Ice Cold Hearts: A Single Mom, Hockey, Reverse Harem Romance (Forbidden Fantasies)

12. Emily

Ishudder with anticipation as Alexei traces the tips of his fingers up the insides of my thighs.

He stops just short of where I need him, and I scowl.

“Do I have your attention, Kitten?” he asks.

“Yes,” I grumble.

“Don’t be like that.” Alexei smirks. “We need a safe word from you. An emergency brake, if you like.”

My eyebrows knit together as I try to muster enough brain cells to make a thought. It’s no easy feat with Ian’s skillful hand on my breast and Oliver staring at me like he wants to devour me. A sly smile steals across my face when I find the perfect word.

“Merlot,” I say saucily.

Alexei gently slaps my inner thigh. “Minx.”

“That’s probably the only time you’ll ever hear it.” I lift my chin defiantly. “I have no intention of using it.”

“Careful, Kitten. If you show your claws, I’ll have to show mine.”

My center pulses with need, and I try vainly to press my thighs together, but both Ian and Alexei keep me from moving even an inch. I growl with frustration, but Alexei just laughs.

“It’s not going to be that easy, Kitten.”

His fingers slide upward, teasing me mercilessly with featherlight touches. As soon as I try to grind my hips against his fingers, he moves his hand to the tie at the nape of my neck. My skin tingles where his hands brush my skin.

“Damn, woman, were you a sailor in a past life?” he curses.

“Shift her so I can see,” he tells Ian.

Ian quickly drops his hand around my hips, holding me in place like the lap bars on roller coasters. The hand around my throat shifts to between my shoulder blades, and he forces me forward.

I’ve never liked being manhandled, but these men seem to be the exception to every rule I have. They make me feel like a small, powerless thing, and yet I don’t want them to stop. I want them to take advantage of every inch of me.

Now that he can see, Alexei makes quick work of the halter top’s tie and then the bun at the top of my head.

As soon as my hair tumbles free, Ian grabs a fistful of it and yanks me back up to sitting. I cry out his name, and he tugs at my hair again.

“What a good pet you are,” he says, kissing my neck.

I’m already embarrassingly wet and they’ve hardly touched me. How am I going to react once they’re done toying with me?

“Did you sew this to yourself?” Alexei gestures at my still covered chest.

“Either that or she’s a witch,” Oliver teases.

I laugh. “Not sewn. Taped. I didn’t want to risk giving anyone at the club a free show.”

Oliver slides closer and starts planting kisses on my shoulders, my neck, and anywhere else he can reach.

“Good girl,” he mumbles against my skin. “That dress and everything under it belongs to us.” He bites my shoulder, making me gasp. “And we only share with each other.”

I’m so lost in the flurry of lips and hands caressing my body, I only notice Alexei has left when he walks back in with a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a cloth. I guess it makes sense that he’d know how to remove tape from skin as painlessly as possible. They all probably tape themselves up before games.

Knowing he knows that and wants to take care of me is somehow more erotic than the two men playing my body like skilled musicians. There have to be some wires crossed in my brain somewhere if that’s more attractive to me.

As if he read my thoughts, Alexei says, “When we said we’d take care of you, we meant it in every sense of the word.”

I shiver as he dabs the rubbing alcohol on my skin.

Why does being cared for this gently make me want to use my safe word more than being yanked around by my hair? What is wrong with me?

Oliver wastes no time kissing every newly exposed inch of skin as Alexei peels off the tape.

“You are exquisite,” Oliver breathes.

He traces his tongue over my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I moan and squirm against Ian, making him thrust up against my ass. My eyes lock onto Alexei as he rubs his cock through his jeans, enjoying the show we’re putting on for him.

“Correct me if I”m wrong,” Alexei says, “but I think I heard our pet say something about tearing her dress.”

Oliver grins like the devil. “I do think I remember her saying that.”

He leans over and grips each side of my dress in his fists then pauses, giving me time to use my safe word if I want to.

“Are you waiting for me to help you?” I taunt.

“Don’t keep our woman waiting,” Alexei orders.

Oliver tears my dress down the middle with a satisfying skrrr, and I’m suddenly bare before them. All my bravado flies out the window, and I close my eyes, not wanting to see their faces as they take me in for the first time.

Everything goes so quiet, I’m afraid that if I make a noise, a librarian is going to pop out from between the sofa cushions and shush me. Even so, I can feel their eyes trailing over me.

No one is saying anything. I shudder, this time from anxiety and the chill of the room. I know they’re counting every stretch mark, roll, and every occurrence of cellulite—there’s not a lot of that, but there’s enough on my thighs for it to be visible. Either that or they’re so horrified by the still puffy C-section scar that they can’t focus on anything else. I squeeze my eyes shut so hard it hurts as I wait for them to change their minds and kick me out.

“You look like you’re bracing for us to beat you,” Ian says softly. “Open your eyes, Kitten, and see how much we want you.”

I peek through a crack in my eyelids at Alexei. His dark features look even stormier as his eyes continue to rake across me. His hands clench and unclench as if he’s fighting against the urge to touch me. A tic in his jaw tells me that the mask of control on his face is hanging on by a thread.

Oliver has sunk to the floor and is kneeling before me like I’m a goddess he’s desperate to worship. His blue eyes are nearly navy with desire. His hand is half raised as if he went to touch me then stopped.

When I”m brave enough to turn my head and face Ian, he rests his forehead gently against mine.

“Simply stunning.” He smiles. “I don”t know what you were worried about us seeing, but there”s nothing about you that isn”t perfect to us. I know I speak for all of us when I say we”re not going to leave any inch of your skin unkissed.”

“We”re going to do a damn sight more than that,” Alexei growls. “We”re going to worship at the altar of our personal Aphrodite until you see how beautiful you are.”

I flush from my head to my toes. No one has ever looked at me like this, much less three perfectly sculpted hockey gods. For a second, I see it, see me, the way they do. It fades just as quickly.

“You”ll show me?” I ask wistfully.

“For as long as you’ll let us,” he answers.

Alexei clears his throat, demanding my attention. “I didn’t get the pleasure of seeing your face when you came around my cock on the way to the club. We’re going to fix that now, aren’t we, Kitten?”

“Yes, Alexei,” I say obediently.

“Oliver gets to be the first to taste that sweet little pussy of yours. He’s going to make you come until the only names you remember are ours, and I’m going to enjoy watching every time you come undone. Do you know why, Kitten?” Alexei asks.

Oliver has already started kissing his way up my thighs, so all I can do is shake my head.

“Because you belong to us,” he says, then settles into the chair across from me.

“Fuck,” Oliver swears. “She liked that.”

“Of course she did,” Ian replies. “She’s our good little pet.”

My breath comes in gasps. I squirm in Ian’s grip as Oliver teasingly strokes his tongue in circles around my clit.

Ian pinches and plays with my nipples while whispering in my ear.

“Good girl. You’re so beautiful with your perfectly shaped breasts and gorgeously full hips. I can’t wait to be buried between your thighs getting to taste for myself how sweet you are.”

The pressure inside me builds, and my legs start to shake.

Fuck, how am I so close already?

“That’s it, Kitten, let go,” he whispers between kisses.

“She’s close.” Alexei’s voice is low.

Oliver thrusts a finger into me at the same time Ian bites my shoulder, leaving a mark. I scream their names as I come all over Oliver’s face.

He doesn’t stop. If anything, it encourages him. He fucks me more intensely with his fingers and tongue, as if his only mission in life is to make me come again.

“Look at Alexei,” Ian mutters in my ear. “See how turned on he is just watching you come undone?”

I press harder into his chest to keep from crumbling into a heap. His hands drop to my hips, holding me in place with a grip so hard I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. Just the thought of seeing myself covered in their marks makes me buck my hips desperately against Oliver’s mouth. Knowing what I need, he slides another finger inside me. My head drops back against Ian’s shoulder as I cry out.

“You’re close again, aren’t you, Kitten? You like being our toy?” Alexei asks, stroking himself.

“Yes, Sir,” I gasp.

“Do you have any idea how desperate I am to bend you over this couch and fuck you?” Ian asks, bringing me closer to the edge. “I’m not going to do that yet, though. I’m going to wait until Oliver’s fucked you with his mouth so thoroughly you’re going to need someone to hold you up while I take you from behind.”

I feel my toes curl as the pressure builds inside my core.

“Harder,” I beg.

Oliver slips his fingers out of me, but my growl of frustration is cut off when his tongue thrusts into me.

“That’s it, Kitten,” Ian murmurs as Oliver’s fingers find my clit. “Come all over that lucky bastard’s tongue. I want you to taste yourself when he kisses you.”

His words send me over the edge so fast, I’m breathless.

“How does she taste?” Alexei demands.

“Like an angel,” Oliver answers.

“Fuck waiting,” Ian growls. “Move, Oliver.”

Oliver stands up, pulling me with him. I’ve forgotten how to move because I go weak at the knees. He gives Ian a smug smile before spinning me so my back is to his chest and his muscular arms are wrapped around me. It’s the only thing keeping me from crumpling to the floor in an incoherent, but satisfied, heap.

“Put her leg over your shoulder. Let me see our beautiful girl,” Alexei tells Ian.

Alexei has taken himself out of his jeans and is lazily stroking himself. I can’t take my eyes off his thick cock. I’m desperate to taste him.

He meets my eyes and smiles. “Patience, Kitten, we’ll get there.”

Ian drops to his knees and is fucking me with his tongue almost faster than I can blink. Where Oliver teased and drew things out, Ian is mercilessly efficient. My hands tangle in his auburn hair as he forces out one orgasm after another. Oliver’s mouth muffles my moans as our tongues dance together. Alexei alternates between orders and encouragement from his place in the chair.

“Fuck, Emily, you’re even more beautiful when you come.” Then to Ian, “Make her do it again.”

By the time Ian and Oliver have made me come enough to satisfy Alexei, I am an incoherent mess.

“I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe,” I gasp. “But none of you… I didn’t…”

Alexei snickers. “It’s cute that you think we’re done. We’re going to fuck you until you’re filled with our cum, Kitten.”

The low tone of his voice pushes me right up to the edge again. My core throbs with the desire to have them inside me. I pull Oliver’s mouth to mine, pouring all my desperation into our kiss.

“Take our pet upstairs,” he orders them.

I push away from Oliver to stand on my own, but Alexei holds up a hand and I freeze immediately.

If that man ordered me to jump off a cliff, I think I’d actually do it.

Instead of being frightened of the hold he has over me, I feel relief. I haven’t known him long, but I know with one hundred percent certainty that he would rather cut off his own fingers than do something to hurt me.

Alexei stares hard at Ian and Oliver. “If one of her toes so much as brushes the floor on the way there, you will be locked out of the bedroom and the only dick she gets tonight is mine. On second thought…” He smirks. “Let her walk there. I’m feeling selfish tonight.”

“The hell we will,” Oliver says, scooping me up in his strong arms and racing upstairs to what I assume is a bedroom.