“You’re the one that kissed me—”
Klaus shoved him against the lockers, the metal rattling. “Get back down. I want you to swallow a load before I put another inside you. Then you can go to dinner with your fake date with my cum leaking from you.”
He whimpered, letting out a soft growl. Before I knew it, Flurry was back on his knees. He hit the tile flooring hard with a thud, groaning. This time they were turned so that I could see them better, which was bad for me.
Really bad for me.
I could feel the edge of an orgasm getting closer. My eyes widened as I caught sight of Klaus’ cock.
Holy shit.
My mouth fell open as I stared. His cock was unlike anything I’d ever seen. It was thick and dark crimson, a knot at the base. But his shaft…it moved. His cock was prehensile, which meant it could grab, grope, twist all at his will. It ended in a tapered head, pre-cum dripping from the tip.
I’d heard rumors he was packing at least ten inches, and those rumors appeared to be true.
Flurry opened his mouth, grunting as he took every inch.
Every. Inch.
Fuck.
Desire pumped through me like a heavy drug. I sucked in a breath, circling my clit faster as I watched them. I’d never done something so devious, and it only turned me on more.
I was getting so close.
Klaus paused again, letting out a dark growl. Flurry pulled back, looking up at him.
“What is it?”
“Keep sucking.”
He dragged Flurry’s head back, holding him in place. He looked around the room as he used Flurry’s mouth.
I gasped as an orgasm suddenly crashed into me. I arched, my head falling back as pleasure burst through with an intensity I’d never felt before.
A moan slipped from me before I could stop it.
Oh no.
The orgasms ebbed, and I pulled my hand free. I refocused, my heart still pounding.
“Naughty, naughty girl.”
Every muscle in my body froze, terror icing my veins.
Pressed against the locker door was Klaus.
His eyes met mine, his grin devilish.
I yelped as the locker door was suddenly ripped off the hinges; the metal squealing as it snapped.
“Oh my gods,” I gasped, staring in shock.
He put his arms to either side of the opening, his massive body blocking any sort of escape.
The Growlers’ star player had me caged in.
I’d been caught.
My eyes slowly moved down.
His cock was still hard.
I blushed from head to toe. Like I wasn’t already redder than a godsdamned tomato. I was shaking like a leaf. “I-I can explain,” I croaked.
He slowly smiled, revealing his very sharp teeth. “Can you?” Klaus whispered. “You’re the pretty journalist that distracted my player earlier. We almost lost because of you.”
“Wh—what?” My voice was trembling.
“Oh yes,” he said menacingly.
I felt like I was going to faint.
“And then here you are, distracting us again. You aren’t supposed to be in here, are you? This atrocious locker scent was a good disguise, but I can still smell you. She’s a little voyeur, Flurry.”
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.