Head Games (2 page)

Chapter Two

Kelly watched as her guys tucked into the food she’d prepared for them. They ate like ravenous beasts, which wasn’t surprising, considering they hadn’t eaten in hours. Scott tended to eat more healthful foods than Leo did, as evidenced by his wrap versus Leo’s shepherd’s pie. She smiled, but it quickly faded as a rush of longing overtook her.

My guys. Right. I wish.

But she’d never admit that to them. Not in a million years. How messed up was it to want
both
of them? And not separately, but together. Who did that? Sure, they flirted with her and told her they wanted her, but that kind of thing didn’t really happen. People didn’t just go around sleeping with two guys at the same time. Leo looked up at her and winked, and she flushed. It was like he could see straight into her brain and knew exactly what she was thinking. “More water?” she asked, hovering over his glass with the pitcher. He grunted, and she refilled it for him, laughing. “Is that all I’m getting now? Grunting?”

“Oh, honey, you can have a lot more than that. Just say the word.” He winked at her again and she beat a strategic retreat before she could make an ass of herself. She shouldn’t want this—it was wrong on so many levels. These guys were players in every sense of the word. They played hard on the ice, and even harder off the ice. They were heartbreakers, and had left a trail of wounded women all the way from Buffalo to Vancouver. She’d heard all about them, and she wasn’t about to add her name to the list of the women who had fallen for their charm, only to be forgotten the next day.

Her business couldn’t afford the drop in customers, either. People came into Kelly’s hoping for a glimpse of the infamous two-headed goalie monster. Leo and Scott spent money like it grew on trees, oftentimes paying for the meals of whoever was in the restaurant if one of them had a shutout, and were good tippers to boot. Losing them would put a serious dent in her plans to pay off the SBA loan she’d taken to start the place.

She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Shhh, it’s just me.” Scott leaned toward her as he spoke, and she breathed in the scent of him. It was a heady mixture of soap, cologne, and testosterone-laden man. Clearly she was losing her mind, as she hadn’t even heard him approach.

“Did you need something?”

Scott smiled, and Kelly barely bit back a groan. “Got any veggies? I need something to munch on. Unless you’ve got something better than veggies.” He waggled his eyebrows and she worried that if he remained this close to her overheated body, she couldn’t be responsible for her actions. She’d been fighting this attraction forever, and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.

“In the cooler.” She didn’t bother to get them for him. At this point, the guys knew their way around the kitchen, since they often helped her close up at night when they came in after their games. She actually liked having the guys in the kitchen. It was her secret little place to spend time with them away from prying eyes. Her domain. They loved watching her do her closing duties, and for her part it was nice to have some company that late at night, especially hunky, well-built, attentive company.

He came back out with a baby carrot hanging out of his mouth and Kelly couldn’t help but imagine his lips wrapped around something else—something much more pleasant for both of them. Her nipples tingled as she thought about him suckling her breasts, going from one to the other and back again. Scott tossed his shaggy, dark-blond hair out of his eyes and she once again wondered how it didn’t get in the way when he was tending goal. His light-blue eyes reminded her of a stalking predator when they showed a close-up during the game. The best way she could describe them then was watchful and ice-cold. Right now they were darker, and ice was the furthest thing from her mind when she looked at them.

Leo, in contrast, was a dark, avenging angel, with closely cropped dark hair, dark skin, and dark eyes. Looking at him, one would never figure that he was almost all of French-Canadian ancestry. He’d been born in Canada before his father had moved them to Michigan when Leo was still a baby. Leo’s father had been a journeyman goaltender in the minors for years, and so Leo had lived all over the United States and Canada as a result. Scott was born and bred in Wisconsin and had that Midwest Scandinavian look to him. Both of them were gorgeous in their own way. Leo was shorter and leaner, whereas Scott was tall and more muscled, like a Nordic god. Thankfully, both of them were taller than she was, which was becoming less and less common in the guys she’d dated recently. She was starting to feel like an overstuffed giraffe.

The boys were finishing their food, and she automatically slid two pieces of apple pie into the warmer. “Ice cream?”

“Definitely,” Leo answered, as Scott declined at the same time. Typical.

Bringing them over, she gave the plain one to Scott and the ice cream-laden one to Leo. Before she could pull her hand away, he’d grabbed it. “Not so fast.”

“I have work to do.”

Leo gave her a sardonic look and Kelly winced, knowing they knew her closing routine as well as she did. “Sit with us. Tell us how brilliantly we played.”

“The benching wasn’t your fault,” she replied. Defending him was like second nature to her. She couldn’t stand it when jerks came into the bistro spouting all this ridiculousness about how the Intimidators should trade one or the other and that having two starting goaltenders on a rotation would never work. It had already been working for years, but still, people bitched.

Leo’s face lit up with a dazzling smile, and Kelly felt her pussy tighten. She didn’t react like this to any of their teammates, whom she’d met several times when they’d come in with Leo and Scott, only to them. Both of them. By themselves, they were hard to handle. Together, they were deadly to her good intentions, and she had no idea what to do about it. Reaching for a rag, she began to wipe down the already-clean counter, just to have something to do with her hands. With that chore done, she said, “If you guys don’t mind, I’m gonna go in the back and get a few things done.”

They exchanged a look and Kelly’s eyebrows drew down. What was going on?

“No problem. I’m going to finish my pie. I’ll bring the plate in to you after I lick it clean,” Leo answered. Kelly flushed as the image of him licking her plates bounced around in her head. He smirked, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. How he was able to do that she had no idea, but it both excited and disconcerted her. Turning, she bolted for the relative safety of the kitchen. At least now they weren’t within touching distance.

She concentrated on unloading the dishwasher and filling it up with the last of the dishes. Through the swinging door, she could detect the low sounds of the two of them talking. Turning away, she grabbed a couple of sheet pans to return them to their place underneath one of the prep tables. When she straightened, someone grabbed her around the waist, and she shrieked.

“Hey now, it’s just me,” Leo said, smoothing his hands down her sides in what should’ve been a comforting gesture but felt anything but. “Skittish much?”

“I was in my own little world.” Placing a hand over her heart, she felt it pound.

“That’s obvious.” Removing his hands, he leaned against the table and folded his arms over his chest. Her gaze was caught on how the action delineated the muscles in his arms. She’d always had a weird obsession with arms and hands, and both Leo and Scott fed that obsession with the perfect bodies they’d honed through years of physical training.

She indicated the empty plate sitting on the counter next to them. “Are you done?”

He picked up the plate and handed it to her. “With the pie? Yes.”

Kelly loaded the plate into the dishwasher and returned to him. Suddenly, she was sitting on the prep table. Leo had picked her up as if she weighed nothing, even though that was most definitely not true. All those calories from tasting the various delicacies she created had gone straight to her hips.

And my ass. And my thighs. And my boobs.

Before she knew what was happening, Leo had lowered his head and kissed her. Every cell in her body did a little happy dance as she felt him lick at the seam of her lips. Opening to him, she vaguely wondered if this was a good idea, but when he put his arms around her and drew her into the taut planes of his body, all coherent thought flew out of her head as her body was wracked with sensation. Kelly arched against him and he growled into her mouth in return. Any notion to resist him was futile, despite the fact she knew she should.

She felt another pair of hands come from behind and she stiffened, pulling away from Leo. “Shhhh,” Scott cooed. “Let us make you feel good.” Turning her head, he delved into her mouth, and a moan escaped before she could stop it.

“She’s so hot,” she heard Leo murmur, as his hands explored her breasts through her T-shirt.

“She is,” Scott agreed, his eyes flaring as they took her in.

Kelly bit her lip. “There’s two of you and only one of me. I’m not sure I should be doing this.” She wanted it so badly, wanted to reach out and grab her heart’s desire, but she was so very frightened to. The thought of just handing her heart over to these two men terrified her. Kelly had never given her heart to anyone, much less two men at the same time.

“That’s true there are two of us, and there’s nothing wrong with that,” Leo answered.

Scott climbed onto the table behind her and began to nuzzle her neck. Her head fell back of its own volition to give him better access. “That’s better,” he said. “You’re thinking too much. Just feel.” Taking her earlobe in his mouth, he stroked over it with his tongue, and she shuddered. “That’s right, show us what you like.”

Leo bent to the other one, and Kelly reached out, grabbing his shoulder like a lifeline. “Oh, God…”

Scott released her lobe and whispered, “That’s it, baby, you’re so beautiful. We want you so much. Tell us you want us, too.”

“I–I can’t.”

“Don’t think so hard about it. Just do what you want. Do what feels good.”

“Easy for you to say. I feel like a slut.” Could she let this happen? Could she stop it even if she wanted to?

“You’re
not
a slut. And we would never force you. You know that, right, baby?”

“I know that.”

Scott massaged her shoulders. “Then just relax and let us in.”

“Okay, I’ll try.” She wanted them so badly she ached. Her heart was racing and her palms were sweaty. Having both of them so close to her, touching her—it was a dream come true, a dream she’d never dared let out of the depths of her own mind. Now, it was out in full color, exposed under the harsh fluorescent lights in the kitchen.

She was laid bare emotionally, and it wasn’t a comfortable feeling in the slightest for someone as cautious as Kelly. Trying to stop the thoughts swirling around in her mind, Kelly bit down on the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. At least it gave her something else to focus on.

Leo tugged on her sensitive lobe and then scraped his teeth along it, and she gasped, her pussy heating further. He straightened to look into her eyes. “We can bring you so much pleasure, Kelly. Pleasure like you’ve never felt. More pleasure than you ever thought was possible.” Reaching down, he drew her T-shirt up and she didn’t even think about stopping him. She needed this. She needed them. Her decision was made, for better or for worse. “Such pretty tits.”

He buried his face between her breasts and she grabbed his head, steering him to where it felt best. Scott pulled the T-shirt the rest of the way off and unclasped her bra, pushing the straps off her shoulders. Leo didn’t miss a beat as Scott continued to draw it off, latching onto her right nipple and suckling hard. Her head fell back again and Scott caught it, leaning in for another kiss.

His mouth tasted of the apple pie he’d just consumed, and she didn’t think she’d ever get enough of him. Between him and Leo, the testosterone was overwhelming. Fighting them was like not breathing. She just couldn’t do it.

Leo switched breasts, reaching up to tweak the now-wet nipple of the first between his thumb and forefinger. Kelly could feel the tension rolling through his body and knew what keeping such a tight lid on his control must be costing him. His thick, hard erection was fighting to break through the material of his dress pants. She closed her legs around his waist, and a tortured sound ripped from his chest.