Shameless Game (Shameless Sport #1)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

“Y’all are so fucking hot together.”

COLTON

“You’re a goddamn idiot if you don’t go in there,” I snarl at Bronson because Blair wasn’t kidding.

She’s so shameless, so smart and beautiful. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and that’s the greatest compliment because I’ve had hundreds throw themselves at me like they’re the ultimate catch.

But they aren’t.

Blair is.

Because she’s doing it.

She’s lying on her back, on her neatly made bed, on the center of her white bedspread. Her legs fall open, her feet in the air as she starts taking turns with two dildos. And what’s so damn hot is even with the bright sun outside, we can see her through her closed glass doors.

It’s obvious she’s fucking herself, and it’s fucking with us.

Beau drags his hand down his wet face. “Goddamn, that woman,” he sighs, standing in the pool, staring at her through the glass.

This villa isn’t that big. The pool is steps outside her and Beau’s bedrooms and shit, we can hear her lusty begs, too.

“Yes! Yes!” Blair’s making sure we can. “Fuck me. Don’t stop fucking me! Please!”

“Dude, why aren’t you in there?” I’m hard as hell but confused.

For a woman like Blair, I’d do anything. She’s brave. Bold. Beautiful. She’s bi, too, and most of all, she knows about us. She protects us. She celebrates us.

So, why doesn’t Beau go in there and give her what she wants?

They’re clearly in love. He’s loved Blair since college. He may have hidden it from everyone else but not me. I could hear it in how he talked about her and their pranks during our senior year.

It’s like, other than football, Blair was the only one who made Beau sound happy.

Reese, his girlfriend? Beau sounded responsible for her, like a big brother, not a boyfriend. It wasn’t fair how Reese burdened him with her problems, problems she wasn’t willing to fix. After meeting her one night, I understood how bad they were.

But with Blair? Beau’s always been happy. She brings out the best in him. She clearly loves him, too.

“Because,” he mutters. “I’m not breaking Blair’s heart.”

“Then don’t.”

“I will.”

“How?”

“Because she’s right. I can’t give her the devotion she deserves.”

“But she’s your girlfriend.”

He drags his hand through his dark strands. “No, she’s not. I made that shit up. I wasn’t going to be here stag with you and Amber, so Blair agreed to come with me. Like a fake girlfriend.”

“Beau. Ummm, Beau. Yes. Deeper. Harder. Harder.”

We can hear her moans—him, me and my hungry dick.

“Well then, dumbass,” I say, “make her your real girlfriend. Clearly, it’s what she wants. Don’t you?”

“I can’t, man. She’d be a distraction before our season even starts. We got too much shit on the line this year. We gotta win.”

I shake my head, remembering how in high school, I scrolled through porn on my phone while Beau scrolled through plays. He’s obsessed with football. That’s what makes him one of the best and the worst.

“So,” I pop up, my bare feet straddling my lounger, “she’d be a distraction for you, and then we’d lose games?”

“Yeah.”

“Then how do you explain our last game? The Super Bowl?”

He aims his piercing blues at me. “That was another distraction. That was you and me.”

“Okay, fine. Then how do you explain Green Bay last year? Or Jacksonville? We lost those games, and it wasn’t because of us or her.”

I raise an eyebrow. I’m right, so he doesn’t say anything.

His stare just slides from me to Blair on her bed, moaning, “Yes, Beau, yes.” Her seductive cries are clear. Like her writhing body, they’re barely muted by the glass. “Make me watch you. Make me watch you fuck my pussy. Make me watch you come inside me.”

He throws his chin up to the sun. “Fuucckk meee!”

“Yeah!” I answer. “That’s what y’all should be doing. Fucking. Right. Now.”

“You don’t understand, man. Blair’s the one.”

“Mm-hmm. I can tell. She told me last night she knows about us.” He looks at me, his eyes wide. “Yeah, and she’s fucking amazing. She supports us. She’d never out us. And who else can we trust nowadays like that? Like her? And she’s loved to hate you since college. She doesn’t want your money or your fame. She just wants you.”

“Yeah,” he rushes, “and I want her, too. I’d give everything for her, and that’s what it would cost her—everything. You know what’ll happen. Press will stalk her when we win. Fans will hate her if we lose. My bullshit life will be a distraction for her, too, when her dreams are finally coming true, and I won’t ruin it for her.”

I bark, “You’re ruining it NOW! You’re a fucking idiot. You’re not even trying with her when you know she’s the one. And I know you. That means she’s your forever. So, this ain’t about distractions. You’re scared.”

“Scared? Am I wrong about our lives?”

“No, but y’all would be so right, and you know it. You’ve loved her since college, right? All these years?”

“Yeah, so what? That’s the price of winning. I don’t get to have who I love, Colt, remember?”

He stares at me, defeated, and I drop my head.

Blair’s got our cocks hard, but our hearts are breaking, too.

I get it now, thanks to her, why I clung to Amber though we were toxic. Some people would rather be lonely, faking it in a bad relationship than learn to be real, to be alone and happy by themselves.

But Beau’s lonely and alone. Honestly, so am I. And to be real? We’re not happy faking it like this. We’ll never win like this.

Something needs to change.

“You know what really pisses me off?”

He scoffs, “Lately, everything I do.”

“No, Dickweed,” I answer, lowering my voice. “I wish I had a woman like her. One who understands me, who really loves me. One who supports me. Who supports this.” I point between us. “But you’re the lucky dick who does, and she’s right there.” Then I point to her. “She wants you. She loves you. Any man would fucking kill for her. So, like she said, go love her. Go devote yourself to her, you lucky, beautiful asshole.”

He stares at me, and I stare back, shocked by my sudden realization. The one awakening my numb heart, telling him, “You say we can’t be together, but you two can. At least you can be happy. You can have love.” I urge, “Do it for us.”

“Colt.” His face falls. “What about you? What about us?”

“I want us, too. I always will.”

“But what about her?”

“I’m not a fucking idiot like you. I’m not jealous or scared. Blair Monroe is goddamn amazing. I swear, if you don’t claim her, I will.”

His nostrils flare, his glare narrowing and deadly. “She’s fucking mine, Hawke.”

And I laugh because, yes, he’d kill for her. Good. “Then fucking act like it, Bronson!”

“Oh God!” Blair cries out. “Oh God, Beau, yes! Yes! Yes! Make me your slut.”

I groan, rolling my eyes, my cock surging hard again. “I swear, Bronson, if you don’t go in there and fuck that sweet pussy crying your name…”

I open my eyes and turn my focus on Blair’s glass doors. And holy-made-in-our-cock-heaven, she’s on the edge of her bed, facing us now. There’s no silhouette. We can see everything.

The sunlight illuminates her milky thighs spread open. Her luscious, naked, writhing body leans back with one hand propping her up, her other hand gripping a glistening beige dildo, pumping it hard into her pretty pink pussy.

She’s giving us a shameless show, and I growl, “We’ve died and gone to porno heaven.”

“Fuck yes, we have,” Beau agrees.

“Yes.” Blair can hear us. “Look at me, boys. Watch.” Her dark pink nipples are so damn hard, her long black mane so damn sexy. “Watch me be such a dirty little girl for you. I’m so hungry for your cock.”

“Bronson,” I snarl, “if you don’t go in there and give that hot-ass woman the fuck she needs, I swear, I’ll?—”

“Fuck, yes, baby.” But Beau growls, and I know that husky tone. I’ve heard it used with me, so I turn my stare on him and moan.

He’s stroking his cock for her. “Yes, Kitten. That’s it.” He’s taunting her, “Show us. Come on, show us what your naughty little pussy needs. Show us how fucking dirty you are for me.”

Blair can hear him through the glass. She can see him, too. She cries out because Beau’s summoned to her. He wades into shallower water. It laps at his thighs, and oh fuck, we can admire his raging cock choked in his pumping fist, too.

“Damn,” I mutter and don’t care. This is too fucking hot, too taboo, and erotic. I rip my swim trunks open and lie back, watching him, watching her. “Y’all are so fucking hot together.” I make sure they hear me. “Come on. Do it. Give me a dirty show.”

“Yes!” Blair cries out again. She can see Beau jerking off, water sparkling around his tan, shredded thighs, his white bathing suit around his hips while his exposed cock screams hard and hungry for her.

And she can see me with my black trunks open, how I’m proudly jerking off for them, too. My hooded gaze slides from her beautiful pussy fucking a big dildo to Beau, twisting and pumping his hand over his big shaft.

It’s like they’re connected. They’re drawn to each other. They can’t escape their passion.

“Fuck,” I bellow, feeling their lust, too, and Beau looks at me.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts, realizing what we’re doing together. “Yes,” he growls, getting louder, making sure Blair can hear. “Fuck yes. The three of us. Come on. Watch. Watch how we come for each other.”

“Oh god! Oh god!” I look, and Blair’s crying out, her thighs shaking, her hand pumping that dildo faster.

“Yes.” Beau locks his gaze to hers, his voice, too. “Yes, Kitten. Do it for us while we watch you. That’s it. Make that pretty pussy come. Show Colt what a sweet little slut you are for me.”

Blair bucks, crying out, her lungs huffing with her leg-shaking orgasm. And I’ve never seen a woman so natural, so beautiful, and proud of her sex. And then I stare at the hungry man so in love with her and me, too; I throw my chin up. “Oh fuck, yes.” I come so hard, blinded by the sun and all we could have together.

“Fuuckkk!” Beau comes too. I know his sound. I live for it and it only makes me spurt more. And more. And more.

Then I just lie here, finding my breath, letting the euphoria wash over me. The hot sun, too. Cum coats my abs, and it feels right.

More than right.

It’s perfect.

We’re shameless together.

And when I hear a sliding glass door open. When I look at Blair standing sexy and nude. When I see her beautiful face glowing. When she says, “Despite what you say, Bronson, your cock really loves my distractions, and so does your hot best friend. Perhaps you’ll learn to love it, too, one day. But until then,” she tosses her raven hair over her shoulder, “don’t forget to clean our bathroom.”

When Blair does that?

I love our new game.