Shameless Game (Shameless Sport #1)

Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

Do they make Epi-Pens for pussies?

BLAIR

My eyelids crack open to sunlight sparkling over the pool, the peaceful turquoise ocean beyond, and raised voices echoing from the living room.

“How the fuck was it my fault?”

That’s Colton. That’s the sound of a man spitting glass.

“How the fuck was it mine? The pass was complete.”

That’s Beau—I roll my eyes—and that’s the sound of another fight I’ll have to subdue with dildos.

Rough life, I know.

My feet land on the cool tile floor. I’m not sure who brought me to my bed, but I know the culprit when I glimpse my new sleep shirt in the bathroom mirror.

And I laugh.

It’s the rainbow Skittles candy logo, but instead, it says “Squirter” and “Taste my rainflow.”

How the hell did Beau get this shirt in time? We had less than forty-eight hours from when he asked me to be here to when we left.

Unless…

He knew all along I’d say yes. Or, he hoped we’d reunite in some prankish way in the future.

I’m so flattered; I roll with it.

While they shout in the living room, I shower, then brush my teeth, swiping on my red lips but leaving my hair to air-dry. Then I wet my new white T-shirt before tugging it back on, tying it real tight, right below my braless tits that are thrilled at the fact Beau must’ve admired them last night before putting me in this shirt.

In the dresser, I sort through the array of panties and goodies I brought from Delta’s. Smiling, it’s like this vacay was meant to be. I select the white cotton thong that pairs perfectly with my new T-shirt.

Why? Because it says DADDY’S PUSSY in red on the front triangle.

While they’re still shouting, “It was a pass rush!” and “You tipped the ball!” They might as well be speaking German because I don’t know what they’re saying, but they need to settle down.

I get they’re upset.

But I’m the only one who knows it’s about more than the Super Bowl. Either way, yelling is for dumbasses who have all volume and no IQ.

They need to talk it out.

So, I slide open my glass doors and walk around the pool to the wide-open living area. From where they’re sitting, shouting at the flatscreen and each other, they spot me, standing feet away on the sunny deck.

I cock my head and hip, twirling a strand of damp hair. Running a hand down my bare belly, I make sure they read my naughty thong like classic English Pervertature.

“Fuck,” Colton mumbles.

“Dayum,” Beau mutters.

“Gentlemen,” Dr. Gary interjects from the speakers, “am I missing something?”

I start teasing my tits for them again, training them like horny golden retrievers, learning to sit and obey.

“Uh, no. I mean, yeah,” Beau stammers while I snap the string of my thong. “It’s a really pretty sunrise outside.”

“Yeah,” Colton sighs, “it’s really rising.”

I bite my lip, holding back my laugh.

I don’t want to get them in trouble, but I want them to stop fighting. If I happen to be teaching Beau that distractions like DADDY’S PUSSY aren’t so bad after all, well, that’s just whipped cream on the cup of coffee I’m dying to get, too.

So, I sashay past them, out of range of the video camera aimed at the sofa.

The large room is wide enough for me in my naughty thong to skirt the edge behind them. I know they’re dying to turn around and eye-fuck me standing in the open kitchen, but they wouldn’t dare. Not under the microscope of Dr. Gary.

“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying your surroundings,” he says. “Today, I hope you enjoy them while you journal from the other’s perspective.”

“Huh?” Beau’s been struck Daddy’s Pussy-dumb.

“You’re going to assume Colt is right,” Dr. Gary replies. “That you put too much gas on the ball and imagine the game’s final play from his perspective. And Colt?”

“Yeah?” His voice cracks like my cute bare ass.

“You’ll assume Beau’s right. That you tipped the ball out of your grasp.”

“Okay.” Colton sounds way too compliant. “Will do, Doc.”

“Yeah,” Beau agrees. “Whatever you say.”

They wrap up their session so quickly that I suspect Dr. Gary doubts their sudden Solist worship of the sun.

Because once Beau clicks the screen off, he turns my way. “Damn, baby. We almost got busted.”

“What?” I pop my shoulders, sipping my coffee with a grin. “Was I a dickstraction for Daddy?”

He smirks. “Keep wearing those naughty little pussy panties, and Daddy’s big dick is on.”

“Oh,” I sip again, “so Daddy can handle a dickstraction, after all?”

“Oh, I’ll give you a lot to handle.” Beau stands up, shucking his swim trunks down so fast, showing us what’s already on at ten a.m.

His mouth-watering erection.

“Oh, hell no!” Colton bellows. “How can I journal when I’ll be jerking off again to y’all today?”

“Do both,” Beau suggests. “Because nothing’s happening. Right, Blair? Daddy’s pussy isn’t tempted by me.”

“Oh, I’m very tempted.” I smirk. “But like you said, I’m a distraction. Right? That’s why I’m playing solo this vacay.”

“Playing solo’s not as satisfying, Kitten.” But Beau knows how to win, gliding his hand down his Grand Canyon of abs like a male stripper while his other hand teases, twisting over his swollen tip. Sexy dickhead. “You know you’d rather play our team sport.”

“Our team?” I challenge him, amused. “But you told Amber I’m yours.”

“You are,” Beau asserts. “And like I told you, the only dick I won’t kill if they touch you is Colt’s. That’s if Colt wants to be your Daddy, too.” It’s not fair. Beau just has to raise his massive dick and sexy eyebrow at Colt, and he knows the play. “Whatdayasay?”

Colton smiles, slowly dragging his muscular frame up before he turns my way, ripping the velcro of his navy trunks open, letting them fall to the floor, and…

Holy Big Dicks on Daddy Gods.

Beau is so thick, and Colton is so long.

My pussy collapses to the kitchen floor. She lies, spread eagle for them to take, waving my naughty white thong in surrender while my ego stands her horny ground.

I narrow my eyes. “You forget who you’re playing against. I brought a dozen big dicks and vibrators. I’m not even tempted.”

“Raven.” Colton’s voice rumbles low, grabbing my full attention as he slowly glides his hands down his carved abs until they frame his long, hungry cock, mimicking Beau’s stripper tease. “Are you saying you don’t want to be a dirty girl for this hard Daddy, too?”

Quick!

Do they make Epi-Pens for pussies? You know, like a rescue shot that cures you from sudden happy sluttiness?

And do they make pills that instantly freeze your romantic heart? Ones that make it impossible to be in love and fall in love, too? Because we know how Beau owns my heart and now, I can’t reject Colton. I don’t want to.

“Yes, Daddy,” I lie to him. “I can resist you, too.”

“Is that the new bet?” Beau asks, making everything on their massive frame’s cock—brows, smirks, and erections—waiting for my wager.

“Yeah,” I counter. “As long as I resist you two, you have to stop fighting and start talking. You can journal for Dr. Gary and jerk off for me.”

With a sexy grin, Beau chuffs, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Kitten? Me and Colt, making out and jerking off together, coming all over Daddy’s pretty pussy?”

The sudden look on Colton’s handsome face, whipping from my stare to Beau’s, matches the one I mask.

Lust.

Longing.

And love.

The only way something like this happened so fast—me loving Beau and me falling for Colton, too—is that it must be Fate.

Don’t tempt her above all.

That cosmic bitch wins every time.

So, this threeway can go two ways.

It could be the beginning of the rest of my happiest life, our happiest lives. I know the three of us would work, just like you know water’s wet without touching it. But any fool could tell you if this doesn’t work past this retreat, someone, more than one, will get hurt, just like you know a leap off a cliff will kill you without jumping.

“I don’t know. That’s hard odds,” I mock my view. “You’re two against one.”

“No, Kitten.” Beau coaxes, “That’s a big win. It would be three on three, and those are the best odds.”

My mug shakes in my grasp, imagining our three passionate, sweaty bodies tangled together, coming together. Yes, I’ve had threesomes before, but not like this. Not with my heart in it, and theirs, too.

Do they feel it, as well? How we’re fumbling toward ecstasy? How our win or loss will be so great?

“Time-out,” I blurt.

And Beau’s shocked. “Time-out?”

“Yeah,” I answer. “We’re not thinking this through.”

“She’s right.” Colton considers me before he warns Beau, “You’re always the cautious one, and we better be. There’s a reason we’re here. Remember?”

“But we know this would work.” Beau points between us. “I know you feel it, too.”

“Of course, we feel it,” I rush. “But you two keep fighting. And you and I,” I confront Beau, “said one night only for a reason. Because I’m a distraction you can’t afford, remember?”

“Fuck!” Beau curses the ceiling. “Will you quit with that word?”

“I can’t,” I confess. “I hate that word, and now I remember why.”

“Why?”

“Because of my dad.”

“I’m not him, Blair.”

“You sure sound like him.”

Colton interrupts us, confused. “Who’s your dad?”

“Duncan Monroe,” Beau answers for me.

He remembers.

Early in college, I was gawked at and gossiped about because my PGA champion father was as infamous for his pecker as he was his putter. He was always seeking holes, so I made jokes about it to hide the pain.

But, of course, Beau saw right through me.

I heard a rumor that he told the entire Bama football team to shut the gossip down. At least, that’s what Reese said Beau did for me, and it worked. After a while, people left me alone about him.

“Duncan Monroe? The PGA champion?” Colton’s shocked. “The man who won four major golf tournaments in one year? He’s your dad?”

“Yeah, that’s the one,” I explain. “ The champion who’s also had four wives, six girlfriends, nine kids… and counting. And all I’ve ever felt like since I was a little girl was a distraction for him: me, my sister, and my mom, his first wife. But funny, when he won his first U.S. Open, he was on wife number two, girlfriend number three, and kid number four. So, it was never about distractions. It was about devotion.”

“Blair,” Beau sighs, his deep blue eyes searching mine. “Baby, I’m sorry. You never told me you felt that way, and I’d never hurt you like that. You’re so much more to me, and you know it.” He turns to Colton. “And so are you.”

Beau forgets he’s naked, and so does Colton.

We forget our kinky games and bets, too.

We just get real and raw.

“Okay then,” I sigh. “So, time-out. If we’re more than distractions, then what are we?”

“And what will we do after this?” Colton jumps in. “Because you two belong together. Any idiot can see it. And you and I,” he grabs Beau’s stare, “have always been together, even when we’re not. But there’s life after this retreat, and if the three of us fuck or… whatever… what will that be? What will we be?”

The need in the room is heavy. Dripping with passion. Dripping with worry. I can see their bare chests heaving with the question, and they match mine. Because this isn’t college where you can fail and get a retake.

This is our lives.

This is everything on the line.

“Alright.” Beau nods. He thrives under pressure. “Time out. We’ll think about it today.”

But still, Beau plays dirty.

And I swear he inspires Colton to do the same.

They leave their swim trunks on the floor and tempt me, strutting around naked with their cut asses and shredded bodies and dicks that remind me of inflatable tube men outside a carwash. The second they fall limp, they see me or each other and surge back hard, waving for attention.

And I’m so royally screwed because I want to be royally screwed by them.

Well, really, I want Beau first.

We have some old feelings to resolve, while Colton and I have NRE—new relationship energy. There’s no baggage. But Beau and Colton have some. They have far more to resolve because Colton’s right.

There are reasons they’re here. There’s life after passionate threesomes, even intense twosomes, whether you want to face it or not.

So, I do what I do best. I turn my troubles into tales. I write all day.

At some point, Colton serves me lunch, and I barely remember it. I thank him before I scarf down the empanadas and keep writing until my eyes can’t take it. They get blurry from the screen, so I save my work and close them.

I must’ve fallen asleep, resting on my belly, because I awake to a gentle, warm hand on the back of my thigh. It’s Beau. I’d know his touch among an orgy of dozens.

“You’re getting a sunburn.”

“I’m fine,” I mutter into my towel. “I’m under the sun sail.”

“It’s not enough to protect you,” Beau warns. “Your ass is getting pink.”

“Liar. You just like looking at it.”

“That ain’t a lie, and neither is the wicked burn you’re getting. Here… ”

A moment later, he’s rubbing cooling lotion across my back.

“Umm, that feels good. What is it?”

“Some fancy sunscreen shit Colt gave me.” He huffs, “It’s the only good thing he got from Amber. It’s supposed to be cooling and good for your skin.”

Beau’s firm hands make it soothing, too, and I don’t protest. I practically fall back asleep to his lavish massage.

I never changed out of my t-shirt and naughty thong, and now all I can feel is Beau’s caring touch. He moves from caressing my exposed back and arms, carefully covering them with lotion, to working his way up from my ankles. I know what he’s doing. He’s saving the temptation for last, and it’s working.

So is his tender confession.

“I’m sorry, Blair,” he repeats. “I didn’t realize that shit about your dad, and I get it. I promise I’ll never use that word again.”

I nod into my pillow, overwhelmed by his words and touch.

“The truth is…” His hands reach my thighs, rubbing, kneading their way up. “You’re the opposite of a distraction. I have everything I need right here, and that scares the hell out of me.”

He parts my thighs at the crease where they meet my bare cheeks. “I know exactly what I want.” His fingertips linger over where I’m aching for him. “I want you so damn much, Blair. I always have.”

He melts me. I’m a puddle of love and lust. Every part of me opens for him. For his vulnerability. For his desire.

I arch my back up high to tell him, to let him in.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice growls at my permission, and when I feel his gentle bites on my ass, I moan. “You’re not losing our bet,” he teases, dragging his tongue over my crevice, “if you just let me taste you again. Like our first time. I can’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

I can’t either.

I’ve tried, but Beau Bronson is forever in my soul, so my body takes over. She doesn’t care about bets, emotional baggage, or tomorrow. She needs him. She’s soaked for him.

“Not like our first time,” I insist, rousing and rolling over. Beau’s hungry gaze hovers over me, lying on the lounger. “Show me how you would taste me if I were yours forever.”

I heard every word he and Colton shared yesterday, watching me while I was on my bed. While I was caught between reality and fantasy with them. It only made me come so hard. It only made me want so much more.

Beau lingers his fingertip over my cotton triangle. “If you were mine forever,” he says, “this Daddy would devour your pussy every day. Sometimes, I’d make it sweet. Sometimes, I’d make it dirty. But either way, I’d make you mine, Blair.”

I spread my thighs, lifting my hips. “Show me both. Show me sweet and dirty.”

“You want it sweet? Like this?” He starts rubbing my aching clit, teasing over the thin fabric. “Do you want Daddy to get your pussy so wet I can see it soaking your naughty panties?”

I’m a loser. I’m a lusty, lewd, libidinous loser. I’m drowning in all the L words. Including the one that scares me the most

Love.

Because Beau’s naked, and tan, and so hard sitting there, admiring what’s his, admiring me. And with his parted lips at my pleasure, his stare ravenous, rubbing the tip of his finger over my hard nub, “Beau,” I shudder.

He’s doing it so fast to me. Shamelessly, I writhe, seeking his touch.

“That’s it, Blair. Be so sweet for me. Be a dirty girl, too.” He praises. “Your clit’s so hard. You’re getting horny and wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I confess.

“Then show Daddy. You have my full attention.” He’s too good. “Spread your legs more. Yes, like that.” With two fingers pressing down, he circles my clit even harder, taking me there. “Such a bad girl for me now, aren’t you? You’re getting your panties so wet. Lift your hips. Open that pussy more.” I obey. “Yes, baby, show me how much you want me.”

How much?

I can’t measure it with Beau. It’s endless. Then I remember Colton and glance left to his lounger, but he’s not there.

So when Beau leans down, growling, “I’m going to taste how wet you get for me, Blair.” When he starts sucking the soaked white cotton of my thong, licking, then sucking again right over my clit, I cry out and don’t care.

Colton. The whole world. I don’t care who can hear me. Let them. I just need this. I just need. “Beau.” I grab his head between my thighs. “Beau, please. Please. Please.”

“Baby, I’m gonna show you fucking please,” he snarls, and in one rip, he snaps the side string of my thong, then the other. “I’m gonna show you how you’re mine, Blair. You always have been. Get on my fucking face.”

He’s too fast and strong. In one deft flip, I’m on top, and he’s on his back, ripping the remnants of my thong away, tossing it on the deck before wrapping his arms under my thighs, pulling my pussy down to straddle his mouth.

“Lift that naughty shirt and show me all that’s mine,” he snarls with my cunt inches from his beard. “Leave it on and play with your tits. Show Daddy what a dirty little girl you are for me while I make your pussy squirt in my mouth.”

“Oh god,” I cry out when he smacks my ass. I do it again when he yanks me down, when his lips start sucking my clit, his whiskers tickling my splayed sex.

I obey, lifting my shirt to rest above my breasts, but I can’t do it fast enough. I can’t ride his face hard enough and brutally pinch my nipples to sting enough, feeling Beau’s warm tongue, his soft mouth devouring my tender pussy. Will it ever be enough? I’ve missed him so much.

“Beau! Beau!” I watch him. He’s too hungry and too good. He’s made for me and doing it too fast.

Like a luscious smack, my first orgasm wracks my spine. I buck, crying out, my thighs shaking over his face. Pleasure cracks through my body, opening, pouring for him. In a haze, I’m gazing down at his hungry eyes watching me, watching how his mouth owns me.

He’s growling and sucking my clit, sucking my delicious orgasm to last so long, wave after quaking wave rips through me. It won’t stop. Beau won’t stop.

“You’ve got more for me, Blair,” he rumbles. “You’ve got everything I want. Everything I’m gonna take from you. Do it again, baby. Come all over my fucking mouth.”

A groan cracks the air. In my daze, I glance up.

It’s Colton.

He’s standing nude at the edge of the deck. He must’ve been swimming in the ocean because he’s dripping wet and screaming hard, watching us.

So, I hook my finger, and he stalks our way.

Beau glances, seeing his approach. With a devilish grin, he starts licking my pussy again, and now, it’s for Colton’s pleasure, too.

“Ummm, Colt. Our woman tastes so fucking sweet,” Beau taunts between flicks to my clit. “Show him, baby.” He flicks it again. “Show him how you can squirt all that sweetness in my mouth.”

This time, Beau’s doing it. He’ll win his reward. He wedges his hand under me, sinking his thick index and middle fingers inside me, sucking my clit at the same time, and I scream. It’s agony and ecstasy because it’s all I want and more.

And I can’t help it.

I reach for Colton, too. He’s too beautiful. Too tempting and strong. He’s waiting and wanting us, so I grab his hand and guide it. I guide him to palm my exposed breast, and he groans. Taking both in his massive, eager hands, Colton kneads and pulls at my nipples, too. It frees my hands to grab Beau’s head.

“Oh fuck, yes, Blair,” Beau growls. “Show him, baby. Show him what a real woman is.” He pounds his fingers into my clenching walls. “Show him how beautiful you are when you come. Show him why your sweet pussy is my goddamn addiction.”

“Damn,” Colton growls, his dick surging inches from my face. I lick my lips to it because he’s obsessed, too, playing with my tits. They’re full and filling his expert hands, his fingertips tugging my excited nipples until he can’t take it. He presses them together, fucking my cleavage with his long dick, and I moan.

“Yes.” Beau’s gazing up. He’s watching us. I’m straddling his face while Colton stands at the edge of the lounger. “Yes, Colt,” Beau urges. “Come all over her tits while I make her squirt.”

Words escape me. Reality does, too. There is no world but the perfect raging storm of Beau dominating my clit and pussy below and Colton teasing my nipples above. I don’t know who to look at, but it doesn’t matter.

When I close my eyes to come, to scream, to survive the watery explosion releasing from my core, all I see is Beau; all I see now is Colton, too.

“Fucckkk!” I hear Colton praise the sight of my burst as I cry out at the spasms, at the gush I pour over Beau’s huffing mouth, trying to drink me through his moans. “Fuck, yes,” Colton sighs.

Then I feel Beau reaching up, joining Colton, worshiping my breasts, and my thighs shake again at their dual touch. At four hands, four rough palms of two hot men grabbing me together, so I groan, drowning Beau’s mouth in another drenching release.

Tremors take my body. Time leaves me. I’m suspended in their touch until, “Blair,” Beau makes me open my eyes. “Blair, baby, fuck.” I can barely focus on him between my thighs. He’s gently kissing my clit, palming my breasts with Colton. “I need to fuck you so bad, baby, please.”

I see the ache in his eyes. I see the ache in Colton’s cock. But I feel the ache in my heart, too. Desire. Devotion. Destiny. We feel it. It’s so intense, I need to slow us down. At least, that’s what I hope I’m doing.

“Both of you.” My voice shakes as I move my body. My cum drips from Beau’s beard down his neck while I urge him to stand. “I want to taste both of you.”

“Oh fuck,” Colton grumbles. “I don’t know if I?—”

“Let’s try.” Carefully, Beau moves me back so he can climb to stand beside Colton, telling him, “Let’s do it together. We can trust her.”

Gently, I touch Colton’s thigh. “Do you not want me?”

“Fuck, yes, I want you, Raven.” Colton cups my cheek. “I want him, too. So fucking much. I’ve just never done this.”

“Me neither,” Beau confesses.

“I haven’t either.” I sit on the edge of the lounger, gazing up at them. “I mean… I’ve never had feelings like this, and I don’t know if?—”

Beau leans down, claiming my worries with his deep, consuming kiss, one I’ve missed so much. I taste my arousal, my trust, my love on his tongue joining mine, and I don’t need to know. I just feel.

Because when Beau lifts his lips from mine, he turns and cups Colton’s neck. “I’ve missed you, too,” he pants, “so damn much,” pulling him into a matching, consuming kiss.

They’re beautiful.

They’re moaning.

They’re mine.

The late afternoon sun is a halo behind them as Colton cups Beau’s neck, too, their tongues laving over the other’s, and I join them.

I fist Beau’s cock, then Colton’s. Feral groans rumble through their kiss that won’t end while I gently guide them, pulling them closer to where their swollen tips touch, my tongue gently licking the creamy drops off of Beau’s slick crown, then Colton’s.

“Oh god, baby.” I hear Beau sigh at my tongue, gliding over his tip, then Colton’s, and back to his, over and over. I can’t fit them both in my mouth, but I can rub them together. I can lavish them with my tongue, my pumping fists rubbing their slits together, and Colton’s thighs start to shake.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he huffs into Beau’s kiss. “Fuck, I can’t last. We feel too good.”

So I make sure of it. I pull them even closer together and rise on my knees. Pressing the bottom of Beau’s crown, his sensitive frenulum against Colton’s, I fist their cocks even tighter, bound together. I clasp my pumping hands around their swollen shafts, hovering my mouth over their joined tips.

Their grunts get savage. They’re gasps sweet. They’re lost in this pleasure, and so am I, licking from slit to salty slit. I can hear their thinning breath and desperate kiss. I can feel Beau’s adoring hand sink in my hair, anchoring me to them and Colton’s, too.

Together, they hold me, wanting me, letting me take them, allowing me to share this with them.

Then, it’s Colton first.

With no words, only a sudden grunt, his body jolts. He spurts, clenching my hair while he comes in my mouth, but I let it fall out. His cream drips from my lips over Beau’s sensitive tip, my milky, flicking tongue taking him, too, and quickly, he does the same.

“Baby,” Beau grunts. “Baby, fuck. Fuck. That’s so hot. I’m coming.” He does, and I love how it’s the same name and need for me that he has for Colton. His desire is so intertwined for us, so is every word sighed from his mouth.

I kiss and lick and swallow, cherishing how I hold them together and how they adore me, too. Suddenly, they feel like my men. Suddenly, they feel like my everything.

“Baby.” Beau gently tugs my hair. “Blair.” He’s seeking me, lingering his fingers over my cheek, pulling my gaze up to meet his, to meet theirs. They’re two towers of muscles looming over me while Beau praises, “Damn, y’all, we’re so perfect together.”

The smile on Beau’s sexy face is tender. It’s in awe and love, but when I look at Colton, who’s staring down at me, too. “Colt?” I call him by the name Beau uses because he let me into their secret but now something’s wrong.

His handsome face falls. “This is too damn perfect,” Colton mumbles, pulling from my grasp and Beau’s. “We’re too damn perfect.”

He turns around and storms away.

“Colt!” Beau calls out as he disappears inside. “Colt!”