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melted against him, twisting her fingers in his thick hair and moaning when he palmed her ass and lifted her pelvis into his erection. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stop if he kept going, so with great reluctance, he released her.
    “If you’re gonna give him some sugar, I want some, too,” Leo said, pulling her into his body. He snaked his arms around her, and Scott watched as he plundered Kelly’s mouth. But watching wasn’t making his dick subside any, so he turned partially away before he came at her from behind like he had last night. Leo finally finished kissing her, and Scott turned back in time to see her draw her fingertips over her swollen lips. He couldn’t help the groan that started deep in his chest and forced its way free. Kelly looked over at him, her face uncertain.
    “I’m fine, Kel, get in the car.” She did without another word and they waved as she drove away. “Damn...”
    “You’re telling me. I think I’m gonna have to rub one off tonight just so I can sleep.”
    Scott snorted. “You rub one off every night, dude.”
    “What is it they say? If you want a job done right, do it yourself?” Leo grinned. “At least I know I’ll always be satisfied.”
    “You’re a pig.”
    “Oh come on, don’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing as soon as you popped a woody.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go home. If we don’t get a decent night of sleep, Tom’s gonna beat our asses tomorrow.” Both of them shuddered and headed for Leo’s car.

Chapter Five

    The boys went to Ottawa and won in front of Leo and then returned home to face New York with Scott in net. A lot of goaltenders would hate the rotating playing schedule that Tom used, but both Scott and Leo thought it worked well. Neither got overplayed or fatigued, and Tom could play the goaltender that performed best against a team if need be, too. Most elite athletes would feel in constant competition with each other, and in some ways, they were, but only to push the other to be the best he could be. Both men were a little older, and at this point in their careers neither could handle playing seventy games a season. Having the rotation in place had allowed them to prolong their careers, as Leo was currently forty-one, while Scott was thirty-eight.
    The team beat New York by three goals, and Scott had an easy time of it in net, only facing eighteen shots. After the game, both were starving, and, of course, eager to see Kelly. They’d talked strategy in their hotel room while they’d been away and decided to try much the same thing that had worked the first time—flirt a little, make her feel at ease, and then move in jointly. Scott also convinced Leo they should take their cues from her behavior. If it was obvious it wasn’t going to happen that night, they would be patient and wait for another night, no matter how much waiting tied their dicks in knots.
    When they walked in the door at Kelly’s, Scott sniffed the air with anticipation. Kelly had made an apple pie, but he could smell something else, too. Italian? Leo led the way and they sat down in their customary seats at the counter. A waitress came over and both ordered water. She brought it and then went into the kitchen. Shortly thereafter, Kelly appeared. “Rebecca said you were here.”
    Leo smiled, responding, “Yep, in the flesh.” She colored slightly but said nothing—a good sign.
    Scott spoke up. “What’s that I smell? Italian?”
    Kelly turned to him, her eyes alive with excitement. They’d looked much the same when they’d made her come, and his cock began to stiffen.
    Not now, boy. Soon. Be patient.
    “It’s something new that I’m trying. It’s actually Mediterranean. I thought you guys might let me use you as guinea pigs.” She smiled shyly, and Scott grinned. He loved to hear she was cooking them something. This wasn’t the first time she had tried out a new recipe on them, and as far as he could tell, she’d never produced a loser. His