Chapter 39 - Cole
Cole
June’s text made me do a U-turn on the frontage road.
Spending the evening with her would be a lot better than being alone.
I was the first to arrive, but only by about twenty seconds. Elias intercepted me by the front door, some extra pep in his step and a bottle of champagne in his hand.
“We celebrating?” I asked.
He glanced at it, then shrugged. “Outcome wasn’t good. But season was.”
We nodded at each other and took the elevator up. It occurred to me that I hadn’t been with June and Elias at the same time. As far as I knew, he hadn’t been with June and Rhett, either.
I wondered if we would all vibe together. I hoped so.
This might be the ultimate test of what our relationship might look like going forward.
No pressure.
But when June opened the door and let us inside, Rhett was already sitting on the couch.
“What took you so long?” he asked with a grin.
“I made a U-turn to get here,” I said. “How’d you beat me?”
“He was already waiting downstairs when I sent the text,” June explained while letting us inside. “He beat me here.”
She kissed me, a kiss of greeting, but I wasn’t here for formalities or to take my time. After today’s game, I desperately needed June—physically and emotionally.
“Well then.” She pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. “I agree. Why wait?”
I deepened my kiss as June pushed onto her toes to reach me.
She was still wearing her bra, but her stiff nipples rubbed against my bare chest. Her way of teasing me without saying anything.
My tongue delved deeper still, brushing against hers until the rush of it settled in my crotch.
She noticed it instantly, and moved close to grind her hip against my hardening cock.
In a blink, there were another pair of hands on her.
One hand intent on mapping her planes and curves, the other possessively claiming every bare inch.
Elias moved and breathed like a man about to lose his mind if he didn’t have all of her all at once.
I broke the kiss and, with a light touch to her chin, guided her face toward him.
Her mouth stayed open after leaving mine, and easily latched onto him with the same relish.
Her fingers brushed over the bulge that tented his sweatpants, but it was me who shivered. I never thought I could get this turned on by watching her be with another man.
But it was every bit as hot with Elias as it was with Rhett.
Without stopping, eyes still closed, June reached over and slid her other hand into my boxers. As if she were reading my fucking mind. I swayed on the spot, caught off guard by how deliberate she was. No hesitation, just took what was already straining for her.
I dragged my lips over hers again. “I’m starting to feel better already.”
“Good enough to celebrate a great season?” she asked.
Just then, Rhett appeared in the corner of my vision, wearing nothing but a wicked glint in his eye and hefting the bottle of Champagne. It was open. “A celebration isn’t a celebration until the fireworks come out.”
“Champagne,” Elias corrected, looking a little confused.
One corner of Rhett’s mouth curled, and he winked at us. “We’re the fireworks, buddy.” He sauntered over to June, his semi-hard cock swinging, and wrapped an arm around her waist. “And June’s the match.”
With her pressed against him, Rhett lifted the bottle over their heads and tilted his back, pouring some Champagne into his mouth. But instead of swallowing, he bent down to kiss her.
Bubbles spilled between their mouths as they went for it, dripping down her chin and sliding over the hollow of her throat. My cock jerked at the sight. How she let him in, moving without restraint, fingers splayed over his hips while her body leaned back into mine.
“Show off,” I scoffed, and Rhett winked at me.
He pulled back, gesturing to June with the bottle. “Now I want you to show off a little and get out of those jeans.”
The flush in her cheeks deepened and spread along her neck and chest. But there was nothing shy about her movements. She caught her lip between her teeth, teasing us with the way she peeled out of that denim, kicking it aside. Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her underwear.
“Leave it.”
Our heads snapped to Elias, who’d been quiet this whole time. Holding eye contact, June slowly pulled back her thumbs, and lifted her hands in surrender.
“Better?” Her eyebrow quirked up.
Elias nodded, expression tight with how turned on he clearly was. “Better.”
The tension relaxed around us, as if the space in the room was breathing. Just as quickly though, it started simmering again.
“Give me that.” I took a sip from the bottle, letting the cold hit my tongue before pressing my mouth to hers.
She parted her lips, the champagne spilling between us—a little dry, a little bitter—running down her chin. I chased it with my mouth, sucking at her flesh until she moaned. Fuck, I loved the way she responded to me, her body so ready to give me everything I wanted.
I dropped my mouth to her neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses over the sticky champagne trail. She moaned again, rocking her hips back and forth. Pulling back to catch a breath, I realized it wasn’t because of me.
Elias’ fingers were giving her some urgent attention over her underwear, his other hand stroking is dick.
“Bedroom,” he rasped, voice so choked up it was barely a whisper. “Lie down.”
June blinked at him, alarmed by the sudden change of tone but very clearly turned on by it.
She fucking loved it. I watched her back up down the hall, into the bedroom, never taking her eyes off us and how we kept ourselves ready.
When her legs hit the bed, she slid onto it and lay back with a sensuous sigh.
That single breath seemed to float through the air straight at me, brushing over my cock to make it even harder.
Elias and I shed the last of our clothes and approached without wasting a second. Rhett kneeled on her left, I was on her right, and Elias, the sneaky bastard, took up the prized spot between her legs. Her heat curled up my nostrils, the air between us thick with arousal.
Rhett bent down, his face hovering over her breast. “Here.”
I dribbled champagne over her chest, the small stream trickling right where he pointed.
June arched her back, lips trembling as he sucked the bubbles from her stiff nipple.
Tongue circling and flicking in turn, tugging it hard between his wet lips.
She squirmed on the bed, and her hand shot out in search of something to hold onto.
Thankfully for me, my dick was right there.
Her fingers closed around my throbbing shaft and squeezed down.
“Here.” Elias pointed to her bellybutton.
“Oh, God.” She lifted her hips once the chilled liquid hit her there. He lowered his mouth with a greedy grunt, and sipped it up.
Rhett kept up his steady attention at her breast, and with Elias licking and biting down there, it gave me an idea. I met her eyes, the bottle suspended high over her.
“And what’ll you be having, Captain?” She licked her lips.
I poured a steady stream into the hollow of her throat and followed it immediately, my blazing hot mouth thawing the chill there as I drank it in. I spread wet kisses over her collar bone, sneaking up to suck the skin on her neck just hard enough to make her whine but not leave a mark.
She buried her fingers in my hair and lifted my face to hers.
The kiss was hot and sloppy, our tongues gliding over each other in a desperate attempt to quench this unquenchable thirst. I snagged her bottom lip between my teeth and pulled back.
June cried out in surprise, her head pressed into the pillows.
But again, it wasn’t all me.
Elias had drifted lower with his eager tongue, and was now teasing her over her underwear. A few hard drags of his tongue got her shaking with pleasure, then he bit down on the waistband and let it snap back.
A needy whimper fell from her lips. “I want to feel you. Now.”
But to all of our surprise, the guy who’d been pawing at her like a kid who couldn’t wait to open his present didn’t shove his face into her pussy.
Elias rocked back on his knees, stroking himself.
I always knew his cock was huge. Everything about him was fucking huge.
Now, though, it strained full and thick to the point of looking like he’d lose it if he didn’t come soon.
“No,” he said simply, gliding a firm hand up and down over himself. “We’ll watch.”
June’s eyes widened, pupils blown out. She wanted him, but she also liked being told what to do. Her hand drifted down her wet, sticky abdomen, and inched toward the wet spot on her underwear that definitely wasn’t from the champagne.
She slid two fingers over it, working her clit through the damp material. Rhett and I attended to her breasts while Elias continued jerking, his eyes locked on the steady motion of her fingers.
I palmed the soft mound of her breast, taking her nipple between two fingers and rolling it gently. There was nothing quiet or still about her as she lost herself in the constant pleasure all over her body. The throb in my cock turned into an ache, a painful declaration that I was on borrowed time.
I reached down and stilled June’s movements with a gentle touch. Her gaze shot up, questioning. I held it, while I hooked one finger into her underwear and pulled it aside. Grazing my lips over hers, I said, “Keep going.”
She did. Her fingers moving fast over her clit. With purpose. Her jaw grew slack, breath coming in short, quick pants on my mouth. I dipped my head to kiss her, and she groaned into my mouth.
“There she is,” Rhett breathed.
That did the trick. June tensed, her legs shooting out straight and her hips pushing back into the bed as she came apart. The tremors that raked through her body jerked through me too, and a small squirt of arousal spilled out of me.
“That’s it,” I encouraged her. “That’s how it’s done.”
“Wrong,” Elias said with a smirk as he moved forward.