Free Head Games by Cassandra Carr Page B

the rest is history,” Leo finished, grinning.
    Scott nodded. “Delicious history.” Tilting his head, he said, “When did you open up Kelly’s? We’ve been coming there for over a year, but you weren’t brand-new when we discovered you.”
    “I opened a year and a half ago. I worked in a bunch of local kitchens, but the itch to strike out on my own, to be my own boss, just got too tempting. Right around the time the owner at the restaurant I was working in asked me to use fat-free sour cream in my apple pie, I realized I needed to get out of there.”
    Leo grabbed his chest. “Fat-free sour cream? How dare they!”
    “It isn’t the same!” Kelly insisted. “He was trying to make his menu healthier, and though I certainly applaud him for that, there are some things you can’t change without making a fundamental difference in the taste.”
    Leo smirked, and Scott cuffed him on the arm. “Hey dude, don’t make fun of her. You won’t even get a new jock, despite the fact yours has been sewn up, what, a dozen times?”
    “I’m superstitious. That cup has been with me since I got into the NHL.”
    Kelly screwed up her nose at the image. “That’s just gross, Leo.” She shifted in her chair a little to relax until their steaks came. “So tell me the Scott-and-Leo story. How long have you two been living together?”
    “Well, I’ve been on the team for nine years,” Leo said, “and Scott has been for eight years. Usually when goaltenders are sharing ice time, they don’t get all buddy-buddy with each other, but Scott and I just clicked. I had an extra room in my apartment, so Scott moved in while he looked for a place of his own. By the time he had time to really look in the off-season, though, it seemed stupid for him to leave when our arrangement was working so well.”
    “And when did you…” Kelly found she couldn’t force the words past her suddenly dry lips. She picked up her wine and took a healthy sip.
    “Start sharing?” Leo supplied. Kelly nodded and he shrugged. “Probably a few months after he moved in, right?” He glanced at Scott, and Kelly saw he was wearing a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. “I was fucking this girl in the apartment, right over the arm of the couch, and Scott came home earlier than expected. Being the gentleman that he is”— Leo rolled his eyes, as Scott just chuckled—“he started for his room, but wouldn’t you know it, the girl asks him if he wants to join in. As you know, he’s not a stupid man, so he said yes and she sucked his cock while I fucked her pussy.”
    “Didn’t it bother you to both be having sex with the same woman?”
    Leo had the grace to look chagrined. “Well, it’s sort of common in hockey to share women. Though we’d never shared with each other, each of us had shared a woman with a teammate on more than one occasion. The first time I did it I was seventeen.”
    “Seventeen? Jeez, Leo!”
    He shrugged and Scott cut in. “I was twenty-four the first time I had the experience. It’s hard to explain, but it’s really a turn-on for me to see you with Leo.”
    “Me, too. Well, I mean—you with Scott. He’s my best friend. Why wouldn’t I want to share my lover with him?”
    “Why indeed,” Kelly answered with a dry tone. “And the rest is history…”
    Leo laughed. “And the rest is history.”
    Their steaks came, and each of them tucked into their meals with gusto. The guys continued to pepper her with questions about everything from religion to pop culture to current events. Before she knew it, the server was clearing the plates and asking if they’d like dessert. Kelly rubbed her stomach, groaning. “There’s no way more food is going to fit in here.”
    Leo chuckled. “Just the check then, I guess.”
    Scott guided her into the backseat after they rolled their stuffed carcasses to the car. Turning to her, he plunged one hand into her hair and took her hands in his other one. “We want to make love to you. Will you