Shameless Game (Shameless Sport #1)

Chapter 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“We’ve won the penile lottery.”

COLTON

“Okay, bend your knees. Good girl. You ready for it?”

“But,” Blair protests, “Baby ran from the stage, and Johnny caught her.”

I keep my hands on her waist while I echo Beau, “Look, baby. We can have the time of our lives, but no one puts Hawke on the Injured Reserve Injury list, either. We do this in the pool, but he’s not allowed.” I nod toward Beau, standing by the edge. “I won’t let him. His precious shoulder is worth too much.”

Beau’s grinning, recording us with his phone while mine plays that infamous song from Dirty Dancing.

The sun is setting. The horizon is electric pink. These two fucked so hot and loud all afternoon; even the elusive pink dolphin could hear them, and I’m happy, too.

It seems we’re going for it.

The three of us.

And this iconic shot.

“Alright.” I squat, holding her tight. “Let’s do this—on the chorus.”

We wait for it…

“And go!”

I lift Blair, bracing my arms, using all my might. She’s not heavy. She’s dripping wet and cute as hell in a red and white polka dot bikini, her hair a black silky sheet down her back.

It’s just I don’t want to drop her. I care about her, too.

We sort of just met, but it’s like I’ve known Blair for years. I knew Beau had a crush on her. Blair made him happy, so somehow, that made her my secret college crush, too.

Yeah, I fucked around. A lot. Almost to a pathological degree. But I was young. I was trying to compensate for the love I wanted with Beau but couldn’t have.

Maybe that’s what Beau was doing, too. He was committed to Reese, but it wasn’t love, either. It was about him focusing on her problems so he wouldn’t have to confront ours.

Maybe if he knew back then how it wasn’t mutual. How Reese wasn’t faithful. How she cheated on him and with whom he would’ve been with Blair years ago.

But here we are. Like the three of us were written in the stars, we just had to wait for our worlds to turn to see it.

“Okay, hold!” I brace my core while Blair drips over me, locking her frame. “Hold, baby. Hold!”

Beau keeps filming. “Don’t fall,” he jinxes us.

“Don’t do it,” I huff, feeling Blair tilt and giggle. “Don’t?—”

But she squeals, and my back arches, letting her swan dive over my head. Then I whip around because the water is shallow.

We can’t break our baby on our first night together.

Laughing, she emerges. She’s fine, insisting, “Again!”

So, the song loops while I let her fulfill every woman’s fantasy five more times before Beau declares, “Dinner time.”

Wrapping towels around us, we drip dry, scanning what the chef set out for dinner before he left. I’m a pro athlete. My priorities are my body, my food, my rest, and my dick, in that order.

I focus on the chicken stew, spooning it over rice and beans with fresh salad on the side, while I sense Blair’s burning focus on me.

“Yes?” I turn, finding her studying my face like a puzzle.

“Hmm,” is her suspicious reply.

“What?” I pinch my nose. “Do I have a rose in the garden?”

She grins. “A what?”

“A rose in the garden; a booger in my nose, or spinach in my teeth. That’s what my mom used to call it, and you better tell me. That’s part of the code.”

“What code?”

“Our code.” I gesture to the three of us with a dripping spoon in hand. “It’s a code I’m sure we’ll amend daily.”

“Hourly,” Beau suspects.

“No, you don’t have a rose in your nose,” Blair says. “You have a perfect nose. It’s straight and symmetrical. It’s not too big and… ”

Her voice trails while her stare remains. It’s shameless and adorable, marveling at my honker like God’s gift.

“Uh, thanks.” Guess I should return the compliment. “Your button nose is cute. And you’ve got a sexy bow in your lips. Your lashes are long and dark and?—”

“What is this?” Beau chuckles. “An episode of Dr. 90210? Is someone about to get their one flaw fixed?”

“No.” Blair shrugs, turning to study Beau with equal scrutiny. “You have a perfect nose, too. It’s all straight and kinda narrow with a ski slope tip.”

“Baby?” Beau grins. “Did you get too much water up your nose? Is your brain flooded because you’re making no sense?”

“You two just refute my theory, that’s all.”

Beau cuts a curious look at me, then her. “What theory?” he asks.

“Me and my friends at Delta’s,” she answers, “and some of my romance author friends, too, we have a theory: big nose equals big dick.”

I set my sloshing plate down because I gotta laugh my ass off. So does Beau, who howls, “Damn. I guess Tom Cruise is hung like a crooked horse.”

“Exactly!” Blair exclaims. “And Adam Driver must need a crotch wagon for his!”

And I laugh harder. “So what are you saying?” I gotta know. “We have smaller noses and smaller dicks?”

“No!” She’s dead serious. “You got a python, and he has a pile driver. You destroy my theory with your bush beaters.”

I glance at Beau, tipping my neck. “How many words she got for the male organ?”

“She’s a romance author.” He grins. “We’ve won the penile lottery. It’s endless.”

“Just as long as they’re big words.” I can’t help it. I lean down, kissing her cheek. “Got any other theories? Like blonds have more stamina? Or men with beards make better mouth music?”

Blair’s eyes get wide. “Is that true?”

“I haven’t tested the theories,” I answer. “My blondes are usually bottoms, and I skew the stamina sample with my athletic training. And I’ve only had one beard on my dick.” I wink at Beau. “His.”

“And now you got two beards,” she jokes about herself and Beau…

And I’m going to like this.

I’m going to love us.

Yeah, we’ll be taking a big fucking risk, the three of us living together. But if we’re smart, if we’re careful, we can sell it.

Later after showers, Blair makes it official when we’re cuddled together, watching Pulp Fiction. I’m falling in love with her, too, because it’s her flick pick, and she can mimic Samuel Jackson to a dick-stiffening degree.

“Say what again.” She’s entertaining, impressive until I hear a phone chiming in the distance.

“Whose is that?” Beau glances toward our bedrooms where we’ve left them for days.

“It sounds like mine.” I jump up to check it.

When I do, I’m blind-sided. Though…

I should’ve seen it coming.

“Uh, Houston,” I announce, returning to the living room with my phone. “We have a pissed-off ex-girlfriend problem.”

“What?” Blair chuckles. “Is Amber’s lipstick bleeding?”

“No.” I hate doing this, but I show her the screen. “She’s bleeding bullshit about you all over her socials.”

Amber has no shame. She’s hash-tagged me, Beau, Blair, and Blair’s books. She’s making fun of them, saying romance books are dumb, that they’re not real fiction, and that Blair’s paranormal fantasies are obviously inspired by her weird alien fetish for Beau Bronson.

Then Amber included the viral shot of Beau reading Blair’s book and some posts from Blair’s Instagram, where Blair posted pictures of her writing it.

The cruelest part?

In the comments, Amber’s encouraging her followers to leave one-star reviews of Blair’s books.

Blair swipes through my phone, taking it all in, and the hurt look that breaks across her face breaks my heart.

And the rage that twists Beau’s? It scares me.

“I’m so sorry, y’all,” is all I can say. “I should’ve known she’d do this. The only thing Amber influences is low self-esteem.”

“Even so,” Blair sighs, “it’s not your fault. You can’t stop her.”

“The fuck we can’t,” Beau snarls, jumping up, aiming for his bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

“To call my lawyer,” he answers me. “I’m about to influence a lawsuit against Amber Kostas.”

While he’s gone, I kneel in front of Blair, sitting on the sofa. She’s staring into space, blinking back tears, I can tell.

“Hey,” I soothe gently, brushing her hair back. “Tell me how I can make this right for you.”

“You can’t.” She shrugs. “I can’t put my heart, soul, and art out there and expect everyone to love it.”

“But they don’t have to be hateful.”

“They do if they hate themselves.”

I nod because she’s right. I have my critics, and I don’t mind. But I also have trolls who think I breathe wrong. I try to reason that they’re so into trashing my life because, sadly, they have none.

But still.

We all have hearts that can hurt.

“Come here.” I pull her into a hug. She’s so petite, and I’m so tall; her face nestles perfectly against my chest while I’m kneeling. “I’m really sorry.” I hold her. I kiss her hair. “I’ll tell Kylie to throw Amber some shade.”

She mutters in my embrace, “You know Kylie Jenner?”

“Met her at a Clippers game. She liked me more than Amber, but that’s not a stretch. Amber’s got the personality of hiccups. You hold your breath until she’s gone.”

I make her laugh and she pulls back, gazing at me. “Thank you.”

Ice blue and white mix in her teary eyes, making them that captivating silver color, and “I really want to kiss you to make it better” escapes from my lips.

“You can,” she softly answers. “But let’s wait for him.”

I rise, sitting beside her, protectively wrapping my arm over her shoulder. She nestles into me until Beau returns.

The good news is Beau has enough money to sue someone for defamation and libel to the point where you’d slander yourself to make him stop. The bad news is…

Blair can’t win.

“My lawyer said since it’s not a false statement,” Beau explains, taking his seat on the other side of her, “we won’t win, but we sure can scare her.”

“It’s kinda sexy,” I admire. “Hell, I’d want the whole world to believe someone wrote a hot romance book inspired by me. The bigger the blue alien cock, the better.”

You’d think they’d answer with laughs or laments, but they’re silent.

Stone, cold silent.

“What?” I ask as a chuckle starts in Beau and carries to Blair. “What did I say?” They’re acting weird. “What the fuck did I say?”

They keep laughing, and I keep getting annoyed until finally, Blair exclaims, “We did it! Okay?”

“Did what?”

“Beau fucked me wearing a big blue alien cock sheath. He even blindfolded and tied me down. He was Valen, the Vulgarian, and he abducted me, planting his milky alien seed inside me.”

“And… ” Beau adds, “We made a video of it.”

“Oh fuck,” I mutter. “Y’all are gonna kill me with kink, aren’t you?’

Blair nudges my ribs. “We can be vanilla with you.”

“Vanilla?” I scoff. “Hell no. I’m gonna banana-split your asses and give you both my thirty-one flavors with whipped cream on all tips.”

“Oh!” Blair sounds excited and intrigued. “Is food your fetish?”

“No,” I answer. “I got a fetish for latex and being tied down. But hell. We’ve been here how many days, and now I got a dildo kink, a Daddy kink, a foxtail kink, a watching kink, and?—”

“Fuck,” Beau growls. “Stop, man. You’re making me hard.”

“And I’m taking notes,” Blair blurts. “Latex and dildos and being tied down? I got you covered.”

I adjust myself; I prepare myself for what? I don’t know. It’s probably going to be everything between us and sign me up.

I’ve never felt this safe and free to be me. And yes, I’m now rhyming. So, it must be poetry and romance and all that shit I love.

Beau presses play on the remote. I learned long ago he wants control of the clicker. Usually, it’s to watch ESPN, but as we finish the movie, no one’s watching because it’s not long before Beau’s inching Blair’s dress up.

Tonight, she’s wearing a short white one with a cherry print on it. It’s a lethal dose of cute and sexy.

When Beau hikes it further, I glance down at Blair’s exposed lap and groan. Like from the tips of my toes to the tip of my hard dick because she’s wearing another naughty pair of panties. And these were made for us, for any fan of football.

“GO DEEP, DADDY,” they demand in hot pink ink on her white cotton thong.

It’s hot as hell, making Beau dive his hand under them. “Our. Dirty. Fucking. Girl,” he growls, taunting her while his hand slowly rustles under her panties, making Blair pant.

Her thighs fall open while her body drapes back on his. “Yes, I am,” she sighs. “I’m feeling so dirty for my daddies. Fuck me. Make me your dirty girl.”

Goddamn.

Grab a defibrillator.

My heart can’t take it while my cock rises to the occasion because Beau doubles down, demanding, “Colt, taste her flavors. Why don’t you see how fucking dirty she’ll be for us?”

Don’t ask me to eat pussy twice.

In a flash, I’m kneeling before Blair again. This time, I tug her naughty panties down, the eager rise of her hips to let me spurring me on.

I do it fast because I’m fucking starving.

I heard her moans and his grunts and their fucks this afternoon. It made me hard, happy, and hungry, and now I get to feast.

Spreading her thighs wide, I gaze at my glistening, pink meal. Blair’s huffing, her body open for me to take. The gleam in her eyes watching me is pure lust, and I want to hear her filthy mouth seduce me, too.

I demand, “Tell Daddy what you want me to do to your pretty pink pussy, Blair.”

She smirks, heavy with desire, dripping with no shame. “Lick my pussy, Colt. It’s not gonna lick itself.”

“You wish,” I mutter, smiling before I obey.

Spearing her entrance, I want a taste of her cream first, and she cries out. I fuck her hard with my tongue, rubbing my nose against her clit, taking in her smell and taste and everything about to be my woman, too.

“Oh god,” she writhes. “Oh my god, yes.”

I glance up, and Beau’s tugged her dress down. He’s twirling her nipples to hard pink peaks while I devote my ferocious mouth to her clit.

Then I remember what I saw Beau do. It was so fucking hot. How he already knows how to unlock Blair’s squirting lust, so I do it, too.

Slowly driving two of my longest fingers inside her cunt, I curl them hard against her wall while my tongue won’t stop toying with her clit, and the way she moans, she cries. She does it so long and so high it’s almost a wail. Her thighs shake, clenching together, getting ready to jolt with an orgasm. She tastes so good, I’d let her break my neck between her legs as she braces for it, grabbing my hair so hard.

It starts with her pulse around my fingers. So, I stroke them harder inside her, my tongue flattening, unrelenting, and taking her clit because I want this as much as she does.

“Coolllttt!” A scream finds her voice. Tremors take her thighs. She’s coming, and I’m found. I lap Blair up, drinking her sweet gush in my thirsty mouth.

The sensation of her desire dripping from my chin, from my beard, makes me fucking feral to fuck her, but Beau takes over.

“Now, baby.” He rips his shorts open, lifting his hips and shoving them down. “Fuck us now.” So I help him kick them away. Gently, he lifts her while he orders, “You’re gonna come on my cock, then you’re gonna come on his. You’re gonna shower us in that sweet squirt all night like our good little slut.”

Blair catches her breath before she yanks her dress off, dragging it over her head. She’s found her second wind while I stand and strip my trunks off, too.

Then I remember, as I watch her straddle Beau, how she sinks on his bare cock, so I head for my bedroom.

“Where are you going?” Beau growls. “We’re fucking her. We’re taking turns with her.”

“Until I get tested, I need a condom,” I explain.

After what Amber did, my trust is thin. And though it was done to me, I won’t do it to another. I don’t risk my lovers or me.

The rule in the locker room is you wrap until you wed.

Clearly, that’s Beau’s plan with Blair because he’s taking her raw. By the time I’m back, taking my seat beside them on the sofa before sheathing my cock, Blair is riding him hard.

She’s playing with her nipples for him, making him grunt while she moans.

Damn, she can work those hips. She makes a stripper look like a nun. She makes my lips part; my jaw slack with awe.

So is Beau’s. He demands, “Hold still, baby.” She obeys. “Yeah, just like that. Sit right there and don’t move. Just let us watch you be a dirty girl.” He sucks his thumb. He gets it dripping with spit. “You want Daddy to go deep? Like your naughty panties say?”

“Yes.” She takes him all the way to his thick base.

“Then sit right here,” he says, “and don’t move. Feel Daddy’s big dick deep in your pussy while I play with your naughty clit.”

Damn, he’s dirty, and damn, I love it.

I never knew.

I stroke my cock, but have to pace myself. I know Beau and I will finally have a chance this week, too, but this night’s for her. We’re devoted to Blair’s pleasure, and it’s so erotic, so trusting, too.

I don’t know how Blair can take Beau, but she does. She leans back, her hands behind her, bracing on his knees, but she doesn’t ride him. She doesn’t move. She’s sealed to him, letting him thumb her slick, exposed, hard clit until she’s shaking.

It’s so damn hot. It’s beautiful the way her back arches, her ample breasts swelling more, I swear, while her nipples ache for attention, but Beau’s in control.

He wants her like this; how she trusts him like this.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes. “Show us how you want it. How you want every dirty thing we’re going to do to you.” She moans, and his thumb presses faster. “Yeah, you do. You’re creaming on my cock for it, aren’t you? Your clit’s so hard. You want it so bad. Don’t you, Blair? You want my cock. You want Colt’s, too. So, fucking come for us. Show us. Come for your daddies.”

Blair convulses. With a guttural groan, her orgasm quakes through her. She can’t speak. Her primal sound is like a mating call. She wants more, and damn, I need her now, and I get my wish.

“Fuck her.” Gently, Beau lifts her off his cock. It falls out, still swollen and glistening, his shaft dripping with her release. “Fuck her, and keep making her come.”

My heart melts, my dick surging at the way Blair reaches for me. She trusts me, too. Her hands wrap around my neck while her body leaves Beau’s to straddle mine.

I lift my cock for her, holding it up, and she takes me with a moan. She’s a woman on a mission, seizing what she wants. She starts riding me so hard and fast, too; it’s like a defensive tackle hits my chest. I grunt at the shock, at the force of her, but this is pleasure. So much fucking pleasure, I plunge my hands in her raven hair to hang on. Her strands feel like silky reigns in my grasp while I force her hooded stare to mine.

“You like riding Daddy’s dick?” I’m gonna take her there, too. “Feel it. Feel how it’s so hard and fucking long for you, isn’t it, Blair?”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Say Daddy’s name.”

“Yes, Colt, yes.”

I kiss her. I take that mouth with my name, sighing over it, and I share Beau’s addiction. Her kiss is sweet, so open and sharing like her. I feel seen. I feel safe. I feel seduced. She doesn’t hold back. Blair lets me take her, and that owns me.

“You want it all?” I huff over our lips. “Can you take all of me, Blair?”

She already has my body and now my heart. She keeps riding. She keeps claiming more, way more than my cock. I gaze down at our bodies joined, and there’s only an inch left of me that she doesn’t fucking own. Yet.

“Oh god, Colt.” The sight of me inside her, the heat of her receiving me, the sound of my name, strained with Blair’s desire; it burns my soul. I’m branded. “Yes,” she huffs. “Yes, make me yours, too.”

“Oh, Raven,” I swear to her hooded eyes, my fists gently tightening in her hair. “You have no fucking idea how I’ll fuck you every day.”

“We will.”

It’s Beau’s baritone voice. I lost him in the haze. For a moment, I was so buried inside Blair’s gaze and cunt, I lost track, but now he’s behind her. He’s easing her forward on my chest.

“You want this, Blair?” Beau asks while something cool drizzles over my balls. I know the lush sensation. It’s lube. He’s pouring it over Blair’s crack, letting it coat her ass while he gets ready to claim it, too. “Say you want this, baby. Say you want both of your daddies to fuck you.”

“Beau, do it,” she tells him, groaning into my shoulder. “Do it, but be gentle. You’re fucking huge.”

Beau straddles my legs and hers and I hang on. I groan back my release, my breath thinning to their warm bodies urging against mine, but I hold tight.

The way he enters her, the way Beau carefully stretches Blair’s ass to take him while I’m slowly pumping into her pussy, my cock feeling his pressing claim…

Holy fuck, it’s like our first touch.

It’s like the first time our dicks rubbed together, but now, Blair’s joining us. She’s connecting us. She’s giving her pussy and ass to us, sharing our pleasure, and my eyes roll. I sweat. I’m going to lose it all in this heaven.

“Fuck, Beau,” I groan, reaching for her hips and his. “Fuck yes, rub your dick against mine. Oh, fuck yes. Just like that. She’s so fucking tight, I can feel you, too. Do it. Do it.”

“Ahhh.” Blair’s shaking. Her face is buried in my neck; her thighs won’t stop quivering against mine. “Oh god. Oh god.”

“Baby?” Beau presses his lips to her ear. He holds my hands, too, securing them on her hips. Together, we go slow while he makes sure. “Does it feel good? Do you like my cock in your ass? Do you like Colt’s cock in your pussy, too?”

“Yes.” Her lips steam over my shoulder. She gently bites it, too. “Yes, fuck me. Both of you. Do it harder. I fucking want it. Give me your cocks.”

I share the feeling. I have the same desire, and I deliver. I lift my hips, driving them harder into her strangling, wet heat while Beau goes slower. He won’t hurt her. He’ll only kill her with pleasure.

“You want our cocks?” I tease her. I’ll give her kink. I’ll be her fantasy, too. “You want your daddies to go deep? To fuck you like a dirty little girl? To make you ours?”

“Yes,” she pants, staring into my eyes. “I want it. I want you both so much.”

With my hand on her hip, I’m holding Beau’s too, our fingers twined together, claiming her flesh while he moves his other hand, teasing her breast. So, I gently grab her neck. I make her watch me while Beau claims her, too.

“Then fucking take us,” he growls. He goes faster, and my toes curl. “Take our cocks like our good little slut. Take one in your pussy and one in your ass because you love it, don’t you, Blair?” Fuck, he’s taking us. We’re going. “You love that we want to fuck you. That we want to fuck each other.” Oh god, together. Here we go. “We’re gonna fuck every night. Right, Blair? The three of us?” Her lips shake. Her eyelids drop. Mine do, too. “You’re gonna be a sweet little slut for your daddies while we fuck too, and you come with us. Come on.” He spanks her. “Come on our cocks.”

He spanks her again as I gently squeeze her neck harder, and she screams.

It’s exquisite. It’s awe in my grasp. It’s how I’ve never seen a woman before in all her raw, natural power, her primal pleasure because the shameless animal sound from Blair’s throat in my hand calls every brute cell in my body to her.

My neck strains with a roar. I come inside her, my cock pulsing into her and against Beau’s, and it takes him.

“Goddamn, we’re coming.” He marvels. He groans. He grunts, and I grunt, thrusting together until there’s nothing left but our bodies in a panting pile. It’s exactly where we belong.