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

13. Emily

It had been a while since I’d seen any man’s bedroom outside of a T.V. show, so I’m not sure what I was expecting to see when Oliver opened the door for us, but it wasn’t this.

The room is a deep pine green. Floor to ceiling windows with gauzy curtains flank a bed so large it had to have been custom made. The carpet is cream like the drapes, and though Oliver still hasn’t put me down, I can tell it’s softer than cashmere. I crane my neck to take it all in. The lights naturally mimic the sun at dusk, giving the room a hazy glow. Erotic art is strategically placed all across the walls. It’s tasteful, dynamic, and clear that the subjects of the paintings and photos are thoroughly enjoying themselves. Ropes, blindfolds, and a few other toys hang on hooks from the walls, and I’m certain the wardrobe on the other side of the room is filled with similar items. There are two other doors in the room, so I assume one is a bathroom and the other is a closet of some sort.

There’s only one word for it. “Wow.”

“Do you like it?” Ian asks.

“Yes.” I smile. “It’s one of the most beautiful rooms I’ve ever seen.”

Oliver drops me onto the plush mattress, and I hum with delight. It’s the perfect balance between soft and firm.

“We hired one of the best designers in the business for this room,” he says as they join me on the bed. “I’m glad you like it.”

I tilt my head to the side, confused. “What happens when only one of you has, uh, company? You don’t all sleep here, do you?”

“Hell no.” Oliver laughs. “This room is just for play.”

Jealousy prickles inside me. “I see. And do you play with a lot of people?”

“One date and you’re already getting possessive?” he teases. “We must be good in bed.”

I glare daggers at him.

“It used to be significantly more when I partied a lot, but we toned it down a lot after Alexei’s parents died. You’re the only one who’s been here in a while. For any of us, I mean.”

My heart breaks a little for Alexei.

“What happened?” I ask.

“Drunk driver,” Ian responds, “But anything more than that is his story to tell you.”

I nod respectfully.

“Are you worried about our status? Is that why you asked?” Oliver presses.

“It was mostly petty jealousy.” I shrug. “But yeah, I’d like to know. I already told Alexei, but you weren’t there. I have an IUD and I test regularly. All negative results. I want nothing at all between us, but I will completely respect it if you want to use a second type of protection too.”

“We test regularly for the team. I’m sure Alexei told you that,” Ian says, “And I’m negative for everything as well, but I can send you the records if?—”

“I trust you,” I say, cutting him off.

“Negative here too.” Oliver nods.

“And the other thing?” I ask. “I don’t mean to be pushy, I just like to know what I’m getting into.”

Oliver plants a sweet kiss on my lips, “There’s nothing I’d like more than getting to feel every part of you with nothing in the way.”

“Ian?” I ask shakily.

He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses it gently. “I’m so amazed we managed to find someone as wonderful as you. I want what you want, Emily, as long as you’re sure.”

“There aren’t too many things I’ve been surer of than this,” I answer, surprising myself with my honesty.

Ian pulls me into a gentle kiss, his earlier urgency gone. He takes his time exploring my mouth. My hands drift to his shirt, and I undo one button at a time, savoring the feel of the hard muscle under my fingertips.

A rustle behind me seems to indicate Oliver’s removed his shirt as well. He confirms my guess when he presses his broad chest against my back as he reaches around to trace his hands up and down my thighs. Everything is soft and slow. They take their time drawing patterns all over my skin, searching out all the places that make me shudder and sigh. It’s like they’re trying to tattoo themselves onto my body so I never forget them—as if that could ever be possible.

I sigh and lean heavily into Oliver as he cups my breasts. Electricity buzzes down my spine as Ian gently pushes my legs apart.

“Move her up for me?” he asks Oliver.

Even though I know it’s coming, I still yelp when he lifts me like I weigh less than a piece of paper. Ian slides two firm pillows under me before Oliver sets me back down.

“Much better, Kitten. Now I can see how temptingly wet you are,” Ian praises.

He slides two fingers inside me, coating them in my juices, then holds them up for Oliver and me to see.

“Already ready for us. Such a good girl,” he says before licking his fingers clean.

“Ian,” I moan.

He slips his fingers into me again, then traces his fingers up to my clit, drawing maddening little circles around it. He’s still unfairly skilled and makes me tremble with every brush of his fingers, but this time he’s slow. It’s almost like Ian is trying to memorize me by touch. Every sigh, moan, and little cry I make brings a satisfied smile to his lips. By the time he brings his mouth to my center, it only takes a few strokes of his tongue to bring me to climax.

“I’m glad to see you’re having fun without me,” Alexei says dryly.

My eyes snap to his, worried I’ll see anger or jealousy in them, but they’re only crinkled at the edges with amusement. In his hands is what I think is an insulated bowl.

“Do you trust me?” he asks when he catches me looking at it.

“Yes.”

“Enough to not ask questions?” He lifts his eyebrows in surprise.

I shrug. “Apparently, yes.”

He smiles and sets the bowl on the bedside table then pulls me to him. I’m expecting a kiss, but he effortlessly twists my hair back up into a bun.

My mouth drops open. “Where did you learn that?”

“YouTube.” He chuckles low in his throat. “After all the mind-blowing orgasms you’ve had tonight, that’s what impresses you?”

“Any idiot with eyes should be able to find the clitoris. I’ve met grown ass men with daughters who still have no clue how to help them put up their hair,” I answer defensively.

He holds his hands up in surrender. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“Good,” I say smugly. “I am an expert, after all.”

“You and that smart mouth.” Alexei shakes his head. “We’re going to have to fix that.” He shoves me back down on the bed. “Hands and knees. Now.”

The pleased hum he makes when I immediately comply makes my legs shake.

“Since you were such a good girl, I’ll let you pick. Ian or Oliver?” he asks.

I turn to look back at him. “For what?”

He slaps my ass, and I moan.

“Ian or Oliver?” His voice is stern.

I’m tempted to refuse to answer to see what he’ll do, but my curiosity gets the better of me. I close my eyes, and the first thing that comes to mind is how Ian’s lips felt when they were wrapped around my clit.

“Ian,” I breathe.

“You heard the lady,” Alexei says.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ian slip out of his slacks before he moves in front of me.

There’s no other word for him but beautiful. Every line of his body looks like it had been copied from a Grecian statue… with one significant difference. I had felt his hard length through his clothing, but feeling and seeing are two very different things.

“Well, are you going to put those lips of yours to use or is Ian going to have to fuck your mouth without your help?” Alexei demands.

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Her pussy’s dripping just from the thought of you in her mouth,” Alexei tells him.

The moan Ian makes has me desperate to do anything I can to hear it again. I feel him shudder as I wrap my lips around him. When I find a rhythm he likes, his hands slide into my hair.

Something warm drops onto my back, and I”m overwhelmed by the scent of vanilla. I moan around Ian”s cock, making him swear under his breath.

“Good?” Alexei asks.

“Mmm-hmm,” I respond.

“If the wax or anything else gets to be too much, use your safe word. Do you remember it?” he prompts.

Reluctantly, I slide my lips off Ian’s cock and turn my head to face him.

“Yes.” I can”t help but roll my eyes.

He slaps my ass hard enough to make me cry out.

“Roll your eyes at me again and I”ll have you over my knee. What”s the safe word, Kitten? Or we stop right now.”

“Merlot,” I sigh. “Alexei, I”m a big girl. I know how to say no, and I will if I want to. You told me I belong to you, so stop being such a fucking gentleman and use me.”

“And if that means letting me take this ass while Oliver fucks that pretty pussy and Ian does the same to your mouth, what would you say to that?” he challenges.

The thought of them filling me with their cocks sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I nearly come from just the thought of it.

I swallow hard. “I would say get over here and fuck me already.”

Alexei mutters something in Russian. I have no clue what he said, but the tone makes my toes curl.

Ian turns my face to his with a finger.

His hazel eyes are stormy with concern. “Are you sure? I mean, have you done anything like this before? We can get rough.”

I smile reassuringly. “I may not have done everything all at once yet, but let”s just leave it at this. I had a lot of fun in college. And I”m not made of glass. You don”t have to handle me with kid gloves.”

“In that case…” Ian grabs my hair and yanks me forward. “Start using your mouth for the only thing it”s good for, Kitten.”

My moan is muffled by him thrusting his cock into my mouth. Ian takes control of the pace, moving me exactly how he wants me.

I”m so lost in the pleasure of pleasing Ian, I don”t register that Oliver”s positioned himself under me until he”s notched his cock at my entrance. My body writhes as he stretches me with his length, and every sporadic drop of wax on my back sends me closer and closer to the edge.

Right when I think it couldn’t get any better, Alexei traces his tongue along my back hole. My pussy clamps down on Oliver”s dick as wave after wave of pleasure racks my body. Ian slows his thrusts as my body contorts with pleasure.

Oliver grips my hips, holding me steady as Alexei eases his thick cock into my ass. Ian pulls out of my mouth, giving me a moment to catch my breath.

I scream out their names like a prayer once Alexei is fully inside me. Ian leans down and kisses me thoroughly.

“I fucking love when you taste like me,” he whispers.

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what?” Oliver asks, cupping my breasts.

“Stop teasing and fuck me. I need to feel you coming inside me. Use me like I”m your toy,” I plead.

It”s like I”ve said some kind of magic word because they fuck me with an intensity I”ve only seen when they”re on the ice.

I may or may not have started watching their games like a crazed groupie…

I could get high off this feeling. With these men, my men, inside me, I feel whole in a way I never knew was possible. It”s so incredibly right.

They fuck me so fast and hard, I don”t even have the breath to moan. Every thrust brings me closer and closer to the edge.

Oliver must feel me getting close because he whispers, “That”s it. Good girl. Come for us one more time, Kitten, and we”ll follow you.”

His words send me right over the edge, and they come tumbling after, spilling their seed inside me.

We collapse into an exhausted heap, and I realize how easy it would be to let myself fall in love with them.

Alexei mutters something in French this time, but I only recognize the “Emily” at the end whispered reverently like a prayer.

The last thing I think before drifting off in his arms is, My heart is in so much danger.