9. King
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King
" A re you going to tell me what all that was about?" Wynn slams her office door once the three of us are seated. "I've told her already. I can handle it myself. I don't want or need you three to act as my bodyguards."
"Is that right?" I stand and stalk my way over to where she's standing behind her desk with her arms crossed over her chest. We've already ditched our skates and the top half of our practice uniforms, including our helmets, for this showdown with our stubborn woman. "Do you know why I call you my Queen?" She nervously bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. "Because that's what you are to me, my Queen. You deserve to be cherished and loved by all three of us. For some fucked up reason, you keep pushing us aside—but not anymore. We're claiming you, and everyone is going to know it."
"We'll talk to the owners and the team, so everyone knows we're serious about this relationship," Monk adds, placing his hand on my shoulder. "It's okay King. She knows who she belongs to, don't you, mermaid?"
She nods, "I belong to you, King, and Maximus."
"Good girl. Now Maximus is going to fuck your bratty little mouth while King fills your pussy, and I take your ass. Got it?"
"Yes. "A shiver runs through her body. I know we've won this battle, but not the war yet.
"Now strip," I command, and she follows as Maximus, Monk, and I follow suit until we are all naked.
"I should take your bratty little ass without lube." Monk smacks her ass cheek, watching as it leaves a red handprint on her creamy white skin. "But lucky for you, I stashed a bottle of lube in here the other day." Like a magician, he pulls a plastic bottle of lube from the couch cushions. "I knew we would need it someday."
I ay down on the couch with Maximus standing to the side, helping Wynn lower her soaked pussy onto my hard cock while Monk preps Wynn's ass to take his large cock.
We're all in position, each of Wynn's holes being breached by our huge cocks when the office door flies open to a gloating Hightower shouting, "Ah-ha! I told you so." And the three surprised faces of the team's owners staring at us as Monk flattens himself on top of Wynn to hide her naked body.
"Coach Flannery. Meet us in our office after you've put some clothes on." The three of them pull a still gloating Hightower away and shut the door behind them.
"See, this never should have happened." Wynn pushes at Monk's chest until he gets off of her. She stands and hurriedly throws on her clothes.
"We're coming with you." Maximus grabs her hand. "We're all in this together." He lifts her hand to kiss it,, but she pulls it out of his grip.
"It's over. Us. My job. Everything I worked so hard for it's all gone because I couldn't control myself around the three of you."
"Don't say that. You don't know what the owners will say." Monk reaches for Wynn, then pulls back when she glares at him.
"You don't understand what it's like to be a woman working in a man's world. I've had to fight and claw my way to where I am now. But after this, everyone will think I slept my way to head coach."
"That's why we'll go with you. We can explain to the owners what really happened."
"And what really happened? I'll tell you what happened. I fell for three guys and slept with all three of them at the same time. That sounds even better. "Her sarcastic tone isn't lost on any of us, but neither is the part where she says she fell for us. "Look, I appreciate the thought." She softens her tone. "But this is something I have to do on my own."
Knowing she's right, we nod and let her walk out the door, but not before we throw on our clothes and follow at a safe distance so she can't see us.