Chapter 33
The kitchen was already buzzing when I walked in, hair still messy and one of Travis’s massive flannels wrapped around me like a cozy blanket over my jammies.
My bare feet soaked up the warmth radiating through the floor, another bonus point in Trav’s corner of ingenious things he added to his home that just make life so fucking beautiful.
I was a little disappointed to find both of the guys gone this morning when I woke up to the smell of coffee, normally we rotated in shifts so two of us could sleep in—or do anything but sleep in the lazy early morning light behind a closed door.
Then again, with each step I took as I brushed my teeth and made my way to the kitchen, I felt every single inch of my body that they had commanded last night when they took me together for the first time. Maybe it was a good thing one of them didn’t stay in bed with me for round two.
Giggles met me before I made it down the long hall from our bedroom to the open kitchen, and I grinned as I saw the chaos waiting for me.
Emmie sat at the counter, a plastic tiara on her head and one of Eli’s favorite hockey jerseys hanging to her toes, with a spoon dangling dangerously close to the edge of her cereal bowl.
Toby was mid-lecture about the proper way to pour milk—complete with hand gestures—when he promptly sloshed half the carton across the counter.
“Mom!” He yelped, spotting me, wide-eyed, holding the dripping carton like it had betrayed him. “It has a mind of its own!”
I hung my head to hide my grin as Emmie dissolved into giggles, sliding her tiara onto Toby’s head. “Now you’re the Milk King!”
“Am not,” he muttered, though he wore the pink tiara proudly as Eli swooped in with a towel, laughing as he cleaned up the mess.
Travis, ever the steady one, flipped another pancake onto the growing stack next to a platter of bacon and hash browns, like nothing phased him as he winked at me over his shoulder. “Milk King, huh? Guess that makes me the Pancake Prince.”
“Wrong,” Emmie declared, spooning a massive bite of cereal into her mouth, “You’re the Pancake Grandpa because you’re old and have hair growing in your ears.”
That sent Eli into a fit of laughter so loud I was sure it shook the walls. “He has hair everywhere!” He added dramatically, and Emmie dissolved into giggles again.
Travis only lifted one brow, but I caught the twitch of a smile as he passed behind Eli with the syrup bottle, adding it to the counter. And that’s when it happened–subtle, so subtle, but enough to make me pause.
Travis’s hand brushed the small of Eli’s back as he passed, a light touch, grounding even. Eli glanced at him, smirking and winking as if it were a private joke.
Heat bloomed in my belly.
They’d never done that before.
The kids bickered happily over who got the biggest pancake, and I sat there holding my coffee, trying to act normal while my stomach fluttered with butterflies. Something was different between them.
Last night—God, last night—was it because of that?
The ease with which they moved around each other, the softness in Eli’s grin, the quiet certainty in Travis’s touch.
It wasn’t just me they were sharing anymore.
And damn it all, it made my thighs clench even thinking about it.
Hours later, I felt like my chest was going to explode if I didn’t speak the words out into the void.
The cabin was empty and quiet; the kids having left to go to my mom’s for the night before my shift at the rink.
The air was finally still around us.
But I was anything but.
I’d been restless all morning, the image burned into my head; Travis’s hand brushing Eli’s back, Eli’s grin when he winked at him. It had been so quick, so casual, but I couldn’t unsee it. I couldn’t stop replaying it.
I couldn’t stop hoping for it.
Finally, I gave up trying to process it silently in my own head. I marched out of the laundry room and found them in the living room, both of them sprawled out on the couch with a hockey game on above the fireplace.
They were joking about something but stopped short when I stood in front of them, hands on my hips, blocking the TV. Travis stared up at me, something unreadable in his eyes. Eli’s smile was easy, but I caught the faint flush on his cheeks.
He fucking blushed when he was turned on.
But he was already flushed when I walked in.
Before I could talk myself out of it, the words tumbled out. “I saw you.”
Two sets of eyes locked on me, intense and unwavering.
“In the kitchen this morning.” I clarified as my pulse hammered when I crossed my arms, trying to hide the way my hands shook. “You touched him,” I stared at Travis, “And you,” I pointed at Eli, my voice catching, “You winked at him like it was a secret just for the two of you.”
Silence. Heat. My heart was in my throat.
The quiet stretched too long, heavy and charged. Travis sat up on the edge of the couch, his eyes burning into me, while Eli stayed sprawled out with his legs spread, looking far too relaxed for the way his jaw clenched.
“And?” Trav drawled on, “I thought you wanted us to touch.” He glanced over his shoulder at Eli, “Begged us to touch last night, didn’t she?”
“I—” I stammered, my lips parting as Eli cut me off.
“Gushed all over your cock when I fisted you, rubbing the lube all over you for her.” Eli deadpanned and then squinted his gaze at me. “So why are you upset about it?”
“I—” I swallowed and crossed my arms as I suddenly felt very off-kilter about the whole situation.
“I thought it turned you on.” Trav pushed, and a blush heated my cheeks. “I thought that’s what you wanted. I guess not.”
“I didn’t say that!” I rushed out and forced myself to take a deep breath, “I do like it.”
“You do?” Eli raised a brow at me defiantly, and I kind of hated the smug look on his normally kind and easygoing face. “Because you’re all worked up right now.”
“I’m turned on!” I screamed at the beams in the vaulted ceiling.
“All fucking day you fucking morons have been teasing me! Tempting me! And I couldn’t say anything because I’m riddled with guilt and crazy hormones or something, because one minute I’m the fucking center of this out of this world dirty romance book where both of you are solely focused on me and my pleasures and I’m a selfish fucking cunt because I’m into it and totally prepared to be smothered between the two of you for the rest of forever!
But today—” I throw my hands up as Travis raises his eyebrows and Eli hides an infuriating smirk behind his hand, “Today you two flip the script and now all I can fucking think about is how badly I want to sit in a cuck chair in the corner and just watch! The fucking things I’d give—” I groan dramatically, “The feral and dirty things I’d give up in exchange to watch you two do something, anything!
But I can’t think like that because then I feel guilty, thinking maybe you’re only doing it for me because I’m a needy bitch who pushes you two to touch when we fuck like we did last night! ”
“You think we only touched last night because of you?” Travis said after a beat, interrupting the mental breakdown I was having with that annoying calm he perfected.
“I mean,” Eli shrugged, “She’s kind of right.”
“Ugh!” I hissed, throwing my head back in shame and guilt and utter stupidity, letting all of it rush over me. “I knew it!”
Eli chuckled, and I dropped my chin to glare at him, imagining all the ways I wanted to wipe that stupid fucking grin off his face while I crashed out.
“What I mean is,” he unfolded himself from the couch and stood up, circling around me like I was some specimen to be examined, and I scowled at him as he paused at my shoulder.
“That I never would have figured out how fucking good it felt to give in to those dark and dirty, carnal urges I had toward Trav if it hadn’t been for you, giving me the opportunity to act on them. ”
“You—what?” I blinked in confusion.
“Stop blaming yourself,” Trav said calmly, standing right in front of me with his arms crossed as he leaned in slightly to talk against my ear, “Nothing is happening that we don’t want. Not with you. Not with each other. If we touch, if we take pleasure from it, it’s because we choose it.”
I sucked a breath in, my chest tight, my body buzzing like a Christmas tree from the day full of teasing and their voices alone right now.
“You—” I licked my lips, “You want to—”
“Maybe.” Eli teased, and I fought the urge to throw my elbow into his gut for toying with me in such a fragile state. “Maybe not.”
“I hate you.” I hissed, backing up to walk away but Travis caught my elbow and pulled me flush to his front, in one smooth motion he had his hand under my jaw, fingers pressed lightly against the column of my throat as he tilted my head back to stare up into his eyes. “Yes.” He said firmly. “I want to.”
“So do I.” Eli spoke from behind me, pressing his groin against my ass, and a moan slipped from my lips when I felt his erection grinding against me. “But only if you’re with us. This isn’t a Travis and Eli show; it’s not for us if you’re not there.”
“But—” I closed my eyes and dug my nails into Trav’s forearm for leverage. “Are you sure? You can’t do it if it’s only for me! I can’t tempt your friendship like that—”
“Shh,” Trav whispered, tightening his hand around my neck, and I moaned.
“We don’t have all the answers for you right now, Shade, but we do know that we both really,” his eyes closed as he growled, “really, enjoyed last night. And we’re going to see where it takes us from here.
” He loosened his hold and bent to speak right against my lips, pressing the front of his body against mine, “But I will tell you this much, and I haven’t even told him yet. ”
“Please,” I begged, desperate for more of the delicious taboo.
“When he lubed my cock up for me last night, so I could slide up into your tight, hot, wet pussy with ease.” Trav said, and I melted as Eli blew against the back of my neck, running his hands down over my hips to the front of my thighs, between Travis and me.
“I was tempted to make you ride my face while he kept going, just to see how far it would go.”
“Fuck.” I whined, flexing my hips forward against his hard body as Eli brought his hand right up between my thighs, rubbing me through my jeans. “I need it. I need to—”
“Shh,” Eli hushed in my ear, and I gulped against Trav’s hand. “Would you lose that pretty little mind of yours if I jacked Trav off while you watched?”
My knees buckled as a need like I’d never felt before pulsed inside of me.
“Too bad you don’t have time to find out,” Trav clicked his tongue and looked at the clock on the wall. “The rink is calling all three of our names.”
“Fuck!” I screeched, melting into a puddle at their feet. Aroused, horny, and so fucking angry to have to go to work.
Travis released me and kissed my lips, gently lingering against them as Eli kept rubbing me, his hand pinned between my pussy and Trav’s thigh.
“Maybe if you’re a good girl,” Eli bit my earlobe, pressing against my clit, “I mean a very, very good girl,” He enunciated, “Maybe we’ll find out tonight after our game.”
I took a deep breath, and an idea came to mind, bringing a sinister smile to my lips as I pushed away from both of them, leaving them standing only inches apart with a surprised look on their faces.
“Maybe it's time we put some pressure on the game tonight.” I adjusted my shirt, pulling it down so the tops of my tits sat right at the neckline again, and both of them dropped their gaze to watch like I was going to slip a nipple out for them.
“What are you thinking?” Trav asked, turning to face me with his arms crossed again.
“I’m thinking,” I mused, “That whoever has a better game tonight wins the pillow princess spot in bed when we get home.”
“The pillow princess,” Eli grinned. “As in the one person who lays back and—”
“And gets serviced.” I finished for him, and both of their jaws dropped.
“Whoever has the better game tonight gets to lay back and enjoy while the loser gets to help me get the winner off.” I licked my lips and took a step back from them, “Loser gets to help me service the winner, however they’re comfortable with.
” I winked at Eli and blew Trav a kiss, “Game on, boys. May the best man win.”
I walked out of the room, on shaking legs with a heart that felt like a time bomb nearing detonation, as a wild fucking smile grew on my lips.
Game fucking on, fellas.