Page 87 of Slapshot Obsession
I’m about to say that I don’t need a shower, but as Tucker guides me out of his bathroom, I catch a glimpse of my own reflection in the mirror. I’m not just drenched in water like a drowned rat. I’m covered in dirt from the wet asphalt and there are a few scrapes on my legs.
I exhale a shuddering breath as I let the guys lead me to Colsen’s room.
“Here, pretty girl.” He sets a folded t-shirt on his bed. “That will still be big on you, but it’s a small. They fucked up my size in freshman year and told me to keep it while they got me the right stuff. As if I could have shown up to practice or to the gym in that.”
Nash takes my hand and guides me to the en-suite bathroom, where Tucker has turned on the shower. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He begins unfastening the buttons of my shirt with deft fingers, dropping the wet garment on the bathroom floor. My skirt is next, and then my underwear.
For a second, I get the urge to wrap my own arms around myself to cover up. But these three men have seen everything there is to see, at least when it comes to my body. Soon, they’ll know everything about me, and there isn’t going to be anywhere to hide.
“Come here, baby.” Tucker beckons me into the shower.
He undressed while Nash helped me, but he left his underwear on.
“Here, man. Take this, it’s brand new.” Colsen hands him a washcloth that Tucker uses to wash me.
He uses Colsen’s body wash and drags the cloth down my neck and over my shoulders and chest with the gentlest touch I’ve ever experienced.
It’s the strangest feeling. Usually his touch sets my skin on fire, but there’s nothingsexual about this.
As Tucker washes my stomach and thighs and drops down to his knees to take care of the space between my legs, I don’t feel turned on.
I feel safe.
“Turn around.” He asks and washes my back in the same gentle way he did my front. “Let’s take care of your hair now.”
“Hey man,” Nash is standing by the shower door. “Mind if I help?”
Tucker opens his mouth as if to say something, but then he seems to change his mind. “Sure. Let me step out. This shower stall isn’t big enough for the three of us.”
Like Tucker, Nash is naked except for his boxer briefs.
“Come here, Trouble.” He sits on the small bench opposite the jets, and I lower myself onto his lap.
He lathers my hair and works the shampoo through the long strands. When my hair is all soaped up, he massages my scalp.
“Oh my God.” The moan that comes out of my mouth would be embarrassing if I hadn’t moaned and screamed his name before while he was inside me. This is completely different. It’s soothing and relaxing, and I could stay like this forever.
“Can someone pass me the shower head, please?” Nash asks.
Tucker is right there, helping his teammate.
As Nash rinses my hair, my head rests on his shoulder, and between the warmth of the water, his gentle touch, and the solid feeling of his body against mine, I could fall asleep.
But we can’t stay in the shower forever, and eventually someone turns the water off and Nash helps me out of the cubicle.
“I’ve got you, pretty girl.” Colsen is waiting right outside with a towel he wraps around my body.
Like Tucker and Nash washed me, Colsen helps me dry off. He’s just as tender, using another towel to dry my hair and then my arms and legs.
Before I know it, I’m helped into a dark gray t-shirt that says “Cove Knights” on the front in bold silver letters.
Like Colsen predicted, the t-shirt is huge on me. It feels more like a dress, almost reaching my knees. I guess a small designed for hockey players is still big for someone like me.
“I made you a peppermint tea.” Tucker hands me a steaming mug. “Be careful, baby, it’s still hot.”
I’m sitting on Colsen’s bed with Tucker and Nash on either side of me. Colsen lowers himself down by my feet and pulls them into his lap.
