Chapter 71
ELI
The atmosphere in the locker room is tense as we gear up to play New York.
Jayden’s locker is empty—the sight of it has my insides knotting with unease.
I know his meeting with Gerry became a formality and an attempt by management to get insight into what is going on before they signed the NDA.
Still, his empty stall makes the reality of not having him here too glaring.
I hate it.
How lonely it makes me feel in the midst of the pregame chaos. I’m untethered without him. There is a piece of me missing, and there isn’t a part of me that isn’t clamoring for its return.
In contrast to the atmosphere in the locker room, rink side, it’s loud, and the frenetic energy vibrates in the air while we file through to the tunnel.
All the guys move past me as I buy myself a few more seconds with a last check of my pads and the grip on my stick. I know they’re fine, but Jayden’s out here in the hallway. I can feel him before I see him, looking for me with the same eagerness I’m seeking him out with.
“Looking good,” he tells me with a soft grin when I pause in front of him.
In spite of his casual tone, his eyes hold a mix of contrition, disappointment, and frustration. I know his actions are his own, yet it stings that me and my past is the reason he’s suspended.
“Get everything out of your head,” Jayden says with an encouraging inhale and exhale. “I know you’re worrying about the District Attorney reaching out yesterday and all the shit surrounding that, but right now, they don’t matter, Sweetheart.”
“I know.”
“Good.”
My eyes rove down from his stare to his lips. When he licks over them, my pulse stutters. The lurch in my chest edges me closer to him so that I can feel his suited chest graze mine.
“You’re wearing my tie,” I croak past my goofy smile.
JJ hates ties. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in one. He always wears the top buttons of his shirt open and a pocket square in the team colors.
“Fin gets to wear your jersey, I get to wear your tie,” he retorts with a glint in his eyes that brightens up his entire demeanor when my breath hitches. “We’re all team Sylkes tonight.”
Well, damn!
I’m speechless as he takes my helmet from my hand and places it on my head, tipping my face up to clip the strap. The contact is minimal, and as quickly as he grazes his thumb along my jaw, his hand drops to his side.
No, bring it back. I’m begging silently as a few of the equipment team hurry past us, and he eases back a tad.
“I miss you,” the words tumble from my chest, sounding forlorn, as though we didn’t wake up together, shower together, eat breakfast next to each other… Like, he didn’t drive me to the arena.
“I’m right here, Eli.”
“It’s not the same, JJ. I want you with me out there.”
“Okay,” Jayden murmurs with a one-sided quirk to his mouth while he pulls his navy and gold pocket square from his jacket and stuffs it into the top of my jersey beneath my pads. “There. You got me right here—” He presses his palm to my chest. “—with you.”
“Still not the same.” I shuffle forward, pressing my chest deeper into his hand. Wishing the heat of his touch would permeate through the layers of fabric and padding straight to my skin and bones. “I guess it’ll have to do for tonight.”
“It’s my lucky hanky.”
“You don’t have a lucky hanky.”
“I will if you go out there and beat those big apple asses into a pulp.” Jayden tugs off my glove quickly, and while he laces our hands together, he leans in, bringing his lips close to my ear. “Go make it lucky for me, Sweetheart.”
Fuck, if he would cant his head towards my face, just a smidge, I’d get a feel of his lips. I need it so much that I’d risk everything for his kiss right now.
So it’s a good thing one of us is thinking clearly when he pulls away. Both hands grip my helmet even as Jayden takes a step back.
“Give those Yankees hell, Babe,” he croons hoarsely.
Grasping my stick tighter in one hand and clutching my glove in the other, I nod. “Anything for you, Baby.”
***
Good Lord.
The louder Fin screams, the tighter my insides coil with the urgent need to feel her come apart for me.
My vision is going hazy with the painful clench of her pussy around me when JJ sucks her clit.
Every inch of her trembles over me, back bowing off my chest, giving me a glimpse of my name across her back when he grips her ass and fucks me with her drenched pussy.
Bracing my hands on the back of the couch, on either side of my hips, I jackhammer deeper into our girl with every lap of his tongue from the root of my cock to the top of her slit.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” she chokes with a hoarse groan when he jerks her forward, shifting her on my lap. “So fucking deep.”
Fin’s back presses into my chest as Jayden drapes her legs on his shoulders.
Slowly, he stands, pressing them to her chest when he braces himself over us.
She’s practically folded in half when he brings his face close to ours.
His forehead is mashed to my lips the same way his lips are crushed to her forehead.
“Too much, Baby?” He asks, and when she sobs in reply, he bears his weight down a tad more. “Good. You’re gonna feel him all the way to that pretty soul of yours.”
Goddamn. Her pussy clenches tighter, sucking me all the way down to the root with a sharp whine that litters the air with her heated agony.
He’s stroking his long dick along mine and Fin’s wet flesh. Rutting with the same intense, body-coiling desperation pounding through my veins.
I’m so fucking close. Sweat beads on every inch of my skin with every flex of my hips and drive of Jayden’s groin. Each time I bottom out, our girl screams louder. Voice breaking with the brutal quake of her body.
“Don’t stop… Please,” Fin begs through gritted teeth, hands clawing at JJ’s forearms when he peels back, flattening a large palm to the length of his cock while he continues thrusting and grinding into where we’re joined.
I’ve never seen anything so hot, so perfect, as when his precum leaks from his slit, leaving glistening trails of his need on Fin’s creamy skin.
So. Fucking. Perfect.
I don’t know what pushes me off the edge. Fin’s orgasm choking my cock, or the sight of the three of us rutting and grinding.
Fuck, I don’t know what’s better. Filling our girl with my cum, or watching him fuck it back into her along with his release.
I just know that this—us—is every reason I would walk through hell for the rest of my life. We are the reason I refuse to lose.
Him.
Her.
Us.