
“If you’re sure you don’t mind…I mean, I could leave them for tomorrow.”
Leo laughed. “And it would drive you nuts all night that you’ve got stuff in the sink here.”
“Guilty,” Kelly replied, sighing. She moved away and started her nightly ritual of locking and checking everything.
As Leo scoured each piece, he considered his plans for the night. He really wanted to get inside Kelly but had promised Scott he wouldn’t sleep with her by himself. He felt his cock stiffening at the thought of fucking Kelly, but forced himself away from that train of thought. It would be wrong to betray his friend like that.
Laying the last pan on the sideboard, he turned to look for Kelly. He found her straining to put something away on a high shelf, as the material of her T-shirt stretched taut over her tits. She turned toward him, and he noticed the faint outline of her nipples peeking through the top. Was she trying to kill him? One thing was for sure. His dick didn’t seem to be totally on board with this plan not to fuck her.
She turned back to him and he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re so fucking distracting. This is ridiculous. I can’t think straight. I’m supposed to be convincing you to give us another chance, not seducing you.”
“We do need to talk about that.”
“I know,” Leo answered, sighing. “We can make you happy, Kelly, we can. You have to believe that. Believe in us. We would do anything for you—I hope you know that.”
Kelly bit her lip. “I do. I think.”
“Don’t think, just…do it. Give us a chance.”
“I look at you, and I want you. I look at Scott, and I want him. And I still think that’s totally messed up.” Kelly bit her lip, and he nearly reached for her again but managed to restrain himself. “I shouldn’t want more than one man.”
“Like both Scott and I have said before, it’s no one’s business but ours how many men you want or how many men you’re with.”
“Easy for you to say. You guys are the golden boys of Buffalo. You could loot every store in town and people would still worship you.”
He couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. “That’s hardly true. But we know what we want. We want you, and we’re willing to do what it takes.”
“What do you mean, exactly, when you say you want me?” Kelly asked, cocking her head to the side.
“We mean we want you to be with us. Forever.”
Kelly gasped. “No!”
“What do you mean no? You think we don’t know what would make us happy?”
“I think we’re all deluding ourselves if we think this could work long-term.”
Leo was tempted to punch the wall next to him but refrained, knowing it would scare the hell out of Kelly. Now was not the time to let his temper get the best of him. “Why are you so unwilling to believe we can do this? Why won’t you let yourself be happy?”
“What right do I have to be involved with two men?”
“What on Earth are you talking about, Kel?” Leo rubbed the bridge of his nose. What could he say when she just kept coming back to the same arguments over and over?
“I could hardly get a date before you guys came along. I’ve only slept with four men my entire life, including you two, and I’m pretty sure one was because he lost a bet. Men look at me and see the fat girl who loves food. So now what makes me so special that I deserve not just one, but two men?”
He grabbed her face in both of his hands so she couldn’t avoid eye contact. “You are the most special woman I’ve ever met. Don’t ever forget that.”
“Maybe you think so now—”
“Dammit, Kelly, why don’t you believe us? Don’t you understand?”
“I understand that you think you want me now.” He cut off the rest of her objection the only way he knew how—he kissed her again. Before she could pull away, he’d tightened his arms around her and pushed his tongue into her mouth to taste her again. He couldn’t get enough of her. She moaned, and his hands slid down to her ass, cradling her into his hard cock, wishing he could be inside her. He’d told Scott he wouldn’t take her, and he wouldn’t, but her taste was drugging and he found he couldn’t pull away from her kiss. When Kelly moaned again, he heard her unspoken plea and eased away.
He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, but he wasn’t betraying Scott if he didn’t get any pleasure, right? “Let me make you come.”
“Please,” she begged him, her eyes glazed with lust.
He made short work of her checkered chef’s pants and then her panties, leaving them pooled at her feet, and then parted her legs. Sinking to his haunches, he ran two fingers through her pussy and hummed when they came away soaked in her juices. “So wet for me.”
She whimpered, and he pushed his fingers inside of her. Kelly clamped down around him, and he fought for control. He was about two seconds from standing up and plunging his throbbing cock into her. Instead, he concentrated on her pleasure, moving his fingers in and out as she gasped and then grabbed for purchase with her hands on the wall behind her. Leaning forward, he opened the plump, pink lips of her pussy with his other hand and licked from where his fingers were fucking her up to her clit in steady, long licks. Kelly thrashed, banging her head on the wall behind her.
“Hey, easy there, baby. I want you in one piece when I’m done here.”
“Then finish. You’re killing me!”
Bending his head to the task again, he sped up both his fingers and his tongue, and soon Kelly exploded, spilling into his waiting mouth as she ground down on his face. He helped her ride through her orgasm and then eased away from her
, running his tongue over his lips. “So fucking good.”
He looked up to see Kelly’s eyes were tightly closed. She was panting, and her chest and cheeks were flushed, and he felt about ten feet tall knowing he’d brought her to that state without even taking his dick out of his pants. Rising, he helped Kelly dress herself again. She brushed her hand over his erection and he hissed.
“Can I help you with that?” She indicated in the general direction of his crotch.
“It’s fine,” he lied. “I wanted to get you off. I didn’t expect you to reciprocate.”
Kelly frowned. “Are you sure?”
He sure as fuck wasn’t sure, but if he didn’t get out of there fast, he was gonna sink balls-deep into her warm, wet pussy. “I should let you go home and get some rest.”
“Oh man,” she replied, flinching. “I’ve kept you here way too late. You need your sleep more than I do.”
Leo grinned. “Yeah, I need my beauty sleep.”
As Leo walked back out to his truck, he had a niggling sense of guilt. What would Scott think of what he’d just done? He hoped his friend would forgive him.
Chapter Eight
Scott and the team arrived back in Buffalo in the early morning hours, and he went straight to bed. The next morning he rose with a renewed sense of optimism. Hopefully Leo had spoken to Kelly and convinced her to give them another chance. He found Leo in the kitchen, mainlining coffee. Dropping into a kitchen chair, he got right to the point. “What’d she say?”
“I think she’s gonna give us some time.”
“Really? She said that?”
“Well, not in so many words…”
“In what words, exactly? You did go see her, right?”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And we talked.” Leo wouldn’t meet his eyes, and Scott got suspicious.
“Is that all you did?” When Leo didn’t answer immediately, and instead shifted in his chair, Scott continued. “You didn’t have sex with her, did you? We agreed.”
Now Leo finally looked at him, but his eyes betrayed his guilt. “I didn’t fuck her, no.”
“But you did something else?”
“She was on edge, babbling about not deserving the love of one man, let alone two. I had to do something.”
“Oh, you had to do something…”
“Look man, I didn’t fuck her!”
“Yeah, so you’ve said. How would you feel if you went away for a few days and I horned in on Kelly while you were gone? Once she’s with us maybe it’ll be different, but right now…” He wasn’t sure why he was so angry at the thought of Leo and Kelly being together without him, but his blood had instantly boiled when Leo had admitted it. Rising, he got himself a mug and grabbed the coffee. He had a feeling he’d need the caffeine.
Leo took a sip from his own cup. “Look, I made her come with my fingers and my mouth. It didn’t last more than a few minutes. I’m sorry if that upsets you. I didn’t know what else to do to shut her up.”
“Oh, so you only licked her pussy to shut her up?”
Leo rolled his eyes. “I pretty much always want to lick her pussy, and so do you, so don’t give me some self-righteous attitude. It’s done and I can’t undo it, so let’s just move on from here and plan our next move.”
Scott grunted. He knew Leo was right, he just hated admitting it. Slumping in his chair and putting his feet up on another, he asked, “So have you got any brilliant ideas?”
“I think we should take her out on a date. I mean, if you think about it, we’ve seen her at the restaurant and here—that’s it. And pretty much every time we see her, the only thing we do is fuck. Don’t you think we should wine and dine her a little?”
His feet hit the floor with a thud. “That’s a good point. I hadn’t thought of that. No wonder she thinks we’re only in it for the sex and we’ll drop her the minute we supposedly get bored.”
“Bingo. Anyway, I’m going in to see the doc today. If he clears me, I’ll be back practicing tomorrow. She usually has tomorrow off anyway, so I say we ask her out for tomorrow night.”
“Good idea. Do you have her cell number?”
“Yeah, she gave it to me at the hospital in case I needed anything.” Leo winked and Scott had to laugh. Sometimes his best friend drove him nuts, but overall, he really was a good guy. Leo pulled his phone out of his jeans pocket and dialed. Turning on the speakerphone, they both waited for her to answer, Scott leaning forward in anticipation. “Hey darlin’,” Leo drawled.
“Hi. How’s your head?”
“Good as new, I think. I’m going in to see the doc this morning. Hopefully he’ll clear me to start practicing again.”
“Oh, that’s great!” She genuinely sounded excited for Leo, and Scott felt a rush of warmth invade his body that had nothing to do with sex.
“That’s not why we called, though.”
“We?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m sorry. You’re on speaker. Scott’s here.”
“Hi, Scott! Tough couple of games, huh?”
Scott laughed. “Yeah, it wasn’t a whole lotta fun. I’ve got bruises on my bruises.”
“But you played really well. You should be proud of that.”
“I am,” he answered, as another spark of heat rushed through him.
“So why did you call?”
Leo motioned for Scott to go on. “We want to take you out tomorrow night, get to know you a little better outside the restaurant. It would be nice to be able to talk to you while you’re not working.”
“Ha! That never even occurred to me, but you’re right. I guess I work so much that it seems like home to me.”
“Then you’ll have dinner with us?”
“Um, sure.” Scott had to physically prevent himself from doing a fist pump, settling instead for a brief pounding on his thigh. “Where are we going?”
Leo shot him a panicked look, and Scott kept talking. “Don’t you worry about that. Just wear something pretty.”
“I have one question before I agree to do this.”
“What’s that?”
“You guys aren’t going to…well…make it obvious it’s a date, are you?”
“Are we gonna make out with you at the table? No. We promise to behave.” Leo mouthed “speak for yourself” and Scott waved him away with an impatient slash of his hand. “Where should we pick you up? Home? The bistro?”
“Home. I don’t set foot in the restaurant on my day off unless I have to.” She gave them the address and they said their good-byes. Leo stuck the phone back in his pocket and they exchanged high fives.
“All right,” Scott said, rubbing his hands together. “Now that we’ve got her on board, where are we going to take her? It might not be easy to get a reservation somewhere good this close to the date.”
Leo grinned. “Sometimes being an Intimidator has its advantages.” He grabbed his laptop and began poking at the keys.
“Jeez, were you this slow at typing before you took that puck to the head? Gimme that.” Scott turned the laptop toward himself. “What are you trying to do?”
“Look up the number for the Buffalo Chophouse, and I was doing just fine at it, asshole.”
“Whatever.” The number came up, and Scott gave it to Leo.
The phone must’ve been answered promptly, because before Scott knew it, Leo had put on his “smooth talker” voice. “Good morning. This is Leo Laporte.” After a short pause, he said, “Yes, my head is feeling much better, thank you for asking. Hey, I was wondering if you could do me a favor? I’d like to bring an old friend of mine to a nice restaurant tomorrow night. There would be a total of three of us. Do you think you could squeeze us into a corner somewhere?” Scott pretended to gag, but Leo shushed him. “Awesome, you’re the best! What’s your name? Sheila? I’ll send over an autographed team pic. Thank you so much for your kind assistance.” He hung up the phone and smirked at Scott. “Like putty in my hands, my friend.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Scot
t rose, his heart lighter than it had been in days. “I’ve got to get to practice. You want a ride?”
“Nah. I’m not seeing the doc ’til later, and it always pisses me off when you guys are practicing and all I can do is watch.”
“Suit yourself.”
* * * *
Kelly smoothed down the skirt of her dress for the billionth time as she seriously considered downing a quick shot before the guys arrived. Leo had called that day to confirm their plans and to tell her he’d been cleared to practice, and ever since then she’d been a jumble of nerves. Today had to be the least productive day off she’d had in months. Every time she tried to start something, her mind would wander back to her date that night and what might happen afterward. She had admitted to herself that there was no way she was going to stop wanting both Scott and Leo and that trying to was just driving her crazy. That didn’t mean she was just going to fall into bed with them whenever they wanted, but if she did, she had vowed to stop beating herself up over it.
The doorbell rang and she forced herself to walk with slow, measured steps to answer it. Both of her men—her men!—were standing outside in suits, looking so yummy she wanted to eat them with a spoon. Her body heated in a flash.
The two of them should come with a warning label.
Before they got carried away again, she grabbed her purse from the small table by the door. Scott took her hand and helped her into the Range Rover and then went around to the backseat. Conversation on the way to the restaurant chiefly consisted of their play lately, along with a brief story Kelly told them about a funny incident at the bistro. Soon they were pulling into the lot of the restaurant.
Once inside, they were shown to a corner table. “Perfect,” Leo said, beaming at the hostess, who was all but drooling on the floor at the sight of the two gorgeous men. Scott pulled out her chair and she murmured her thanks, sinking into it with as much grace as she could. While she and Leo looked at the menu, Scott perused the wine list and ordered a Shiraz-Cabernet blend. They placed their orders, all three choosing the filet mignon with a cracked-pepper coating and Caesar salads to start.
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