Chapter 7
They were up to something. I probably should have run for the hills after Eli’s dirty warning in the middle of practice, but part of me was waiting to see if he was kidding or not. Part of me didn’t want him to be, but the sane part of me knew he was. Or at least knew he should be.
Something was seriously wrong with both infuriatingly sexy hockey players, and the longer they acted like they were okay with the fact that I kissed both of them in the same night, hell, the same hour, I worried about their mental stability.
It wasn’t normal.
People labeled women terrible things for even talking to two men at the same time, let alone kissing them.
God knew I didn’t have time for any more small-town talk and gossip about my name.
I’d earned enough of that years ago when I showed back up after leaving without a backward glance, this time with two kids on my hip.
No way was I going to welcome any more talk.
Even if Eli and Travis were just tempting enough to pause long enough to contemplate it.
Nope, I couldn’t do that either. Because then I’d start wondering.
And wondering would lead to longing. And longing would lead to temptation.
If I made it into temptation, I’d sink into the need burning in my belly since they both touched me the other night, and I’d be stupid enough to give in to it.
But as I stood in the lobby of the rink after Tiny Tot practice, as most of the other families walked out for the night, I noticed Eli up to no good. He slipped something to Coach Rick, paired with a whispered message.
It wasn’t subtle.
Neither of them was exactly trying to hide the extra-large coffee in a brand new corny mug that Eli always sweetened Rick up with. This one said, “Practice like you’ve got Rick’s blood pressure on the line.”
Paired with a crumpled-up twenty-dollar bill, Rick was grinning like a man who’d just been handed front row seats to the Stanley Cup Finals.
I narrowed my eyes as Eli sauntered across the lobby to me. “What did you just do?”
Eli balked, innocent as sin. “Who, me? Nothing. Just making sure the kids have some post-practice entertainment.”
“Entertainment?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“Arcade, Pizza. Friendly competition,” he said, giving me that golden-boy smile that made my knees wobble and my self-respect scatter like pucks on bad ice.
Rick clapped his hands, shouting for the kids still around. “Toby! Emmie! Round up the team—we’ve got a shootout showdown and bubble hockey championship to see to. Best-of-three!”
The kids exploded in cheers, not even bothering to give me a glance as they ran off to gather the rest of their friends.
Eli winked at me, and my pulse raced. “Looks like you’re suddenly free for the next twenty minutes.”
And that’s when I felt him—Travis.
At my back.
Close enough, I could smell that sawdust and leather mix that was intoxicating paired with whatever sinful aftershave he used that always made me forget how to work my tongue.
His hands ghosted over the swell of my hips, “Come with me.”
It wasn’t a question.
Eli’s sexy grin distracted me long enough, and before I knew it, my hand was in Trav’s big rough one, and he was pulling me back down the stairs toward the ice.
He didn’t stop at the ice, or even the bleachers, instead, he kept walking until we hit the last locker room in the strip, and he pushed the door open. It was empty, and the squeak of the door echoed off the tiled walls as the overhead lights dimmed to their usual off-hours level.
The door thudded shut behind us, and suddenly the air felt ten degrees hotter.
Travis didn’t waste time, pulling me around the tall lockers to the last row, backing me up against the cold metal surface. With one hand on my hip, the other on the back of my neck, he pinned me with his massive body and didn’t stop until his lips met mine.
Damn.
I was hoping I’d made it all up in my head, somehow imagining that he was as good a kisser as I remembered. It was. His kiss was hot and hungry, unrelenting as I clung to him, weaving my fingers through the short hair at the base of his neck, digging my nails in.
He bit my bottom lip, and I gasped, which was all it took for him to deepen the kiss even more, pinning his hips against mine. Embarrassingly, I moaned and rocked into him, but I couldn’t stop.
“You kissed my best friend just like this.” He growled against my lips.
“I know.” I panted.
“You liked it,” he said as his fingers skimmed above my jeans, finding the soft flesh of my side and sliding under my sweater.
I didn’t deny it as I nodded.
“Good,” He whispered, dipping his lips to my throat and sucking on the skin until I moaned for him. “But I’m going to make damn sure you like kissing me even more.”
His tongue licked a slow line across my neck, and I whimpered—actually whimpered—as he pressed his thigh between mine, grinding just enough to make my body light up like a fire alarm.
“Trav—” I breathed, but I wasn’t stopping him. God help me, I was begging him.
His other hand found the hem of my sweater, and then both of his big hands were touching me under it as I melted into him.
I leaned my head back against the locker behind me as he slowly kissed his way down to my stomach, falling to his knees.
Mouth hot on my skin, worshiping me with reverence that made my eyes roll back and my knees shake.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” He murmured, “How many times I’ve pictured having you right here, begging me for more?”
“Jesus.” I gasped, clawing at his hair as he flicked the button of my jeans open. “You’re not fighting fair.”
“I’m not fighting at all,” he growled, “Not with you. Not with Eli.”
He blew a breath against the bare skin above my panty line, and then Eli’s voice echoed through the room, behind Trav, smooth and unbothered.
I gasped and jolted my eyes open as the grinning playboy let his eyes roam over my exposed stomach to his friend’s head at my waistline. “Looks like you owe me five bucks, Hayes.”
Travis didn’t even flinch, just turned his head enough to meet his best friend’s smug smile.
“How?” Trav asked, standing up to his full height, “I’m the one that got her alone first.”
“Yeah,” Eli said, stepping closer with a burning heat in his eyes. “But I made it happen.”
I stared at them both, breathless, clothes twisted and my body pulsating with something I couldn’t quite name but hadn’t felt in years. Maybe ever.
“You made a bet?”
Eli smirked, “A friendly wager. The winner got alone time with you.”
I blinked at him, “And the loser?”
Eli stepped in, brushing my hair over my shoulder, “Gets to watch. Or join. Your call, Black Cat.”
“Jesus fuck.” I should have been offended. Or enraged. Instead, my legs wobbled, and my body buzzed as the name of the feeling finally came to the front of my mind. Hunger. “You two are unbelievable,” I muttered.
Eli’s voice dropped low as the smile melted off his face, “And we haven’t even made you come yet, either.” I clenched my teeth, but the moan still escaped through them, and his eyes fell to my swollen lips. “You’re beautiful when you’re falling apart.”
Travis’s fingers stroked up the inside of my thigh. “Let us break you a little more, Shade.”
“Shade?” I gasped, locked in on the word that felt like a caress from his lips, and those lips turned up into a gentle smile beneath the stubble of his beard.
“You’re so full of shadows. Your dark beauty and your black cat energy give me a place of cool quiet to rest in.”
“Damn.” Eli groaned, drawing my gaze back to his like I was stuck in some weird game of tug-of-war and I was the flag in the center of the two macho men pulling on me. “That’s deep. And here I thought Black Cat was going to win me some brownie points.”
My knees buckled, and Travis caught me, anchoring me to the lockers again as Eli weaved his fingers in my hair, unbothered by Travis’s proximity before kissing me.
God, I was so warped in the head because I let them.
Eli’s lips on mine, Travis’s on my neck as his hands held me upright so they could keep going. And I let them.
Both.
Hands. Mouths. Touches that built and built until I was practically shaking between them, every nerve ending lit with want and every ounce of logic gone. But then I pulled back, just enough.
“Wait,” I gasped, heart slamming against my ribs. “This can’t be real. I can’t just—have both of you.”
Eli tilted his head, “Why can’t you?”
“Because people don’t do this. Because I’m a mom. Because it’s not normal!” Panic was building with each excuse I threw their way.
Travis leaned in and rested his forehead against mine, once again showing me the depth to his quiet soul, “Screw normal. We don’t want you to choose. No one else needs to have an opinion on it.”
“We want you,” Eli added, kissing my neck and making me moan into Travis’s mouth. “Both of us.”
“I don’t think I can do that,” I whispered.
“Don’t think then,” Travis said, “Just try for now.”
My heart thundered. My thighs clenched and my entire body screamed yes in a way that left me positive it’d shrivel up and die for good if I denied it what they were offering.
“Okay,” I breathed. “Trial run. No thinking. Just—see where this takes us.”
Eli grinned, “That’s all we’re asking of you.”
And then they gave me a taste.
I moaned into Eli’s mouth as Travis’s fingers slid beneath the band of my panties, slowly, as if to give me time to tell him no. But fuck it. I wasn’t stopping.
I spread my thighs around his massive tree trunk leg, granting him access, and his fingers found my clit in no time.
“Mmh, baby.” Travis groaned, burying his face in my neck as Eli sucked on my tongue. “You’re soaked for us.”
“Fuck.” I whimpered, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I rode his hand shamelessly as Eli bit my earlobe, whispering filthy things to me, and within seconds I was biting the back of my hand to stifle my screams as I came on Travis’s fingertips.
I gasped, drawing ragged breaths into my lungs as if it was the first time all day long while Travis looked at his friend.
“Feel how wet she is for us.”
Eli didn’t hesitate, but when Travis didn’t move his hand from my pants, Eli pushed my jeans and panties down to the top of my thighs, making enough room, and then I moaned in absolute shock as Travis used two fingers to spread me open so his best friend could run his fingers through the wetness of my orgasm.
“Oh God,” I moaned when Eli pushed his finger into me. Not once had Travis penetrated me that whole time, using just my clit to get me off, and now as Eli started stroking one long finger in and out of me, Trav went back to circling my clit again. “Please.”
Eli chuckled, and Travis stared deep into my eyes as I clawed at his chest, rocking against their hands. “You want more, Shade?” I nodded, biting my lip as Eli sucked on my earlobe again. “Then use your words to beg us.”
“God,” I gasped, trying to get my brain to work to form coherent words. “I want to come again.” Licking my lips, I closed my eyes and focused harder. “No, I need to come again. Just like this. From both of you.”
“Good girl.” Eli growled, biting my neck and fingering me deeper. “That was so fucking sexy to hear.”
Travis pinched my clit between his two fingers and stared into my eyes the whole time he played with me.
The quiet man loved his eye contact, apparently, so I gave in to it and held his gaze as they both played me in perfect harmony until I was crashing over the edge of my second orgasm again.
This time Travis used his lips to silence my screams, and I clung to him as I came again.
When my world stopped spinning on its axis, I felt embarrassment trying to take root in my gut as they both towered over me with smug and sinful looks on their faces.
“Jesus.” I whispered, pushing my hair back off my face as Eli pulled my panties and jeans back up, buttoning them like they hadn’t just wrecked me together so effortlessly.
“That was just a preview.” Eli said, noting my embarrassment and kissing me again. “Wait until we really have the time to make you feel everything.”
I scoffed as Travis lurked just out of reach, finally I forced myself to look up into his dark face again, because somehow his quiet nature made me feel even more embarrassed now that the high of my orgasm was crashing.
At least, I felt that way until he slowly lifted his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean, all while staring directly at me.
“Fuck.” I gulped and sagged into the lockers. “I think you broke my brain.”
Finally, he grinned, and part of me relaxed a little. “Wait until we’re inside of you at the same time, Frankie.” He said it with such conviction, there wasn’t any question of whether it would happen, but it felt more like a question of when. “Then you’ll be thoroughly changed.”
I didn’t reply, as Elliot and Trav sauntered away from me, leaving me trembling and questioning every single thing about my life in an empty locker room.
Wanting more.
“Jesus, Frankie, get your head on straight,” I whispered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror above a sink. “Just go out there and act normal. Act cool. Act like you didn’t just let two men finger-fuck you at the same time in the locker room.”
I snorted, rolling my eyes at myself.
Piece of cake.