Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
“Let’s get him ready together.”
BEAU
“You’re squeaky clean, and it’s a good deal.”
I roll my eyes to the blue sky.
If my agent only knew.
Kelsie Ryan is one of the best at scoring endorsement deals for players, but if she knew how I’m about to make her job hard, she’d drop me cold.
“The Fry House?” I stand at the edge of the dock. Not because the reception is better here. It’s because Colt and Blair are having an annoying one-hit-wonder playlist party by the pool, and I’m about to volunteer to swim with the fish—permanently. “They want me? Why?”
“They’re launching veggie burgers and nuggets, and you score trustworthy with soccer moms and ultra fans, mainly men. You’re perfect.”
“I’m not a vegetarian. Not strictly.”
“Yeah, but you and your shakes have paid off for Plant Power Protein, and that caught the eye of The Fry House. They’re offering two mill.”
Sure, I rake in on endorsements. Lots of players do, especially those of us with clean reps. I’ve never been dumb enough to get caught with my hand in the kinky cookie jar.
But now?
I never had to worry about my personal life. I didn’t have one.
“Hey, Kelz, I gotta fill you in before we take this deal.”
“On?”
I turn around and face my new world.
Blair’s riding on a giant white swan float, and Colt’s on a gold one. They’re singing “Baby Got Back” while Colt’s trying to mount his float on Blair’s. They’re laughing their asses off. They’re my wildest dream and greatest liability.
“On my new girlfriend,” I tell Kelsie. “I’ve known her for years, so don’t freak. I can vouch for her rep. There’s just one thing.” Whoops, I forgot how to count. “Make that a few things.”
I tell Kelsie about Blair’s infamous PGA father, her career as a struggling author, her current job as a sales associate at a luxury adult store, and, “Her latest romance book just became a best-seller, and it’s about me. Well… it’s about us.”
“Please tell me we’re talking Nora Roberts or Nicholas Sparks romance.”
“No,” it makes me smile, “we’re talking about an alien warlord who falls in love with his enemy, a woman, a human he has to tie down and breed to save her people and his.”
Silence. Waves. “Has your girlfriend got the butt?” and Colt’s “Hell yeah!” fill the air.
“Kelz? You there?”
“I’m looking her up, but I’m not finding anything.”
“She writes under a pen name, but that secret is burned. Her readers figured it out, and Amber Kostas made it worse.”
Kelsie’s frustrated sigh hits me before, “Bronson, please tell me you love her. This is two mill or more you may lose over her.”
I watch Blair, who’s now watching me. Her head tenderly cants, like she can sense my distress, asking, “Babe, are you okay?”
So I let her see how she makes me smile, answering, “Yes, I love her. I love her books. I love her job. I’ll punch her philander dad in the face before I’m sure I’ll hate to love him, too. So any endorsements I lose over Blair Monroe can kiss my ass. I’d be ashamed to be associated with them anyway.”
“Damn,” Kelsie marvels. “That shrink’s really doing a good number on you, and it’s about time. You deserve some love.” She laughs. “Maybe we’ll sign all the sex-positive companies needing endorsements.”
Though I’d be proud, I have to be careful.
“Nah, just keep me to sports brands. I may not be squeaky clean enough, but I sure win enough.”
Over dinner, I bring it up. Since Coach and Kelsie, I’ve been thinking about it all day.
We’ll be back in Atlanta in no time and have to be ready.
Scratch that.
We have to be careful.
I know Colt feels the same way. He earns millions and donates his fame to raise money for cancer research. Endorsements are not his priority; football is.
But Blair has a lot to think about.
I can’t lie to her about being my girlfriend. I’ve lived in a fishbowl since I was eighteen, and it’s only gotten smaller. You can’t tell someone how it is until they’re stuck, swimming in it, too.
“It’ll affect your career and your books,” I tell her. “Some will buy them because of me, and some will hate them because of me. You’ll gain just as many haters as fans, and some won’t even be romance readers. They’ll only associate you with me, and I’m sorry.”
She reaches for my hand. We’re finishing off the bottle of Hennessey she snuck in while Colt tosses back a sip.
“Fine then,” she answers. “I had loyal readers before you, so as long as I keep them, I don’t care. I don’t write to be a best-seller. I write because it makes me happy.”
“Like ball.” Colt understands.
“Yeah, like big blue alien balls,” she jokes, and I hope she doesn’t lose her sense of humor.
She’s going to need it.
“So what do we do about dates and shit?” Colt asks. “You two are about to be the it couple, for better or worse, but what do I do?”
It clenches my heart. It feels like we’re teens again. Like Colt’s dating another cheerleader while I have to watch.
“Do you want to date even though we’re… ”
I point between us and don’t know how to describe it. I just worry. I’m just jealous.
“Nah, man.” Colt reaches for my hand. “This? You and me? Her and us? This is my dream, but we’re no fools. I can’t be stag in public forever. Rumors will start.”
“He’s right.” Blair sucks a creamy bite of flan off her fork before wagging it between us. “We have to make it look like you and I are America’s sweethearts, and he’s our best friend, America’s bad boy. And on one meet-cute sports romance day, our wholesome love inspires Colt to fall in love with his sweet someone, too. There’s your happily-ever-after. It’s a classic tale, and folks literally buy it all the time.”
“But,” I stammer, “it’s just the three of us. We haven’t even moved in, and now we’re adding a fourth? I don’t want a?—”
“Slow your worried roll,” Blair soothes. “We’ll give it a month or two. He’s still brokenhearted over Amber, right?”
Colt laughs. “Yeah, I’m devastated. I’m gonna get nine cats and date Ben he burns too much. I love him, and I can’t breathe. I can’t take him, and I want to.
“Fuck, I don’t know. I don’t know how I… ” I stammer and search for Blair.
So does Colt. He turns, and she’s by our side.
“Give him a little break,” she eases. “Gently, take it out and slowly start again.”
I could be so goddamn jealous, fucking raging actually, of where Blair got her knowledge but not now. Now and forever, I’m so thankful for her.
Slowly, Colt pulls out, and I groan at the odd sensation, but then Blair’s stroking me. I’m half hard, my body not sure how to react, but quickly, her warm touch has me firm and wanting it again.
“Go slow, Colt.” She kneels where we’re about to join again. “Like this. Can I guide you?”
“Please,” Colt’s gruff. He sounds so aroused. “Please let me watch you hold my cock while I fuck his ass with it.”
It turns him on. Me, too. This time, he goes much slower, guided by Blair’s small hand wrapped around his scary length. She starts stroking me harder, too, and, “Oh fuck,” we growl.
It gets us there. It gets Colt easing in, past the ring of fire that burns so good because Blair’s touch makes me crave it. Then it’s Colt’s touch. He starts stroking my dick too while he’s fucking me, while he sinks so deep inside, he’s in my chest, my heart, my throat. His body inside mine is all I can know while seeing stars and only wanting more.
“Fuck me,” I beg, my legs shaking in my hold. “Fuck me, Colt. Deeper. You feel so good.”
In my haze, Colt is over me. He presses his lip to mine. Blair lets us go, and it’s just us.
“You like this, Beau?” He kisses me. “Do you like me inside you? Like you’ve always wanted? Like I’ve always wanted?” He thrusts, and I grunt. “Damn, I love you,” he says, thrusting again and again. “Damn, you feel so good taking my dick. You’re so tight. Your virgin ass is mine.” His next thrust is brutal. He’s almost seated inside me, and I love it. I cry out. “Isn’t it? Do you like my dick? Is your ass mine now?”
“Yes!” I growl. “Fuck yes, Colt. Take it. Take my ass. Take it hard.”
“Blair,” Colt pants her name. He’s serious because he rarely uses it. “Blair, fuck him, too, baby. Fuck him slow while I fuck him hard. We’ll make sure he knows who he belongs to.”
Blair glances at me. I’m sweating. I’m desperate. And hell, yes, I want this. “Do it.” I nod. “Ride me while he fucks me. Give me what I’ve wanted for so long.”
Colt leans back, and I let go of my legs. I let them fall open, and the pressure of his cock in my ass becomes immense. It’s so much and so good while Blair straddles me. She reaches, tugging her teddy aside, exposing her breasts for me to suck, and damn, she’s hot. So is how she reaches down, sliding her lace aside.
Running my tip through her slick slit, she leans over. Offering her nipple to my mouth, I suck it while she takes my cock and Colt takes my ass.
A thunder, a deep guttural roar from a primal place I don’t know, escapes my soul. I don’t know who I am, but this is right. I don’t know where we are, but their bodies take me. They’re all I need.
Blair slowly slides her tight wet cunt up and down my dick. I can feel her hard clit, rubbing on my shaft while Colt’s luscious long cock stretches, driving into my tender ass and…
“Oh god.” I gasp for air.
I drool over Blair’s nipple and need it again. With each thrust of Colt’s cock, with each claim of Blair’s cunt, I grunt. I grab air with her nipple in my mouth.
When I tease Blair, calling her our sweet slut, I do it because it gets her off. Now, it gets me off, too. I feel like a slut for this, a slut for a cock in my ass and pussy choking my dick.
And I have no shame about it.
I want it—all the time.
“Damn, Beau.” I hear Colt growl, “Damn, my cock looks so hot fucking your tight ass while your dick looks so good, so creamy fucking her pussy.” He pumps harder and harder. “Damn, we’re hot.”
Blair’s breath is thinning. She’s writhing, grinding her hard little nub on my raw length. I love how I can feel it. I can feel her. I can feel him.
“Fuck yes.” I cup her cheeks. I lift her. Then I grab her neck, insisting, “Let me see you both fucking me.”
Blair barely leans left while Colt presses to her back, leaning right. He’s so much taller than her; we both are. He kisses her neck, eyeing me while he grinds his dick in my ass, and she grinds on my dick, and I’m going. The lightning in my body ignites every nerve, pleasure flooding my muscles, lust driving my bones.
Colt fists Blair’s hair, yanking her neck open.
She’s so beautiful.
She’s mine.
She’s his.
“Fuck him, baby,” Colt growls in her ear. “Fuck him with that wet pussy. Take his big dick and grind on it. Show him you love it.”
She obeys, her hips popping, my dick swelling. I reach up and pinch her nipples, loving her moan.
“I’m going to make him come in your pussy.” Colt keeps pushing us. Taunting and taking us. “I’m going to fuck his ass so hard he’s going to come inside you.” He reaches around, his hand finding her clit rubbing against my cock. “That’s it. Keep going. Be our good little slut. Open up for his cock and cum. You want it, don’t you? You want it while I fuck his ass.”
“Yes!” We both shout.
We’re going fast and together because Colt drives us. He delivers, his thrusts coiling a new white heat, a new rousing sensation in my core. I can’t control it. Not like I can my dick. I have to take it. I have to take him and her.
“Such a good girl.” He’s pinching Blair’s clit. “Yes, fucking take him. Ride that dick and take his cum.” He’s making her shake. I’m shaking, too. From my jaw to my chest. The fire. The pleasure. The need. It’s cracking my flesh. I can’t hold back. “Fucking take it. Take it, Beau. Take my dick in your ass and come inside her, loving my fuck.”
“Baby, yes! Yes!” I shout. I explode. I erupt. I come for him; I come inside her. I hear Blair coming, too, her sultry wails calling my soul, and I can’t see. I can only give; I can only receive. I can only take Colt’s pounding, and Blair’s pumping ride as my dick won’t stop pulsing. “Fuck!” I cry out, grabbing Blair’s hips. She stills over me, but Colt doesn’t.
“Drip it on him,” Colt snarls. “Lift up and drip it on his dick. I want to see how I made him come.”
Blair’s trembling, but she obeys. She gets off on it. She lets me fall out of her while she reaches down, strumming her clit, clenching her pussy to make my arousal glaze over my cock that’s still swollen. I’m still taking Colt.
“Oh god,” Blair gasps. She watches herself do it for him, for us. It’s so shameless, she’s proud. She’s sharing our lust, and she comes again to it. “Oh god. Oh god.”
“Yes, Raven, lean forward.” Colt gently guides her to rest on my body, so I hold her while he demands, “I want to watch your pussy drip with his cum while I come inside him, too.”
We’re so connected, so raw and real, it doesn’t take Colt long. Not when I reach down and spread Blair’s cheeks for him to gaze at her ass while he fucks mine, groaning, “Fuck yes.” He grunts, “Oh fuck yes, you two are mine.”
“Yes, we are.” Blair sighs in my chest. It’s our truth. It’s our new life.
With two more brutal thrusts, Colt roars. The sinews on his neck strain, and I fall in love, all over again, with the sight of him coming inside me, with the weight of him while he drapes himself over Blair, resting on me, too.
“I don’t care who I have to fake it with,” he huffs, kissing Blair’s shoulder, then her cheek before leaning, seeking my kiss, and I lift, giving it to him.
“This is real between us,” he sighs. “And no one else.”