Monster Pucker: A MMF Monster Hockey Romance(3)

He leaned in. I could feel tears blurring my vision as he drew in a sharp breath, his black eyes holding mine.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m so sorry. I came in here hoping to overhear something good enough for a story to beat my stupid ex for a byline. And then I jumped inside the locker when I heard the security guard coming. And then I got stuck. I know I’m not supposed to be in here, but oh my gods, I am so sorry.”

I squeezed my thighs together, trying not to think about the fact that I’d just come from watching him and Flurry…or that my pants were still unbuttoned.

Klaus raised a furry brow. “Your scent makes me want to bend you over and spank you for being such a naughty girl. You really are in trouble here, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” I said again.

Klaus moved back, crossing his arms. I looked from him to Flurry.

Flurry made a soft noise. “Aw, Klaus. You’ve scared the poor thing. You should say sorry for that.”

“I think she liked it,” he chuckled. “And now we have to decide what to do. She’s seen us.”

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” I promised.

He laughed, a boisterous, evil sound. “I have a different idea.”

“Okay. Whatever it is, I’ll do it as long as you don’t get me fired for this.” It didn’t seem like I had any other options.

Klaus looked at Flurry, the two of them exchanging silent words.

“Alright,” Flurry said, looking at me. “How about a date?”

I damn near fell out of the locker. “A date?”

“A secret date,” Klaus said. “With both of us.”

“I…” I trailed off, unsure of what to say.

“You clearly like us,” Flurry teased, sniffing the air. “But if you would rather not, we won’t pressure you.”

I felt like a deer in headlights. Two of the hottest hockey players in the entire world were asking me on a date.

All I could think of was my ex choking on his food if he found out.

But aside from a bit of sweet revenge…

They were both hot. And they were right. Clearly, I did like them.

“Alright,” I said. “I’ll go on a secret date with both of you. When?”

“Tomorrow night after practice,” Klaus said. “Assuming you’re staying in the city until then.”

“I am,” I said. “I travel with the team during the season. Well, not officially, of course, but…”

“We’ve seen you,” Flurry said, smirking. “Well, I’ve seen you. I think Klaus is seeing you now too, given that his cock is still hard—”

Klaus smacked him on the shoulder, growling. “Not another word from you.”

Flurry just smirked, his easygoing attitude a fresh breeze to Klaus’ grumpiness.

“A date then,” I said.

“Meet us outside the stadium tomorrow at 3 P.M.,” Flurry said. “Oh, and…what’s your name? And phone number…”

“Holly,” I said, finally stepping out of the locker.

I rattled off my phone number, swallowing hard as Flurry found his phone and put it in.

Part of me was still in shock. This was really happening.

Excitement fluttered through me at the thought of going on a date with these two monsters. I craned my head back to look up at them. I was 5'11" and, come to think of it, I had never gone on a date with anyone that I had to crane my neck to look at, let alone two someones.

Flurry held out his hand. I slid my palm against his, aware of the rough feeling. He leaned down, pressing his lips to it.

“Tomorrow, Holly. We’ll meet you then.”





CHAPTER 2





FLURRY





I had to force myself to concentrate during practice. Not only was I distracted by Klaus, but by the excitement of our date with Holly.

Holly.

That curvy little reporter had captivated me from the moment I laid eyes on her. I remembered it clearly; her sitting in the front row at my first post-game interview wearing a white button-down blouse that was unbuttoned just low enough to make my imagination go wild. I’d watched as she tapped her full lips with her pen, her brown eyes scrutinizing everything. It appeared that investigative journalism was her style of choice.

Journalists and public figures weren’t supposed to mix, but I couldn’t keep myself away from her. There was something there, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I wanted to know more about her.

The poor woman had looked scared to death when Klaus wrenched the locker door open. I could smell the fear rolling off of her in waves.

I’d been torn between chastising him and laughing. I was used to how he could be sometimes. For just over a year, I’d been secretly mated to him. I knew him better than anyone else. Almost everyone was a little frightened of him, but the big scary krampus was also secretly a teddy-bear.

Holly would see that side of him soon, I was sure. Her getting stuck in the lockers while we’d happened to be in the room had been a twist of fate.

All I’d been able to think about was what our date would be like. What we would learn about her. I wanted to know everything.

What was her favorite color? Her favorite ice cream? Did she like rom-coms or action movies or something else?