Chapter 8
I opened a new chat on my phone, adding Frankie and Elliot to it, and typed out a message.
Me
I hear you switched your shift around to work now, so you’ll be off tonight. Any particular reason why?
Rick texted me with that random, unnecessary info like he knew I’d want to know it. Which would be weird if it were anyone else, considering Eli was the one who paid him off to entertain the kids last night after practice. But it was Rick, and nothing got past him.
Last night’s memories flooded back through my body as I sat in the front seat of my truck waiting for a reply.
It played like a movie as I pinned Frankie on the lockers in the dark and empty locker room after Tiny Tot practice.
Her moans echoed in my ears, vibrating through my soul as she bit my lip, climbing me like a tree.
I had no idea she’d be so passionate with a little attention, but watching her let her guard down enough to show me and Eli just how badly she wanted us—damn.
The way she begged us.
The way she spread her legs for us to play.
Fuck.
I reached down and palmed my hard dick in my jeans as I got even more excited, remembering how it felt to work with Eli to get her off.
That had been something I hadn’t expected to enjoy either. We’d slept with women together before, usually both so drunk off our asses neither of us did a good job on our own, anyway. And never during those nights did we give two shits about the women’s pleasure or comfort.
Last night though, last night had been monumental. Even if we both left with the worst cases of blue balls in history.
It had been worth it to focus on Frankie and her needs only, giving her a taste of what it would be like to be with both of us. And she had agreed to it. She agreed to let it play out and see where it went, without worrying about all the reasons she shouldn’t.
Which meant we were going to work even harder to prove to her how we could make it work.
Because when I tasted her pussy on my fingers after she came twice for me, I knew I wasn’t going to get enough of her in just a short fling.
I wanted it all.
My phone buzzed, pulling me out of my daydream, and I read Frankie’s reply.
Frankie
My kids are at the zoo with my mom today, so I figured I’d make the most of my day. That’s all.
Eli
So it’s not so you can sit on the bench and watch us play tonight, ouch baby. Break my heart.
I snorted and watched as Frankie's text bubbles popped back up and then disappeared a few times before her reply came through.
Frankie
I mean I could probably be persuaded to stick around after I get off.
Me
If you stick around, I can make sure you get off, real good.
Eli
Same.
Same, times two.
Extra same.
I chuckled, and Frankie sent a laughing emoji at his ridiculousness.
Eli
What are you wearing to our game tonight?
Instantly, the energy changed as we played with fire. I knew she was at work, and I was still sitting on a job site I'd stopped in on to check some things, but Eli was off until Monday. Which meant he was probably home alone and horny.
Coordinating three people together, especially one that had two kids, was going to be difficult to master. But I was willing to try.
Me
Please say nothing. I’m dying to see more of you.
Eli
Rude. I was going to say something tasteful and supportive like, “That ACDC shirt with the hole in the sleeve you wear when you’re stressed.”
Frankie
That’s only mildly creepy.
Eli
I was going for romantic.
Frankie
It’s that too.
Me
So, are you going to watch our game and cheer us on? Or abandon us knowing we can’t give chase?
Frankie
I never watch your games as a spectator. Won’t that draw attention?
Eli
So? Let them stare, baby. I don’t care.
Me
Do you care, Frankie? Do you want to hide this?
I asked, but I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear the answer. What if she said yes? Would it change how I felt about her?
No.
But it would damper it a little.
I didn’t want to hide.
Obviously, I knew the possibility of a relationship between the three of us wasn’t the norm, especially for Cedar Bluff, but it wasn’t the weirdest thing either.
Frankie
I don’t want to hide. I’m tired of spending every day living for everyone else. I just want to be selfish tonight.
Eli
Good, because I’ve been thinking about the noise you made when Trav slid his hand into your panties all damn day. And I want another hit of that high.
Me
What a damn good noise it was too. I can’t wait for more.
Frankie
Tell me more about getting more. You know… for science.
Eli
Do you want the details now or do you want me to whisper them into your ear from the penalty box?
Me
If I score tonight, I want a reward. Locker room. Door Locked. Hands on the wall as soon as we walk in.
Eli
If I get a penalty, I want a reward too. Preferably something involving my mouth and absolutely no interruptions.
Frankie
Are you two going to fight each other on the ice just to get my attention?
Eli
I won’t say no.
Me
You’re worth the bruises, Shade.
She didn’t reply right away, but I wasn’t worried because she was at work after all. The point of the whole conversation was to make sure she knew we were thinking of her. And to keep her thinking of us.
If we didn’t, the chaos of her life would steal her away before we could convince her to let us take some of her burden.
The ice was the only place in the world where my brain would turn off. It had been that way since I was a kid, looking to escape the expectations and opinions of everyone else.
Cold air, the weight of the gear, the thud of the puck against my stick, it gave my body something to do when my mind wouldn’t shut up.
Tonight though? Nothing shut off.
Not with her in the bleachers.
I spotted Frankie the second she got to the landing at the top of the stairs, looking down at the ice as we hit our warmups.
Her sage green dress was the same shade as her witchy eyes, and it looked like it was as soft as a cloud, hugging her lush curves with sexy brown buttons running down the front of it.
Buttons I was going to rip open with my teeth.
She had undone two at her chest, revealing the top of her cleavage, and she had undone a few at the bottom, which created a V at her knees. All it did was lead my eyes to that prize between her thick thighs, above her thigh-high brown boots that disappeared under the hem of the dress.
Fuck.
I was hard, and my athletic cup was seriously cramping my dick up.
Her pretty lips curved when she found me staring, she knew how damn good she looked. With grace and sex appeal I didn’t know she had, she walked down the aisle like she owned the whole damn rink. None of us were even worthy enough to breathe the same air.
And all I could think about was how her pretty thighs trembled around my hand when I rubbed her clit in slow, lazy circles while Eli pushed his finger deep inside of her.
I fumbled a puck passed to me and cursed under my breath.
Eli skated by, smirking, “Eyes up, Saw.”
He’d seen her too. Of course, he had. We didn’t share much in life, not in personality traits, or wardrobe styles—hell, we didn’t even like the same teams in the NHL. But Frankie?
She was in both of our systems now.
I took another lap, slammed a shot into the boards harder than I meant to, and let the thrum in my chest tighten until it felt like it might crack open. Eli took a cheap shot against my shoulder, catching me off guard once again, and laughed as he skated away.
I didn’t want to fight him.
But I’d bury him in the ice to get to her first.
The game started, and the entire first period passed by in a blur. I barely even registered the score as I skated around, knocking guys on their asses for the fun of it.
Frankie sat in the middle of a row tucked behind our bench with her legs crossed and that look on her face. The one that screamed how hard she was trying not to be obvious.
But every time I hit the boards, she looked at me. Every time Eli stole the puck and raced by her to go shoot on goal, she watched him.
It was torture, and heaven.
Midway through the second period, we got a line change, and I didn’t hesitate to make a move. I skated straight to the glass and pressed my glove against it, locking eyes with her. “Having fun yet?” I mouthed.
She bit her lip and nodded slowly.
Fuck.
Two shifts later, Eli did the same, leaning over the bench to mutter something through the gap in the glass right in front of her. I didn’t catch the words from the ice, but I saw her reaction.
Flushed cheeks.
Shaky breath.
Thighs slowly shifting under her.
She was breaking. Slowly. Gloriously.
And as soon as our game was over, we were going to ruin her all over again.