Guest blogger: Bianca Sommerland

Christmas with the Cobras

First I’d like to say a big thank you to Kelly for welcoming myself and the Cobras for a nice, holiday visit. Since there haven’t been Christmas games in the NHL since 1971, and a big part of the Cobra’s books revolves around the game itself, we haven’t seen how the team handles the holidays. So for this visit, I thought it would be nice to take a look at one of the past Christmases with Oriana and her men.

You do recall how passionate she is about the game, right? <g>

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Oriana inhaled sharply, rubbing her hands against her jean clad thighs before pulling on her hockey gloves. Bringing the men to the Delgado Forum for Christmas had seemed like a good idea when she’d planned it all, but . . . what if they thought the idea was silly?

Damn it, things are so much easier when they’re in charge.

Shaking her head, she picked up her stick and headed to the rink, where the men waited, Sloan and Max wearing white practice jerseys, Dominik wearing a black one that matched hers. Max and Dominik were racing across the ice, suicide style, skates slicing in long, fast strides as they started from the goal line, sprinted to the blue line, then swiveled, returning to the beginning before darting to the second blue line. The energy—the sheer power they displayed—blanked her mind for several long moments. She almost forgot why she’d brought them here.

Sloan moved away from where he’d idly practice his stick handling, pulling her back against his chest and whispering in her ear. “If they wear themselves out, do I get you all to myself?”

Her pulse race. “What would you do to me?”

He chuckled in the way only he could, humor mixed with something darker. “I’m sure I can think of something. And I promise it won’t hurt. Much.”

She wet her lips, peering up at him over her shoulder. “What if I ask you to?”

The playful glint in his eyes told her he had no intention of playing nice. “I may have to show you how gentle I can be.”

Damn sadist. She rolled her eyes, gliding away from him and clearing her throat. “We have the place for two hours, so we should probably get started.” Her cheeks heated as Dominik and Max stopped racing and turned to her expectantly. “I thought maybe we could . . . umm . . . .”

“Go on, darlin’,” Max said, the warmth in his tone easing her past her uncertainty. She loved all the men, but had married Max because they shared something different. Something that made her feel like she could face anything. While Dominik and Sloan would always stand by her side, Max went a step further, letting her know he believed she was strong enough to stand alone. “You’ve had this planned for a bit, haven’t you? I knew somethin’ was up, but tried to be patient for the surprise. You ain’t gonna disappoint me now, are you, sugar?”

Inhaling deep, she shook her head. “No, but it’s not a big deal. Just a game.”

Dominik’s teeth flashed white against his dark skin as he gave her a broad smile. “A game? I like the sound of that.” He gave her a hooded look. “Are there perks to being on your team?”

“Yes and no.” She giggled as his brow lifted slightly. “You’re going to help me keep my clothes on. But if our team wins, we decide how much the losers get to play.”

“Sounds good.” Sloan smirked as he snatched a puck from the bucket by the boards. “So how we doing this.”

Oriana smirked. “Well, you put your stick on the ice and then you try to get the puck.” She pointed at the puck in his hand. “In the net.”

“Figured that much, smart ass.” Sloan gaze turned hungry as it raked over her. “What do I get when I do?”

“A piece of clothing. From either myself or Dominik.” She bit her bottom lip, knowing very well Dominik would be fully clothed by the end of the game. There really wasn’t any way around that. She continued before Sloan could point out the obvious. “Down to underwear. Then winner’s choice of . . . whatever.”

All three men nodded. They met at center ice, Dominik and Sloan facing off while Oriana and Max waited a few paces behind them for a pass. At Oriana’s ‘Go!’ Sloan snapped up the puck. Without a word, he dodged Dominik, slipping the puck to Max, knowing exactly where he was without looking.

But he crossed the blue line ahead of Max, putting himself offside.

“Penalty!” Oriana laughed as Sloan skidded to a stop. “You forfeit an item of clothing!”

Sloan blinked. “What?”

Max bent over laughing. “Her game, her rules, pal. I suppose it’s only fair that she makes ‘em up as she goes along.”

Grumbling under his breath, Sloan tossed Max his stick, then tore off his jersey. Oriana’s mouth went dry as she took in his thickly muscled arms, recalling the strength in them as he held her, as he used his hands, or whatever impact toy he had close, to give her the intense pain-pleasure she craved. Testing him like this would have consequences, whether it was here, or tonight.

Max’s Christmas gift to Sloan had been a leather riding crop. She had a feeling it would get broken in very soon.

The game continued, Sloan losing his tank top for playfully crosschecking Dominik. Then Max lost his jersey for holding Oriana while Sloan took a shot. Dominik dove to block the puck at the last second, feigning disappointment when it got by him.

Their eyes on her as she pulled off her jersey as more than enough to keep her from getting cold. She ducked her head as Max whistled under his breath. All she wore under her jersey was a red velvet, white fur lined bra. She knew after they saw it, the game wouldn’t last long.

But, still, she played hard, and both Sloan and Max were shirtless when Sloan dove to make the last goal. He shouted out a laugh as he surged to his feet, swiping moisture from his bare chest, giving himself a hard shake before skating up to her.

His lips on her throat made her shiver as he undid the top button of her jeans. He tugged them down, the skin on his cheek creasing slightly as he took in the matching panties. He glanced over at Max, then jerked his chin towards the closest goal.

Max lifted her up to sit her on the netting, holding her there while Sloan removed her skates and jeans. Goosebumps rose all over her flesh as she felt both men’s hands, firm on her body as they repositioned her, Max held her wrists in one hand, kissing her even as he bared her breasts. Sloan bit her inner thigh, rasping out a laugh as she squirmed.

“I like the height.” His lips traveled over the sensitive flesh between her hip and her thigh. “Very creative, love.”

Not her idea, but she was in no position to argue. She moaned as he used his teeth to pull her panties down.

“Would you care to join us, Dominik?” Sloan spoke with his lips close enough to her mound to tease her. Her arousal spilled hot enough to melt all the ice around them, pure liquid fire. A flick of his tongue and she almost came undone. He gave her a wicked smile. “I think I saw our little pet sneaking my toy bag out of the house. Please find it. We really need to cover those pretty nipples before they get cold.”

Dominik grinned. “I couldn’t agree more.”

While Dominik went for the bag, Sloan removed her panties, then spread her thighs. She pressed her eyes shut, expecting to feel his mouth on her. Instead, she jumped as he laid a stinging slap right on her pussy. Her back bowed and she gasped as the sweet pain burst into her core.

Sloan licked along her folds and she could hear the smile in his words. “Red is a lovely color on you, bunny.”

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