Shameless Game (Shameless Sport #1)

Chapter 33

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

“If you’re gonna be a dick, then show it.”

BLAIR

“Oh my god.”

Sleep. I need sleep.

“Put the pussy poker away.”

That’s Beau’s cock.

His morning wood is a tail splitter. So, I shake my ass, trying to shoo him away, but that only makes it worse.

“Come on, Kitten.” Beau nuzzles my neck, rutting against my backside. “Just a little boom, boom.”

My lips are smashed against the pillow, declaring, “There’s nothing little about your boom, boom.”

Silence falls over our hotel bed. I close my eyes, desperate for another hour of sleep, but…

“Uh-huh,” Colt grumbles on the other side of him. “Old Faithful needs to sleep, too.”

“If it’s Old Faithful,” Beau sounds so husky with lust, “then this long rod erupts every hour.”

He must be stroking Colt’s cock, while grinding on my ass. Yes, I love my men. Yes, I will shamelessly fuck them senseless.

But no human alive can take as much as Beau wants to give. It’s sweet, but we’re sore.

“Damn, y’all,” he huffs, almost sounding mad about it. “You’re giving me blue balls.”

I roll over, cracking an eyelid open. “If you’re gonna be a dick, then show it.”

Beau shoves the white sheets down, showing off his angling, thick erection, and my kitty pops her head up. Like a big juicy mouse just crossed her line of sight.

Hmmm. Am I feral or fatigued?

“See what I mean,” he says, making his cock jump. “I keep thinking about this beach house party, and I get hard. I’m horny as hell.”

“Well then.” I yawn. “Save it for the party.”

“Hell no,” he scoffs. “Ruby says we gotta have skin in the game. And if other pros are gonna see my skin flute in a game with y’all, it’s gotta last. I’m not gonna pop one off like a rookie.”

Colt mumbles, “What are we doing this afternoon? Like, what’s the game plan? What’s the play?”

“Hell no,” I groan. “Don’t turn group sex into a group sport with practice, plans, and plays.”

“Why not?” Colt sits up, tousling his long hair. “I’m with him. We gotta be pros, not like we’re back in college and jackhammering every hole we can have.”

“So you were a bad lay in college?”

“Yeah!” Colt schools me, his brows all bent up. “Every man is a bad lay in college. We don’t know what the fuck we’re doing. We’re just too damn excited to be doing it. It is like a sport. It takes practice. It takes knowing some plays. I’m just now getting to be a pro at it.”

“Yeah, you are,” Beau growls, rolling toward him, but Colt laughs, gently shoving him away.

“Tackle her,” he says. “You played my ass hard last night.”

Beau rolls my way, grinning, but I press my palms to his chest. “Whoa, there. I need a break, too. At least a couple of hours. At least until we eat breakfast and I call Reese.”

“Fuck.” Beau falls back on his pillow. “Congratulations. That’s an instant boner-killer.”

“Maybe so.” I toss the sheet off me. “But I mean it. I’m fixing this shit today.”

I open our bedroom door to find a gold cart, brimming with brass-covered breakfast dishes, waiting for us in the living room. A folded notecard reads.

Thank you for trusting us.

See you soon,

Zar

Colt ambles naked my way, reading the note while scratching his abs like he’s starving. Then, he lifts a lid. “Hell yeah! Blueberry pancakes.”

“Blair!” Beau shouts from the bed. “If they sent us blueberry pancakes for breakfast, that means you told Ruby about our blue alien fucks.”

I munch a slice of bacon. “I’m an innocent virgin. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Raven,” Colt grabs a plate, “you make guilty as fuck look gorgeous as hell.”

“What?” I shrug, turning to find Beau staring at me with a you’re busted grin. “We’re about to have skin in the game with Ruby, remember? What’s wrong with sharing our alien fuck tales? Hell, I write about them all the time.”

We pile onto the bed with our plates. The guys don’t want to be rude. They eat everything on the tray.

While they lie back in a food coma, I’ve had three cups of coffee, so I’m more than ready.

Colt places the call on his phone then hands it to me.

“Hey,” Reese answers.

“Hey,” I reply. “It’s me.”

She pauses before she shrieks, “Blair! Is that you?”

“Yep, roll tide roll and all that shit.”

“But… ” she stammers, her tone dropping along with her logic. “This is Colt’s number, so that means?—”

“It means I know, and so does Beau.”

“Beau? Wait? You’re with Colt right now? And Beau?”

I could almost feel bad for her. This is an ambush. But all is fair in love and war and secrets.

“Yes. I’m with Beau, and I’m with Colt. We’re in a loving throuple. That’s our secret. What’s yours?”

“Blair,” she murmurs, “I don’t want any trouble. I got my life together. I have a son.”

“Yeah, I know. And honestly, Reese, I’m glad you got it together. I’m glad you’re happy and healthy. Truly. But what about Colt? What about his son? Or is he Beau’s?”

I hear laughter, like lots of kids in the background. She must be at a park somewhere.

So, she whispers, “I have a husband. My son has a dad who he loves very much. I can’t rip their world apart.”

“So you’ll rip Colt’s apart instead? Like you haven’t hurt him enough?” Damn, what I want to say. How I want to shred Reese with my words. I know I can, but there’s been enough damage done. It’s time to heal. And there’s a child involved. “Reese, we know what you did to Colt.”

I reach for his hand and squeeze it. He’s wrapped in Beau’s arms, squeezing my hand back.

“I’m sorry,” Reese almost sobs. “I’m so sorry. I’ve told Colt so many times. I know it was wrong. So wrong.”

“Well, it’s time to stop saying it was wrong and act to make it right.”

“I can’t. Jake thinks Forrest is his, and Forrest loves his dad. He’s a good man.”

“Yeah, that’s what Colt says because Colt is a good man, too. He’s protected your lies for too long.”

“This will ruin my marriage. This will break Forrest’s heart.”

“No, Reese. The longer you lie, the more it will hurt. One day, Forrest will know the truth and think of how hurt he’ll be that you kept his father from him all that time. You’re not protecting him. You’re punishing him. And your husband? Well? Love tells the truth. He deserves to know, too.”

She’s silent while I turn to see Beau kissing Colt’s shoulder.

And the irony hits me.

How our love isn’t a lie, but it’s a secret. So, how long before it hurts, too? How long can we hide?

And why should we?

Why, when Beau is holding Colt so tight while Colt holds my hand, should we hide our love? While marriages like Reese’s or my dad’s get to parade around, all public and praised, under the guise of being moral and good?

Because we’re moral.

We’re good.

The way we scarf down blueberry pancakes together. The way Beau swiped maple syrup across my nose for Colt to kiss off, making me giggle. The way we solve a crossword puzzle together in bed or sit in a row, reading our books at night. Or roll over and turn off the light.

Why are three mouths kissing the other goodnight so wrong, but two mouths are so right?

“Look, Reese.” I break the silence. “We’ll give you a month. We’ll pay for a counselor for you to consult with or one who can facilitate these conversations with your husband and son. We don’t want to destroy your family. We just want to have ours, too.”

She rushes, “I don’t think I can do this.”

“Yes, you can and you will,” I answer. “You’re strong. You got sober. I always knew you would. Now get it right.”

“Mommy?” A voice chimes. “Where’s my ball?”

It’s so quiet on our end, Beau hears him. He hears Forrest for the first time, and his expression is a storm of emotions. It matches Colt’s: wonder, love, ache.

“Right here, sweetie. In my backpack,” Reese answers. “Tie your shoe first. And don’t throw near the little kids. Go over there where I can still see you.”

I wait until she asks, “You there?”

“Yes, Reese. We’re here, and we’re not going anywhere.” I draw a deep breath, feeling so damn protective, too. “Listen, you love your husband and son, and I love my men. So don’t make me be a bitch. You know how nuclear that can be. This is happening the easy way or the hard way. It’s your choice. What’ll it be?”

“Okay,” she sighs. “Just give me a few days, and I’ll call back. I promise. Just let me do this my way. I mean… the easy way. Let me talk to my husband first.”

We end the call and I drop the phone on the bed.

Colt holds his arms open, and I crawl over, snuggling his chest. He kisses my hair while Beau reaches over Colt, gently brushing his hand up my back.

“I love you.” That’s Beau, and I smile against Colt’s beating heart.

“I love you, too.”

In our world, you is plural. There isn’t one. There’s three.

Silently, we hold each other until Colt murmurs. “I’m getting hard.”

“Really?” I start laughing. “Can’t we have a sweet moment?”

“We did,” Colt answers. “It’s so damn sweet watching you go all Blair on someone. It turns me on.”

I pull back as Beau appears over Colt’s shoulder. “Yeah, baby,” he agrees. “It’s hot.”

“Hot?” I huff. “You just turned me into a verb.”

“Woman,” Beau grins, “Blair is a verb. It’s a full body and mind fuck. In the best way.”

“Speaking of… ” Colt rolls on top of me.

“Flag on the field!” But I point to the clock on the nightstand. “Ruby will be here in an hour, and we have to get ready.” I bat my lashes. “You gotta be ready for some pro-NFL butt-balling.”

“See what we mean!” Beau laughs, tossing the covers aside. He aims for the shower, proclaiming over his shoulder, “That’s a classic Blair!”