25. McKinley
“Fuck, yes!”
I fly around the back of the net and crash into Alexander, slapping his helmet. “Atta boy, Krum!”
Another goal brings the score to 2-1. Florida isn’t making it easy for us; the game has been tense, and we were tied for the first two periods.
This final period is ours though, not only because I love winning, but because my people are here—Chance, Presley, Avery, and Alyssa—and they’re all wearing my jersey.
My eyes dart to the glass as I skate back to our side of the rink. Alyssa waves frantically, holding up a giant foam finger, while Avery dodges it so he doesn’t get hit in the face. My throat tightens at the sight of them, and a sense of belonging sinks deep into my bones. I’ve always dreamed of having a family of my own; of having people I love cheering me on at my games; of getting to take care of them, and share my love with them.
Chance says something to Presley, whispering it in her ear, and she tosses her head back as she laughs. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, and she looks so fucking adorable in my oversized jersey. My heart swells. I never thought I’d see her again, yet here she is, filling the hole she once left in my heart.
Chance gazes down at her with an unbridled smile on his usually stoic face, and it takes my breath away. All I’ve ever wanted for him was to be happy; to know his worth; to feel loved. Losing Presley made me lose him too, and it was so damn hard seeing him on the ice and not being able to have him the way we used to be.
It feels like a dream, having them both back in my life again.
Chance’s dark eyes meet mine as I purposely skate past their seats, and he shoots me a wink. He looks absolutely fuckable in a black backwards hat and my name across his back—something I know wasn’t easy for him to wear.
Desire lights my skin on fire as Presley bites her bottom lip, a hidden promise for later reflecting in her gaze.
Fuck, I need to focus.
Can’t win this game with a boner.
I snap back into position, and Florida sends the puck down the ice. I intercept it and pass it to Alexander for a breakaway. The crowd roars as he skates past their defense, and I fly up on his right. He passes it back to me and I take the shot.
The buzzer goes off, and that familiar rush of victory takes over me.
My head immediately snaps to my loves in the stands. Avery lifts Alyssa and spins her around, while Chance and Presley are on their feet, arms overhead, clapping and cheering.
For me.
My teammates slap me on the back as I make my way to the boards. I stop in front of Chance and Presley, and press my gloved hand against the glass. Presley reaches out and flattens her palm against the other side, gazing up at me with pride. To my surprise, Chance covers her hand with his to join us. It’s a small gesture, but it’s a momentous deal; he’s showing me that he’s serious about what he said—he’s ready to be out, to be with me, with us.
Emotion strangles me as I reluctantly tear myself away from the glass and force myself to head into the locker room.
The locker room smells like sweat and victory, and the guys are all buzzing with excitement. I pull off my gear and shower at lightning speed.
“Let’s go out and celebrate, Mac.” Trenton nudges me with his elbow after we’re dressed. “Where do you wanna go?”
I grin. “There’s only one place I want to be right now, and it’s not in a bar.”
He coughs out an incredulous laugh. “Hell has frozen over. Mac doesn’t want to party?”
“Nope.” I wink. “Just a no-pants party of three for me tonight.”
Jason laughs. “Yeah, same.”
We high-five each other while the other guys hoot and slap us in the asses with their dirty towels.
“Be jealous, motherfuckers,” I shout as I hold my arms out wide as I walk backward toward the door. “I’m about to have the hottest sex you’ll never get to experience in your life.”
The kids are asleep by the time I get to Presley’s house.
She lets me peek in on them, and I chuckle when I spot Alyssa passed out in her bed, still clutching the foam finger.
“She was so pumped when you scored that last goal,” Presley whispers as she closes the door to Alyssa’s bedroom. “I doubt she’ll have a voice left tomorrow.”
I grin with pride. “And Avery? Did he enjoy the game?”
She nods. “I even caught him snapping a few pictures and videos—that’s teenager for him having a good time.”
I press her up against the wall in the hallway, breathing in her sweet scent. “What about you, pretty girl? Did you have a good time tonight?”
“You know I did.” She lifts her arms around the back of my neck. “I still get turned on watching you play.”
My dick twitches. “And I still get turned on seeing you in my jersey.”
She brushes her nose against me. “Take it off me.”
I scoop her into my arms and her legs wrap around my waist. I stride the rest of the way to her room, and lock the door behind us. Chance is waiting on the bed, sitting up against the headboard—still wearing my jersey.
I toss Presley onto the bed, drinking in the sight of them with my number sprawled across their bodies.
Palming my dick over my sweatpants, I groan. “Never thought I’d see the day Chance Kellerman would wear a Goldfinches jersey.”
He arches a brow. “I only did it so it’d break your concentration on the game. Figured you’d end up losing, and give my team the upper hand when we play you next week.”
I pull my hoodie over my head, and drop it to the floor along with my T-shirt and pants. “I’ll let you lie to me if it makes you feel better. We both know the real reason you wore it.”
He lifts his chin. “And why’s that?”
I crawl onto the bed and kiss my way up Presley’s bare thighs, keeping my eyes locked on Chance. “Because you want the world to know you’re mine.”
He watches me, and says nothing to deny it.
My dick hardens at the thought of everyone in that arena seeing my name on both of their backs—knowing that they support me, that they were there for me.
I slide my hands underneath Presley’s jersey, and drag her thong down her legs. Then I nestle between her lush thighs, and skim a soft lick along her pussy.
“God damn, I’ve been thinking of this all day.” I close my eyes and breathe her in, pressing open-mouthed sloppy kisses against her most sensitive spot.
Chance leans over and captures her mouth, swallowing her moan. “You’re going to have to keep quiet, baby. Think you can do that for us?”
She shakes her head and lets out a breathy, “No.”
I smile. “That’s okay, pretty girl. Chance will help you.”
I devour her pussy, relentlessly teasing and licking and sucking, not coming up for air until I’ve had my fill. Chance lies beside her and kisses her, lazily pumping his dick in slow strokes as he watches me work her over. When her thighs start to shake, Presley reaches down and grips two handfuls of my hair. Her back arches off the mattress, and Chance kisses her hard so she can’t scream out.
Which is such a shame, because I love the sound of my name on her lips.
Chance and I kiss and caress every inch of her skin while she comes down from her high. Then she moves onto all fours, and tosses me a devious smirk over her shoulder.
I groan, and smooth my palm over her ass before giving it a firm smack. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She arches a brow. “How are you going to keep quiet now, hmm?”
“I’ve been trying to figure out that mystery for years,” Chance murmurs. I flip him off and he smirks as he shifts onto his knees in front of Presley. “Let’s see who she can make come first.”
I scoff. “I’ve got stamina for days, baby.”
Presley shakes her head as she takes Chance’s cock into her hand, backing her ass up to my hips at the same time—silencing us both. “Less talking, more fucking.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Chance’s eyes roll back in his head as she sucks him all the way into her mouth. “ Fuck .”
I rub myself against her ass, teasing myself before I reach over into her nightstand to look for condoms. There’s a brand-new box inside, and I chuckle to myself. My girl got prepared. I tear off one from the pack, and roll it over my length.
Chance threads his fingers through Presley’s hair and holds her head steady as he thrusts his hips forward. His muscles flex, his jaw slack as he gazes down at her, and my dick grows impossibly hard at the sight of him at her mercy.
I coat myself in her arousal, and press my crown against her entrance. I push slow inch by inch, until I’m buried as deep as I can go. Then I pull all the way out, and do it again. And again.
“I love filling you up like this, pretty girl—me inside your tight pussy while you swallow his cock.”
Presley’s back arches, and I can hear the sound of her breathy moans as her head stops bobbing in front of Chance.
“Our girl loves it too. She can barely suck me off while you’re fucking her like that.” Chance caresses her face with the back of his hand. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”
His grip on her hair tightens as his hand forms a fist, and he begins fucking her mouth. I match his rhythm and plunge in and out of her, hard and fast.
She loves to be used, to let us take control. She trusts us, and she knows we’re the only ones who can make her feel this way.
Chance leans over and grabs the back of my neck, hauling my mouth to his. We fuck Presley, and enjoy each other at the same time, each of us so in tune with the other.
“You ready to come yet?” I taunt Chance, nipping at his bottom lip.
He arches a brow. “Looking for an easy out?”
“Hardly.” I slow my pace, and fuck Presley in slow, deep strokes as she lets out a muffled moan. “How many times do you think we can make our girl come?”
Chance reaches down and caresses her face. “We’re going to take our time with you tonight, baby. You think you can handle us?”
She nods as she takes his cock deeper into her mouth, gagging as she does, and pushes her ass against me.
“Yeah, of course you can,” Chance murmurs, his gaze fixed on her lips where she’s wrapped around him. “Make her come, Stephen. I want to hear her try to moan my name while she’s choking on my dick.”
With one hand gripping her hip, I slip the other underneath her body and play with her clit while I drive into her, fast and hard the way I know she loves to be fucked right before she comes.
Chance talks her through it while she ascends. “Such a good girl taking the both of us like this, baby. You’re going to soak his cock with that pretty little pussy while you take me down your throat. You love being filled up, don’t you, hmm? Yeah, you fucking do.”
My dick throbs as Chance continues, and I have to use all of my focus not to blow too soon.
Presley’s moans get louder, so Chance thrusts his hips and gags her. Her pussy becomes impossibly wetter, the sound of my dick sliding in and out of her echoing throughout the room.
“She’s close,” I whisper. Her walls swell and clench me so tight. “Come for us, pretty girl.”
“That’s right, baby.” Chance grips her face in both hands, holding her still while he thrusts in and out of her mouth. “Just like that. Let go.”
Presley falls apart, her entire body shaking as her core spasms around me.
Chance’s mouth drops open, and I know by that look on his face that he’s close too. I haul his mouth to mine, and swallow his groans as he comes down Presley’s throat. And once both of them are riding through the aftershocks, I finally allow myself to have my turn. My jaw clenches as I try to stifle my sounds.
Chance shifts on the bed and takes my face into his hands while I pump my release. “You look so beautiful when you come, Stephen.”
I capture his lips, and surrender everything to him—to them.
They can have all of me, all of my heart.
It’s always belonged to them, even after all this time.
And I’ll fight like hell to keep them this time, no matter what.