“Why wouldn’t we?” Cole asked.
“I don’t know. I thought you might just want to get it out of your system and move on. Pro athletes always have women throwing themselves at them.”
“We’ve learned to avoid hockey groupies,” Cole said. “We call them puck bunnies.”
“Our first threesome was with a puck bunny,” Rhett added. “And it’s the reason it was a one-time thing.”
“Yeah? What happened?”
Rhett kissed me on the back of the shoulder and sighed. His warm breath stirred my hair. “She was just using us.”
“And not for sex,” Cole chimed in.
“I wouldn’t have minded if she used us for sex!” Rhett said. “I’ll happily be a fuck-boy every day of the week, and twice on Sundays.”
“She hooked up with us,” Cole explained. “It happened at my place. While cleaning up after, she stole all my toiletries from the bathroom.”
I sat up in bed, grabbing a handful of sheets to cover my bare chest. “She stole yourtoiletries?”
“Toothbrush, cologne, deodorant. She even stole my contact lenses.”
Rhett reached up and tugged at the sheet that I was using to cover my chest. I playfully smacked his hand away, which made him grin.
“She sold it all on the internet,” Rhett said. “Apparently there’s an entire underground market for personal items belonging to athletes.”
“Aboveground market,” Cole said with a grimace. “It was all on eBay! She didn’t even try to hide it. My lawyers had to submit a take-down request.”
“That was really dumb of her,” I said. “If she’d waited until you were asleep, she could have stolen a bunch of your underwear, too.”
Rhett roared with laughter. Cole glared at me. “Good thing we came back here instead of my place.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll never steal anything from your place.” I cuddled up against him again.
“Good.”
“Since I’m a trainer, I have access to your locker. I can steal game-worn clothes and underwear whenever I want.”
Rhett laughed even harder. “Shit, should we be selling our own stuff? This feels like a missed opportunity.”
“I don’t even want to think about that,” Cole replied, his Canadian accent poking its head up when he saidabout. “I have enough on my shoulders during the season to worry about selling my dirty underwear.”
“Obviously, we would hire someone to do it for us,” Rhett said. “Want a part-time job, June?”
“Pass.”
“That’s why we haven’t done it again,” Cole said, steering the conversation back on track. “It’s been tough to trust anyone.”
Rhett caressed my back with his fingertips. “But we already trust you with our physical health. Personal items are meaningless compared to that.”
I rolled over and kissed Rhett. “That’s nice to hear. I trust you guys, too.”
“Although you have ridiculous opinions on Davids,” Cole added. “Michaelangelo’s statue isnotoverrated.”
“It’s just stone!” I insisted. “David Rose is an actual character, with a personality and a story arc.”
“He’s fictional. The statue isreal. You can visit it in Florence!”
“I stand by my opinion.”
