June
Excuse me, what?
I’d been having the most wonderful first date with Cole. We were hitting it off in a way that was extremely rare, in my experience. I’d spent the whole drive home thinking about what might happen upstairs in my apartment.
When I saw Rhett standing outside the building, I thought the night was ruined. Especially when Cole saw him there. Sure, I’d already told Cole what had happened between me and the right wing, but it was a lot different being confronted at the end of a date.
But then he said something I never expected him to. Something insane.
“Cole and I have done that before with a woman. And we’ve always wanted to try it again.”
I stared at Rhett in shock. He had to be joking.
But when I glanced over at Cole, he looked pissed about what Rhett had said. And he wasn’t immediately denying it.
They’ve shared a woman before?
Immediately, my imagination bombarded me with images. A faceless woman wedged between their shirtless bodies in the locker room, Cole kissing her on the lips while Rhett slowly kissed a trail down the back of her neck, hands squeezing her ass as he moved lower…
I gave myself a shake. “You’re being serious right now?”
“Deadly serious,” Rhett replied. “But I don’t want to crash y’all’s date. If I’m imposing at all, just tell me to fuck off.”
I glanced at Cole again. His cheeks were red, but there was something new behind his eyes.
Consideration.
He was thinking about it!
The images returned to my mind, vivid and erotic…
“I can’t help but notice neither of you have said no,” Rhett said.
There was a lump in my throat. I cleared it, then asked Cole, “I’m down for anything, but I don’t want to ruin our date.”
Cole was very still. I wished I could read his mind, to know what was going on behind his stoic eyes.
“It wouldn’t ruin our date,” he said carefully. “Rhett’s right. We’ve always wanted to try that again.”
Oh my God.
Was this seriously being suggested right here, outside my apartment?
The door to the building opened, and one of my neighbors walked out. “Oh, hi Mrs. Willard!” I said.
“Hello, June.” The older woman frowned and looked at both men, then put her hand into her purse, where she kept her pepper spray. “Is everything all right here?”
“Everything’s great! Thanks for asking.” I flashed her a smile.
She looked at us a few more seconds, then walked toward her car.
“Let’s talk about this upstairs,” I said. “I’m not agreeing to anything. Yet.”
“Fair enough,” Cole said.
We went inside and pressed the button for the elevator. While waiting for it, I said, “You two have… uh…”
“Yep!” Rhett said. “And it was fucking hot.”
I looked to Cole for confirmation. He nodded in agreement.
The elevator arrived, and the doors closed. I was keenly aware of just how close the three of us were in the confined space. I could smell each of their colognes individually. They mixed together into something new and exotic.
“Did y’all kiss?” Rhett suddenly asked. “On the date. If it’s none of my business, feel free to say so.”
“No,” I said.
“No, it’s none of my business? Or no, you haven’t kissed yet?”
“No, we haven’t kissed yet,” I confirmed.
Rhett turned to Cole and grinned. “She’s a good kisser.”
And then he turned back to me, pressed me up against the wall of the elevator, and kissed me hard. As his lips churned with mine, I could feel just how much he wanted me. Like he’d been thinking about this all night.
I opened my eyes for a moment and saw Cole watching us. It was strange having him right there while I kissed another man.
But the look in his eyes wasn’t jealousy. It was hunger.
It turned me on more than I ever could have imagined, and I kissed Rhett harder.
Is this the beginning of a threesome? I wondered as the elevator door opened.
Wordlessly, I led them down the hall to my apartment. My mind was racing, and my heart pounded against my ribs like it was trying to escape.
“Sorry about the mess,” I said as we walked inside. “I was meal-prepping today and haven’t had a chance to clean up the dishes.”
Rhett took a look around. “You call this a mess? This is how my place looks after I’ve cleaned it.”
I started to tease him about that, but then Cole grabbed me by the arms and threw me up against the front door. He kissed me like he was trying to prove something, melding his body against mine in the most wonderful way. I let out a low moan in my throat, and he responded in kind, his moan deeper and more masculine as we made out.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard Rhett say. “Not wasting any time, eh captain?”
Cole tore his lips from mine, but didn’t step back. He stared deeply into my eyes, still looking every bit as hungry as the kiss had implied.
“Well?” I managed to ask. “Was Rhett right? Am I a good kisser?”
Cole’s lips twitched in a smile. “Rhett’s rarely right. But in this case, he is. You’re a wonderful kisser.”
Rhett shouldered into his teammate and took my hand. “Quit hogging her, captain. Let’s get this party started.”
I allowed him to lead me down the hall into my bedroom. My place was small, so it was easy for him to find even though he’d never been here before. As soon as we were inside, I took a quick look around. Thankfully I had made the bed, and it was otherwise clean except for a hamper of dirty laundry in the corner. But one of my Atlanta Reapers sweatshirts was on top of the pile, covering up any underwear that might have been underneath.
“I’m still shocked Cole came home with you on a first date,” Rhett said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame.
“It was our second date,” Cole replied, eyes locked onto me the whole time.
“Wait, when was the first?” Rhett demanded.
“Long story,” I said, smiling back at Cole. “Neither of you want a drink?”
“Like I said: I’m looking forward to that boozy cider,” Cole replied, striding toward me. “But I also said I want it after.”
“You did say that.”
Cole wrapped me in his arms again and kissed me, this time sliding his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it eagerly, and let him push me sideways onto the bed.
“Do I get an assist for this?” Rhett asked, stripping his shirt off and tossing it on the ground.
“Hopefully an assist and a goal,” I replied.
Rhett sat on the edge of the bed, one leg stretched out and the other still planted on the floor. “Don’t mind me. Just gonna watch a little first.”
“Watch and learn,” Cole said, pushing me onto my back and covering me with his body. “Good thing you have a veteran like me here to show you the ropes.”
Rhett scoffed. “I recall showing you how it’s done the last time we double-teamed a lady.”
Before I could ask any more, Cole claimed my mouth again, and I arched for more, melting into him with a languorous moan as I lazily raked my fingers through his dirty blonde hair. And even as his tongue plunged deeper into my mouth, I could feel him holding back, fighting to contain his most primal urge.
His fingertips ghosted along my ribs, the contact sparking a fire between my legs. I rolled my hips, and he moaned into my open mouth, shaking with how much he wanted me, and how hard it was for him to maintain control. I fucking loved feeling him this way. Barely able to contain himself.
But that wasn’t the main reason my underwear was soaked through.
“Why are you stopping?” Rhett asked from his spot at the head of the bed. His eyes were streaked with heat, and one corner of his mouth curled in a smirk as he stroked the visible bulge in his pants.
“Catching my breath.” I let my gaze linger on his crotch, watched him shift as he grew even more aroused. It was probably throbbing at this point.
Aching for me.
My pussy clenched. The anticipation was killing me, but I was determined to savor this night.
I was knocked out of my thoughts by a hot, pressing kiss. Cole was on my lips again, his hands all around me… In my hair, on my face, sliding down my shoulders and arms, pressing fingerprints into my ribs. But I noticed he was playing it safe. Whether he was just warming up or still unsure of Rhett’s presence, I didn’t care.
To urge him on, I slid my hands down to grab his ass. A surprised gasp washed out of him, and I heard Rhett make a small moan from his spot a few feet away. Good. I brought my hand around, this time squeezing Cole’s hard length through his boxers. My reward was a sudden but distinct buck of the hips, his hard-on straining in my hand. He seemed to be settling in now.
Which was just perfect.
He broke from my mouth to kiss down my jaw and the length of my throat, tilting my head to the side. “You taste so goddamn good.”
My eyes fell on Rhett, shirtless now, but still palming himself through his pants. Arousal coiled in my core, throbbing as it tightened around my clit. Impatient. Especially with the heat bleeding off him like this, radiating across the floor to lick my skin wherever his gaze fell.
“Keep going,” I said, the order meant for both of them.
Rhett’s gaze snapped back to mine, and he almost looked insulted that I dared give him instruction. Even so, an unmistakable shiver of pleasure coursed through him, and his hips jerked up.
I was pulled back to Cole when I realized his kisses had reached my breasts, where he teased his tongue around my left nipple. I grabbed his head and pulled it exactly where I wanted it. It was wrong to compare them, but there was no getting around it. Where Rhett’s arrogance fueled his commanding pace when we were together, Cole’s confidence seeped through in that quietly steady way it did when he was on the ice. Self-assured, but not cocky. Nothing to prove to anyone.
He guided me to lie down, a possessive hand on my hip. “Look at me.”
His brown eyes were on fire, blazing with a challenge that I dared not lose. He wanted my attention, and he was going to get it. His mouth followed soon after my back hit the soft covers, warm, wet lips grazing up my stomach until they reached my stiff nipple again. He sucked me in, and every logical thought in my head faded to black.
The sound of a zipper cut through the thick haze of pleasure occupying my focus. I glanced over in time to watch Rhett shove his pants down to his knees, his rock-hard cock springing free in all its glory. A little longer than Cole’s, but not as thick.
I couldn’t wait to have it in my hand. Or my mouth.
I reached out, beckoning him closer with a curl of my finger. “Come here.”
One eyebrow quirked up, and that shit-eating grin widened. Without breaking eye contact, Rhett teased his cock with firm, steady strokes. “You want this?”
I nodded, breathless, hands lost in Cole’s hair while he nipped and sucked at my breasts. “You know I do. I want you both.”
My voice took on a dark, tantalizing tone that made them both pause, relishing the easy play of power unfolding between us.
“I’m so hard,” Rhett said. “I know you want it, but I’m not sure you can take it.”
If there was an adequate response, it eluded me. All I could do was whimper like a horny, needy teenager.
“You’ll have to prove it to him,” Cole said with a half-smile.
“He already knows I can take it,” I said. “You’re the newcomer.”
“Then prove it to me.”
My breath caught in a ragged gasp, and I rolled my hips over and over, searching for some kind of friction to still the growing ache in my pussy. He obliged, positioning himself firmly between my legs, and grinding into me with the type of precision that had me throwing my head back in ecstasy. His dick slid over my pussy, applying just enough pressure to my clit to make it pulse. Up and back down again, over and over.
“Oh, fuck,” I hissed through a tight jaw.
With his mouth still on my nipple, his one hand trailed down my stomach, along my inner thigh, until he reached my knee. Nudging gently, he opened me wider at the same time he changed the angle of his hips. I’d lost the intoxicating feel of his cock, but he made sure I didn’t have time to protest. He dragged two fingers between my folds, gathering the slick of my arousal where it dripped from my entrance and then spreading it up and over my clit.
“Cole.” His name fell from my lips in a broken breath just as he pinched my clit between his fingers, working into a maddening motion that included the base of his palm.
While he was rubbing me steadily, he started bucking his hips to tease me with the tip of his cock. Slick with my juices, he dipped into me, then pulled out, then repeated the motion. My hands shot from his hair to fist in my sheets, thighs already shaking with how much I wanted him to—
“Put it in.” I writhed beneath him, hoping the movement would somehow lead to a pleasant accident that gave me exactly what I wanted. “Please.”
Cole tugged my nipple with his teeth, a light graze that prickled over my skin in harsh goosebumps. When he lifted his head to look at me, his face was an open, honest show of raw passion. And through it all, his fingers never stopped pleasuring me.
“Say it again.” His voice was barely more than a heavy breath on my lips.
I did, and he did what I asked without wasting another second. I turned my head and locked eyes with Rhett at the same moment Cole thrust into me, watching his hand speed up on his cock, jaw slack.
He liked watching me get fucked like this, that much was clear. And he wasn’t the only one.
Cole wasn’t self-conscious anymore. He shifted onto his knees, dick slipping out a little as he leaned back to give Rhett a better view of my pussy getting pounded. He drove back in, one hand hooked behind my knee to keep me as wide as possible. Someone groaned, maybe all three of us at once, I couldn’t be sure, but the sound sent a fresh surge of arousal dripping out of me.
“Just look at you.” Rhett was on his knees on the bed, coming closer. “Look how wet you are.”
Rhett took my knee that Cole was holding and placed a hand to his teammate’s chest. A silent and definite signal for him to back up. I gave a disappointed moan as Cole’s dick slipped out, but didn’t have long to commiserate. Using the leverage on my leg, Rhett made me flip over onto my stomach, helping me onto all fours as he slid into position behind me.
“Sit down, captain. It’s my turn to show you how it’s done.” He thrust into me hard, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of my hips.
The bed shifted under Cole’s weight as he moved to the headboard, crawling backward so he didn’t have to take his eyes off me. My lids fluttered as Rhett gave it to me from behind, burying his cock so deep our bodies met with a slapping sound every time he pushed in. Cole stroked his hard length, sucking in a breath the second he made contact. Sensitive. Ready to explode by the look of things.
I bit back a shaky whine, trying to find the words but failing. I wanted him to hold back, hold on. I wanted him to come inside of me. Or on me.
“See? This is how you do it.” Rhett slapped my ass cheek so hard it stung for several seconds after. A hiss of pleasure and pain escaped my lips, and he did it again.
My pussy clamped down around his dick, walls fluttering wildly as every thrust, every salacious fucking word out of his mouth dragged me closer and closer to the edge.
“I don’t know, man.” Cole’s voice was all choked-up with restraint. “I’ve seen better technique from rookies right out of training camp.”
Rhett’s movements stuttered for a fraction of a second. “Watch and learn.”
“You’re just as sloppy as you are in skates.”
Rhett gave a low chuckle and drove into me with a drawn-out groan that seemed to come straight from his cock, reverberating through me, setting my clit on fire. The ache was unbearable. I could barely breathe.
“You’re gagging for it, aren’t you?” Rhett said, bending low so he could reach around my waist. “Tell him. Tell Cole.”
He made contact with my clit at the same time he thrust into me again, and I cried out, legs quivering. My climax shattered through me, pussy clenching down around him as I dissolved into a series of quaking moans.
He laughed again. “Told you so.”
I looked at Cole, mouth hanging open, breath coming in quick, hot pants. He gave a slow smile when he caught me staring at his delicious cock, tongue coming out to lick my lips.
“Hate to break it to you, but she’s gagging for me,” he said, and pushed up from his spot.
He wasn’t wrong. My mouth watered at the sight of him moving up the bed, dick in hand, aimed straight at my face. And even though I was still coming, I wanted more. It wasn’t enough.
I can’t believe I’m doing this right now.
Cole tasted of aloe shower cream, with a hint of saltiness. I swirled the head with my tongue, relishing every drop of it. He was so hot and swollen in my mouth, it took every ounce of restraint I had left to keep from just sucking him in. I closed my lips around him, and the small moan he made shuddered through me, mixing with the electric surge spreading in my core. Rhett was determined, and showed no sign of letting up.
And my God, I loved every second of it.
I pulled back on Cole’s crown only to take him in again, going a little deeper this time. Another moan. I wanted more. I wanted him screaming with how badly he wanted to come inside me. So I pulled back completely, grazing lightly with my teeth as I went, and when I took him in again, it was as far as I could take. I looked up at him, but his eyes were squeezed shut, jaw clenched in concentration. He was too big for me to take all of him, but I didn’t stop until he hit the back of my throat.
Cole started rocking his hips, his hand at the back of my head while he fucked my face. “Told you it was me she was gagging for.”
“Oh yeah?”
Rhett pulled out abruptly and slapped my ass again, and then four strong hands were sending me into a mindless swivel. Cole groaned loudly as his cock popped out of my mouth, but his disappointment was short-lived as I backed my ass up to him.
I sucked Rhett’s dick into my mouth without hesitation, relaxing my jaw so he could get all the way in.
“I made her come first, and I’ll make her swallow,” he grunted.
I moaned at the delicious thought of that.
As wet as I was, Cole’s thick cock stretched my pussy to its limit when he thrust into me. When he was done groaning, he managed to say, “Yeah, well, I’ll make her come harder.”
Their banter was such a turn-on for me. Two teammates passing me around like a hockey puck. A little healthy competition never hurt anyone, and if it was the kind that gave me multiple orgasms, even better.
My first climax still echoed in the slight tremble of my body, but already, with Cole driving into me from behind, I felt the familiar swell of another one building deep in my core.
I slid my tongue along the base of Rhett’s shaft, then sucked him in again, picking up the pace. Deeper. Faster. Cole seemed to follow with my pace, and he slammed into me hard, his hot breath making the back of my neck tingle. We were a tangle of limbs and heady moaning, to the point where I didn’t know who was making what sound.
Cole’s pulsing movements had me skating the edge of a cliff that I’d been ready to fall over. One more thrust, then another, and I came completely undone, my climax ravaging through me with such force I cried out through the mouthful of Rhett. The domino effect had him shaking on his knees in front of me, hands desperately clutching my shoulders to steady himself.
“Come for me. Both of you,” I said, then took Rhett’s cock back into my mouth.
It was like flipping a switch. Their movements became more urgent, desperately searching for the best way to give me what I wanted.
It didn’t take them long to find it.
They each tensed up on either end of me, roaring together as Rhett came in my mouth, and Cole emptied himself deep inside my pussy. I needed both hands on the bed to hold the weight of their shockwaves spasming through them, through me. It went on for a while. I’d swallowed, and swallowed again, but the last of Rhett was still coming in bursts, his length twitching as he emptied himself. The same went for Cole, who clung to me, hips grinding in a stilted motion until he grew limp and slipped out.
We flopped onto the bed in a mess of sticky bodies and hot breath, exhausted and spent.
