Chapter 20
June
Excuse me, what?
I’d been having the most wonderful first date with Cole. We were hitting it off in a way that was extremely rare, in my experience. I’d spent the whole drive home thinking about what might happen upstairs in my apartment.
When I saw Rhett standing outside the building, I thought the night was ruined. Especially when Cole saw him there. Sure, I’d already told Cole what had happened between me and the right wing, but it was a lot different being confronted at the end of a date.
But then he said something I never expected him to. Something insane.
“Cole and I have done that before with a woman. And we’ve always wanted to try it again.”
I stared at Rhett in shock. He had to be joking.
But when I glanced over at Cole, he looked pissed about what Rhett had said. And he wasn’t immediately denying it.
They’ve shared a woman before?
Immediately, my imagination bombarded me with images. A faceless woman wedged between their shirtless bodies in the locker room, Cole kissing her on the lips while Rhett slowly kissed a trail down the back of her neck, hands squeezing her ass as he moved lower…
I gave myself a shake. “You’re being serious right now?”
“Deadly serious,” Rhett replied. “But I don’t want to crash y’all’s date. If I’m imposing at all, just tell me to fuck off.”
I glanced at Cole again. His cheeks were red, but there was something new behind his eyes.
Consideration.
He was thinking about it!
The images returned to my mind, vivid and erotic…
“I can’t help but notice neither of you have said no,” Rhett said.
There was a lump in my throat. I cleared it, then asked Cole, “I’m down for anything, but I don’t want to ruin our date.”
Cole was very still. I wished I could read his mind, to know what was going on behind his stoic eyes.
“It wouldn’t ruin our date,” he said carefully. “Rhett’s right. We’ve always wanted to try that again.”
Oh my God.
Was this seriously being suggested right here, outside my apartment?
The door to the building opened, and one of my neighbors walked out. “Oh, hi Mrs. Willard!” I said.
“Hello, June.” The older woman frowned and looked at both men, then put her hand into her purse, where she kept her pepper spray. “Is everything all right here?”
“Everything’s great! Thanks for asking.” I flashed her a smile.
She looked at us a few more seconds, then walked toward her car.
“Let’s talk about this upstairs,” I said. “I’m not agreeing to anything. Yet.”
“Fair enough,” Cole said.
We went inside and pressed the button for the elevator. While waiting for it, I said, “You two have… uh…”
“Yep!” Rhett said. “And it was fucking hot.”
I looked to Cole for confirmation. He nodded in agreement.
The elevator arrived, and the doors closed. I was keenly aware of just how close the three of us were in the confined space. I could smell each of their colognes individually. They mixed together into something new and exotic.
“Did y’all kiss?” Rhett suddenly asked. “On the date. If it’s none of my business, feel free to say so.”
“No,” I said.
“No, it’s none of my business? Or no, you haven’t kissed yet?”
“No, we haven’t kissed yet,” I confirmed.
Rhett turned to Cole and grinned. “She’s a good kisser.”
And then he turned back to me, pressed me up against the wall of the elevator, and kissed me hard. As his lips churned with mine, I could feel just how much he wanted me. Like he’d been thinking about this all night.
I opened my eyes for a moment and saw Cole watching us. It was strange having him right there while I kissed another man.
But the look in his eyes wasn’t jealousy. It was hunger.
It turned me on more than I ever could have imagined, and I kissed Rhett harder.
Is this the beginning of a threesome? I wondered as the elevator door opened.
Wordlessly, I led them down the hall to my apartment. My mind was racing, and my heart pounded against my ribs like it was trying to escape.
“Sorry about the mess,” I said as we walked inside. “I was meal-prepping today and haven’t had a chance to clean up the dishes.”
Rhett took a look around. “You call this a mess? This is how my place looks after I’ve cleaned it.”
I started to tease him about that, but then Cole grabbed me by the arms and threw me up against the front door.
He kissed me like he was trying to prove something, melding his body against mine in the most wonderful way.
I let out a low moan in my throat, and he responded in kind, his moan deeper and more masculine as we made out.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I heard Rhett say. “Not wasting any time, eh captain?”
Cole tore his lips from mine, but didn’t step back. He stared deeply into my eyes, still looking every bit as hungry as the kiss had implied.
“Well?” I managed to ask. “Was Rhett right? Am I a good kisser?”
Cole’s lips twitched in a smile. “Rhett’s rarely right. But in this case, he is. You’re a wonderful kisser.”
Rhett shouldered into his teammate and took my hand. “Quit hogging her, captain. Let’s get this party started.”
I allowed him to lead me down the hall into my bedroom.
My place was small, so it was easy for him to find even though he’d never been here before.
As soon as we were inside, I took a quick look around.
Thankfully I had made the bed, and it was otherwise clean except for a hamper of dirty laundry in the corner.
But one of my Atlanta Reapers sweatshirts was on top of the pile, covering up any underwear that might have been underneath.
“I’m still shocked Cole came home with you on a first date,” Rhett said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame.
“It was our second date,” Cole replied, eyes locked onto me the whole time.
“Wait, when was the first?” Rhett demanded.
“Long story,” I said, smiling back at Cole. “Neither of you want a drink?”
“Like I said: I’m looking forward to that boozy cider,” Cole replied, striding toward me. “But I also said I want it after.”
“You did say that.”
Cole wrapped me in his arms again and kissed me, this time sliding his tongue into my mouth. I accepted it eagerly, and let him push me sideways onto the bed.
“Do I get an assist for this?” Rhett asked, stripping his shirt off and tossing it on the ground.
“Hopefully an assist and a goal,” I replied.
Rhett sat on the edge of the bed, one leg stretched out and the other still planted on the floor. “Don’t mind me. Just gonna watch a little first.”
“Watch and learn,” Cole said, pushing me onto my back and covering me with his body. “Good thing you have a veteran like me here to show you the ropes.”
Rhett scoffed. “I recall showing you how it’s done the last time we double-teamed a lady.”
Before I could ask any more, Cole claimed my mouth again, and I arched for more, melting into him with a languorous moan as I lazily raked my fingers through his dirty blonde hair.
And even as his tongue plunged deeper into my mouth, I could feel him holding back, fighting to contain his most primal urge.
His fingertips ghosted along my ribs, the contact sparking a fire between my legs. I rolled my hips, and he moaned into my open mouth, shaking with how much he wanted me, and how hard it was for him to maintain control. I fucking loved feeling him this way. Barely able to contain himself.
But that wasn’t the main reason my underwear was soaked through.
“Why are you stopping?” Rhett asked from his spot at the head of the bed. His eyes were streaked with heat, and one corner of his mouth curled in a smirk as he stroked the visible bulge in his pants.
“Catching my breath.” I let my gaze linger on his crotch, watched him shift as he grew even more aroused. It was probably throbbing at this point.
Aching for me.
My pussy clenched. The anticipation was killing me, but I was determined to savor this night.
I was knocked out of my thoughts by a hot, pressing kiss.
Cole was on my lips again, his hands all around me…
In my hair, on my face, sliding down my shoulders and arms, pressing fingerprints into my ribs.
But I noticed he was playing it safe. Whether he was just warming up or still unsure of Rhett’s presence, I didn’t care.
To urge him on, I slid my hands down to grab his ass.
A surprised gasp washed out of him, and I heard Rhett make a small moan from his spot a few feet away.
Good. I brought my hand around, this time squeezing Cole’s hard length through his boxers.
My reward was a sudden but distinct buck of the hips, his hard-on straining in my hand. He seemed to be settling in now.
Which was just perfect.
He broke from my mouth to kiss down my jaw and the length of my throat, tilting my head to the side. “You taste so goddamn good.”
My eyes fell on Rhett, shirtless now, but still palming himself through his pants. Arousal coiled in my core, throbbing as it tightened around my clit. Impatient. Especially with the heat bleeding off him like this, radiating across the floor to lick my skin wherever his gaze fell.
“Keep going,” I said, the order meant for both of them.
Rhett’s gaze snapped back to mine, and he almost looked insulted that I dared give him instruction. Even so, an unmistakable shiver of pleasure coursed through him, and his hips jerked up.
I was pulled back to Cole when I realized his kisses had reached my breasts, where he teased his tongue around my left nipple.
I grabbed his head and pulled it exactly where I wanted it.
It was wrong to compare them, but there was no getting around it.
Where Rhett’s arrogance fueled his commanding pace when we were together, Cole’s confidence seeped through in that quietly steady way it did when he was on the ice.
Self-assured, but not cocky. Nothing to prove to anyone.
He guided me to lie down, a possessive hand on my hip. “Look at me.”