Shameless Game (Shameless Sport #1)

Chapter 32

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

“You just met the sexy Texas nexus of a network.”

BEAU

Idon’t want to let go of Colt’s hand. I want to wrap around him and take away the past nine years he suffered alone.

I’ll never forget the first time Colt touched me. The time he rubbed sunscreen on my neck. His warmth washed through me then, and it’s filled my heart ever since.

It was me feeling love for the first time.

I feel the same way he does. Like life wouldn’t bless us until now, until we loved Blair, too.

I want to hold him, but the jet swings like a trapeze as we land, so we buckle up, and I hold Blair’s hand.

Our woman hates to fly, but she’ll get used to it. We’ll have years of traveling together because I’m never leaving Blair again and never letting Colt go.

Despite what Blair says, this time never applies.

Do I have a son? Maybe.

Do I have my forever loves? Definitely.

When we enter the gold and glass doors of The Mercier Hotel, I don’t care who’s watching. I reach for Colt again. Lightly, I brush my fingertips over his hand.

He turns his chin, aiming his sexy, scruffy grin my way. “You flirting, Bronson?”

I cock a brow. “Goddamn right, I am, Hawke. You’re mine tonight.”

I’m so flooded with love. I want to make everything right. I want makeup sex all night long.

I can’t believe I got mad at him, but I didn’t know. But now we’re free of that secret, while the biggest remains.

Blair wedges between us, hooking her arms through ours. “Time out before you score in his end zone,” she teases. “There are some people you need to meet.”

She guides us through the white-marbled lobby toward the intimate bar while the bellhops whisk our bags to our suite. It’s like they were expecting us.

And they were.

We’re getting the VIP treatment in a five-star hotel.

Because there Ruby sits on a blue velvet barstool, flanked by another stunning auburn-haired beauty who has to be her sister.

And the two men who stand beside them? They can rule the world with their hot smirks alone.

I recognize Luca Mercier—dark hair, tan skin, body like a marble statue, and the face of a Grecian God. Anyone with a screen knows who Luca is—a billionaire hotelier.

But should you escape his imposing image on the cover of magazines about the rich and powerful, you can’t escape his glacial eyes when they’re aimed at you.

The man could command the sun to rise in the west.

He doesn’t even introduce himself.

He greets us, “Mr. Bronson. Mr. Hawke,” his massive hand demanding our shake. “Welcome to The Mercier.” Then he aims his lips for Blair’s cheeks, kissing both. “And Ms. Monroe. We meet again.” They know each other? “And you’re in love, I see.” Luca smiles, glancing from me to Colt before dropping his voice like it’s a secret with Blair. “As I knew you would be.”

Colt darts his eyes at me.

What was that about?

But Ruby chuckles. “Okay, okay. Forgive my brother-in-law. He can be so cryptic and formal when we’re all friends.” She gestures to her left. “This is my sister, Scarlett Mercier, Luca’s smarter half.”

Scarlett greets us, looking as formidable as her husband. She just makes it look breathtaking, too, like her sister, Ruby, who gestures to her right. “And this is Zar Rollins. Their best half.”

“Well now,” Zar cocks an easy grin, “I don’t know about their best half, but I sure am the best-looking.”

That’s no lie.

Zar’s as tall, dark, and handsome as Luca. But where Luca exudes European elegance and an accent, Zar has Texas swagger. Like he’s as comfortable in a boardroom as in a barn.

I take the sight of our hosts in, and I’m having a hard time breathing.

It’s like we’ve stepped into steam, and it’s not from the humidity outside. It’s the heat, the energy, the mysterious, invisible bond cracking and pulling us to them.

You don’t have to see a net for it to be there, waiting to catch you.

It’s not unnerving.

It’s as safe as it is thrilling.

“Mr. Hawke.” Zar shakes Colt’s hand. “Mr. Bronson.” He shakes mine. “Helluva win today. Congratulations. That running pass in the first quarter? Twenty-one yards to Hawke, who dove into the end zone? Dayum, y’all are faster than a prairie fire with a tailwind.”

I laugh. I keep shaking his hand.

Suddenly, I sense who Zar is—he’s the one Ruby protects.

“Thank you,” I answer. “So you’re a big fan?”

“Oh,” Zar grins, his dark eyes dancing, “I do love the sport.”

Luca orders us a round of Ouzo, a traditional Greek liquor.

Blair huddles with Ruby and Scarlett. No telling what those women are laughing about.

“Your restaurants in Atlanta.” Luca hands us our drinks. “I’m impressed. We dined there last month. You have an innovative menu; classic meets cutting edge.”

“Thanks.” Colt leans on the gleaming wood bar. “Next time you’re back in A-town, let us know. It’ll be our treat.”

“Would you ever be interested in another venture?”

“Yeah,” Colt answers for us. “We’re looking to expand.”

Colt has an appetite for risk. Me? I prefer more secure investments, but that’s another thing that makes us a perfect match.

“We’re opening a property in West Palm Beach,” Luca explains. “Let’s talk more if you’re interested.” He nods to Zar. “My CFO has all the numbers.”

“I have the numbers,” Zar adds, “and I have an invitation.”

But my eyes are drawn to the way his arm brushes Luca’s. How their intimacy is covert. How it’s like what Colt and I share. How it surges the heat in my veins. Oddly, I feel safe and seduced.

“Tomorrow,” Zar continues, “let Ruby bring you to my beach house for a Lowcountry boil. There are some others I’d like you to meet.”

Colt glances at me. I know the look. We’ve exchanged it so many times when we fear we’ve been outed.

But we don’t need to fear Zar. Right?

“These others,” I ask. “Can they be trusted?”

Zar nods. “As much as they need to trust you.”

Trust.

It’s the most valuable emotion today.

I’ve trusted Colt from the moment he told me that my fly was open on the first day of our sophomore year. And yeah, it turned me on that he was staring at my dick.

I knew I could trust Blair when I was about to step into my Anatomy class, but someone stepped on the back of my Jordans. “What the…?” I almost tripped, whipping around to see her grinning.

“You got a shoe comet.” She saved me from certain embarrassment before I walked in front of a hundred students with toilet paper on my shoe.

Toilet paper that was her fault, I reminded her while she scooped it up. “Yeah, well,” she winked, “Bronson, I may give you shit, but it’s safe with me.”

That’s why it hurt so bad. For two long hours today, I thought Colt had betrayed my trust in the worst way. I felt sick. But now I know what Reese did, and all I want to do is show Colt tonight how he can always trust me.

He can always trust us.

Again, despite what Blair says, this time always applies, too.

So, if Zar is friends with Ruby. If Blair knows Luca Mercier, and it seems she knows his wife, too. Then, yeah, I’m learning to trust.

“Alright.” I nod to Zar. “We’ll be there.”

We finish our round of drinks. They wish us a good night. A gold elevator whisks us to the top floor, to the same suite I shared with Blair on Valentine’s night.

“Did you plan this?” I swipe our guest card, holding the door open for her. “Did you tell Ruby about our night here?”

“What about your night here?” Colt flops down on the lavish sofa in the suite’s living room.

“Oh,” Blair shrugs, “I fucked myself in front of that mirror for Beau.” She points to the massive, gold-framed one on the wall opposite the windows to the Charleston harbor outside. “And then we fucked for the first time on that bed.” She smiles, pointing to the one in the adjoining bedroom. “That’s where he tied me up and gave me my blue cock alien fuck fantasy, too. So, to thank him, I fucked Beau in the spa shower before we fell asleep.”

Did I just blush?

Yep, I did.

“You fucked Beau?” Colt sounds intrigued. “When is it my turn?”

“Damn, y’all.” I unbutton my shirt. “Can we catch our breath first? It’s been a day.”

“Which part?” Blair curls up beside Colt. “The part where you kicked ass and beat Philadelphia in the last forty seconds? Or the part where you discovered either you or Colt has a son with Reese? Or the part where you just met the sexy Texas nexus of a network?”

“All of the above,” I answer.

“I wanna talk about this network.” Colt slings his arm over her shoulder, asking, “What was that between you and Luca Mercier downstairs? And before you answer, can I just say—damn, that man is fine.”

“I’m standing right here.” I toss my shirt on a chair.

“I know you are, sweet cheeks.” Colt grins, admiring my abs. “I can look but never touch. And don’t tell me you didn’t look either because Zar Rollins is fine as fuck, too.”

Blair laughs. “Watch out because Zar Rollins belongs to Luca Mercier.”

“Wait? What?” I’m sounding like a broken record today. “Someone, please tell me which end is up.”

“Alright.” Blair kicks off her heels, curling them under her while she curls into Colt even more. “Here’s what I know. Luca Mercier is madly in love with his wife, Scarlett, and she’s also his proud sub. So is Zar. They shop at Delta’s, and when I worked there, they made my panties wet with every kinky BDSM purchase they made.”

Colt grabs his crotch.

Noted: my man may be down for more bondage.

“But obviously,” Blair explains, “Ruby is not with them. They’re family. So, she’s with someone else. And that’s what I’ve been trying to figure out. I keep wondering if it’s my sister and her secret man, but Ruby and Vale swear they’re not together. Not sexually, at least.”

“Holy, poly puzzle.” I aim for the bar in the room. “I need a goddamn offensive play diagram.”

Colt laughs, “Sure sounds like a lot of coverage, line holes, and slot backs.”

“No,” Blair chuckles. “We’ll wait and find out more tomorrow. Because somehow, Zar connects them all. That much I can tell.”

“But Zar’s the CFO of Mercier Hotels,” Colt asks what I’m thinking. “So, how the hell is he connected to NFL players?”

“Don’t worry your sexy hair knot,” Blair answers. I glance over my shoulder. She’s turning to straddle Colt, to kiss him. “We just need to focus on you tonight. We want to make sure you’re okay.”

Blair always does this.

She feels what I feel.

And it’s all love.

“I’m dandy,” Colt teases. “I want to hear more about you fucking Beau. I thought I was his first.”

“You were,” I answer, taking a swig of Glenlivet. We are getting the VIP treatment. “But Blair was the first to play with my ass and make me admit that I liked it, that I wanted more.”

Damn, my dick is a circuit breaker.

It just turned on, and the electricity travels from me to Blair kissing Colt, to Colt undressing Blair. Then to me, minutes later, holding Colt’s naked back to my chest while I can’t bury my cock deep enough inside him.

I press my lips to his ear. “Fuck, I love you so much.” He gets so damn hard, his dick bobbing swollen and long, while I fuck him for Blair to watch.

She drives us insane. She’s fucking beautiful, naked, and fingering her pussy while she sits on the sofa, witnessing our love, our trust.

“Gimme that pussy, too,” Colt growls. So Blair lets him suck on her glistening fingers before he’s overcome by what we feel—our need for her.

He bends over, burying his mouth in her taste while she writhes over his tongue, never taking her eyes off of me while I fuck Colt and praise her.

“Yes, Kitten.” I grab Colt’s waist. I pound inside him. He moans into her sex while I lock my gaze on hers. “Rub that sweet pussy all over his sexy face.” Colt moans. “He loves it when you soak his beard with your cum.” I reach around, matching my thrusts to my fist, stroking Colt’s hard cock.

He’s dripping; he’s moaning for us.

“Feel it, Kitten?” Blair moans for me, too. “Feel how every time I pound my dick into his ass, it shoves his tongue up your sweet cunt?”

“Oh fuck.” Blair’s about to come. She’s breathtaking when she does, and it makes me savage, wanting to take her there. I crave taking Colt, too. Our bodies belong connected. My thrusts make Colt grunt. They make Blair grab his hair, suffocating him in her lust.

“Come for us, Kitten.” My voice makes her eyelids drop. “Yes, that’s it. Be our dirty little girl and come for your daddies while you watch us fuck each other before we fuck you, too.”

Blair bucks. Her eyes roll. Her thighs shake while she comes, and that makes Colt’s cock swell, rigid, and aching in my grasp.

“Fuck yes, baby.” My free hand palms Colt’s sweating back. “Fuck yes, come for me, too. Always, Colt. You’re always mine to fuck.”

Colt groans, his thighs shaking against mine. Shamelessly, he spurts, coming on the carpet, and I love it. It gets me off. It makes me pound harder. It makes me give him everything I have because he can take it.

He can take so much, and he already has, and I cry out, kissing his back while I come, too.

“Baby.” My lips brush over his skin before I gaze up at Blair, who’s caressing Colt’s head between her legs. “Baby,” I tell them, “we’ll have our own kids, I swear.”