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Fletcher and I were roughly the same height, making this position work. Once she was settled, we worked together to move in and out. I kept hold of her hips while he took care of her upper body.

“Ah, yes, yes,” she cried. “So good. So full. I’m going to come,” she groaned.

“Come for us, Henley,” I demanded. “Drench our cocks in your cum like the dirty good girl you are.”

“Yes, ahh, fuck Reed! Fletch!” she shouted as her body trembled, her legs locking up as she came. Her walls tightened and clenched my cock so good I couldn’t hold back any longer and gave one more thrust as I unloaded inside her.

“Shit. Did I miss the fun?” Dax whined as he ran down the stairs.

“Nope. The goal is four orgasms, and she’s only had two so far,” I said between breaths.

“Make that one more,” Henley groaned as she came again, Fletcher moving in and out of her ass rapidly before he followed her with his own release. Fletcher withdrew a few seconds later, and I pulled her arms back around me.

“Looks like you get to play pool after all,” I teased, kissing her and pulling out. Her legs wobbled as I sat her down, but Dax awaited her.

“I do like pool, don’t I, Petal?” he purred, her body shivering at his words. “Brace your hands against the table.”

Henley did as he asked, and Dax thrust into her a moment later. Fletcher handed me a paper towel, and I cleaned up while watching. Henley came quickly, her moans of pleasure loud as she wept with joy. She panted against the pool table, her legs shaking as she squeezed Dax’s cock.

“That’s four,” I said, feeling pleased with myself. I put my clothes back on and took a towel over to Dax and Henley, helping clean up Hen with Fletcher and re-dressing her.

“Why four?” she asked.

“Seemed like a good number to pull you out of your thoughts. Did it work?” I asked as we headed upstairs.

“Oh yeah. I barely remember my name. That room is dangerous.”

The four of us laughed, and I loved that we could all work together to bring Henley the ultimate pleasure. It wasn’t about one of us being more than the other, but how we could fulfill anything we set out to as a group.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Henley

The team trudged back to the bus, their gear bags heavy as they carried them. Every step felt like stepping in quicksand, my body tired and sore from the past two days. Some of it was my fault; having vigorous sex with three fit men left my body aching in all the best ways. Add in days worth of grueling practice and conditioning and then traveling for hours, and I desperately needed a hot bath.

“You okay? You don’t seem happy about winning?” Fletcher asked as I handed him my bag to store under the bus.

“It didn’t feel like we won,” I griped as I encouraged my feet to travel a few more steps. The kids seemed as discouraged as I had, their bodies as tired and worn out.

“The next one will be better; at least it shows our record as 15-1.”

I knew Fletcher was trying to be encouraging, but I wasn’t in the mood tonight. That game had been miserable. We’d fought tooth and nail for the goal we made. Call after call went in the home team’s favor as more and more of our group spent time in the penalty box. We barely had enough players for each shift, having to run the ones who weren’t injured or out longer.

The crowd hadn’t helped either, hissing and booing at us every chance they could. There had been signs and catcalls toward Reese and me, bringing up things from our lives I didn’t want to be aired at hockey games. Or period, if I could help it.

Add in the condition of the locker room and additional changing room, and it had been made abundantly clear we weren’t wanted there. I had to sit Reese and Molly out more than necessary because the other team was targeting them, and when I brought it up, the ref pretended he couldn’t hear us.

So yeah, we’d won, but at what cost? Our safety, health, and team were threatened nonstop for the past four hours, leaving me emptier than I’d been in a long time.

Sitting with Dax, I leaned against his chest and closed my eyes. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me to him without a word. I was glad he was here. Not that I didn’t want the other guys, but this was one of the things they didn’t get as a female hockey player. At least Dax wouldn’t try to put his experience on mine. He would just comfort me and not ask questions.

I let Fletcher and Reed do the headcount, trusting them to ensure everyone returned to the bus. I wanted to rage at myself for not being strong enough, but I didn’t even have the energy to do that.

When the bus came to a halt, I jerked open my eyes and blinked. I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep. Wiping them clear, I realized we were at the hotel.

Since this game was later, Lux had opted for us to stay the night and catch the plane back in the morning. They’d needed it to take another sport somewhere while we were playing. With the image of a hot bath in sight, I stood up and spoke to the team.

“Stay put. I’ll get our keycards. You may get food from any of the surrounding places within walking distance only. Curfew will be in an hour and a half, so don’t wander off too far. Divide into groups while I’m gone. No one goes alone. We’re not safe here.”