Chapter 34
Frankie was an evil witch with a delicious game of tease mastered, dragging us along with a voice sweet as sin, and daring eyes.
And I fucking loved it. There was no going back for me. I was all in.
Whichever man played better tonight won pillow princess privilege. Christ, I’d never wanted to win something so badly in my life.
By warmups, I was already keyed up, my legs burning with the push, my stick hitting the ice harder than usual. Eli caught my eye across the rink, his grin infuriatingly cocky, like he had already claimed the prize.
“Better bring your A-game, Saw,” He called, leaning on the boards as I skated by, I stopped short, spraying him with ice, but he was unfazed. “Because I’m not letting you lie back and enjoy her while I do all the work.”
I snarled under my breath, tightening my gloves as we stood toe to toe, warning him quietly. “We’ll see who’s flat on their back by the end of the night,”
And then the devil herself appeared at the glass above him.
Hair loose under a knit beanie, lips painted red and that sharp eyeliner making her eyes look dramatic paired with her usual graphic tee and torn jeans. Damn, my cock hardened just looking at her. And then I realized what she was doing.
What she was wearing.
Or better yet, not wearing.
Her fitted graphic tee, thin and worn, leaving it soft and cozy, did little to hide the evidence of her lack of a bra under it. Both of her nipples were hard, and as she came down the steps, her tits swayed heavily under her shirt.
Fuck, I could taste them in my mouth from the ice. How easy would it be to lift her shirt, right there on the bleachers, surrounded by the crowd, and suck one of her perfect pink nipples into my mouth?
That little smirk played at the corners of her lips like she knew exactly what she was doing. She leaned forward, cupping her hands to the glass over Eli’s head, who had no idea she was behind him, and my chest tightened when I caught the words she mouthed.
Earn it, Trav.
The puck dropped, and everything blurred into one thing: Earn it.
Every check, every slapshot, every rush down the ice was laced with the thought of Frankie waiting, watching, deciding who got to sink into the bed tonight and let the other man and her hands, her mouth, drive him insane.
Fuck, I wanted to be insane.
Eli played like a man possessed. Every player on our team hooted and hollered with each of his races down the ice at lightning speed, and power shots at the goal.
I hated to admit it, but he was faster, sharper than even in his normally great games, every shot snapped with precision.
The bastard was feeding off her just like I was.
Halfway through the second period, he slid over during a break, helmet unbuckled, sweat dripping down his temple. He pressed his hip against the boards right where Frankie leaned, spending a lot of her time at the ice to watch us in between customers.
“Hey, Black Cat.” He drawled, loud enough for me to hear from the bench where I was sucking air. “How do you want me tonight? Hands in your hair while you take care of me? Or should I make Travis sit in the corner while you ruin me with that mouth of yours?”
Frankie’s cheeks flushed pink, her tongue darting over her bottom lip, making my blood roar. I already imagined her red lipstick smeared up the shaft of my cock.
“You’re not the only one she’ll ruin, Eli,” I growled, skating past. “She’s gonna ride me first, and you’ll be on your knees begging to touch.”
Her eyes went wide, the smirk wobbling into something breathless. And damn if that wasn’t fuel enough to tear down the rink.
By the last buzzer of the game, everything around us was a blur of sweat, body checks, and Frankie’s eyes burning into me from the glass. Eli and I shook hands with the other team before we skated over to her after the ice and bleachers had emptied.
She moved to the bench so she could talk to us freely, and I could almost see the arousal in the blown pupils of her eyes as she looked at each of us.
“Well,” Eli urged, “Who won?”
She grinned, and I knew we were both in trouble, about to be victimized by her wicked ways, once again.
“I told the guys that there was a draft sale tonight to the first ten players that make it to the bar.” She licked her lips, “Which means the locker room should clear out pretty fast tonight.”
“Shade,” I growled, tilting my head in warning as her teasing took us further from our prize.
“What?” she whispered with a look of innocence on her pouty lips.
“All I’m saying is that you’ll have the place to yourself if you want to warm things up while you wait for me to get off my shift.
I’ll tell you who won when we get home.” She shrugged and took a step back toward the stairs. “See you boys in an hour.”
“Fuck,” Eli groaned, watching her walk up the steps with that confident sway to her flared hips. “I’m going to come in my pants. No fucking way I’m making it home without blowing.”
I looked over at him, leaning into our decade’s long friendship and trust in Frankie’s feelings about the lines we were blurring, while simultaneously trying to set the pace for him to find comfort in since I knew he was more worried about the dynamic than I was.
“Guess you should probably spend your time in the shower wisely, burn off some steam before she gets her claws back into us on the way home.” I skated backward towards the tunnel as his eyes darkened.
He looked off where Frankie disappeared and then back at me, skating to catch up. “You think she wants that? Truly?”
I shrugged, because I was sure that was what she was telling us to do. But I didn’t know how far she meant it to go.
“I guess we’ll see how well her half-off draft sale goes down and go from there.”
“Damn.” He muttered. “I might come in my pants before we get to the showers.”
I chuckled and turned.
He would if I had any say in it.
The game was over, but my body didn’t get the memo. Every single cell and nerve in my body was alight with need.
Carnal.
Feral.
Dying need.
The way she had leaned against the glass and mouthed, earn it was like she could already picture us on our knees for her, totally at her mercy.
The locker room was bustling with energy, high off a win thanks to our extra incentive to play like machines.
Guys laughed, busted balls as they all stripped their gear off and changed.
Eli and I kept our heads down, waiting them out as both of us were too wound up, too tight, to risk anyone seeing what was about to spill over.
By the time the last door slammed shut, it was just us. And I forced my feet into motion before I lost the nerve.
The showers hissed back to life, steam already filling the air from the rest of the guys as I walked into the secluded room at the back of the locker room.
I ducked under the spray, bracing my hands against the wall, letting the heat scald the adrenaline off my skin.
Maybe I should have turned the water to ice to get my head back in working order before I did something I couldn’t take back, but dammit, I didn’t want to.
And then I felt it—Eli’s gaze.
I left him on the bench at his locker, the ball firmly in his court, but now he silently joined me.
And I could feel his eyes.
Slow.
Heavy.
Lingering.
“You’re staring,” I muttered without looking at him.
He chuckled low, stepping under the water, one faucet away, and let the water pour over his head before he finally replied, “And you aren’t.”
I turned my head just enough to catch him through the mist. Drops rolling down his chest, hair slicked back, eyes dark with the same hunger twisting in my own gut.
And maybe it was the steam, or the bet, or just her—always her—but I didn’t look away.
He moved first, turning toward me.
Then he gave me what I wanted. A deliberate stroke of his hand down his chest, lower, slow enough that it was meant for me to watch. To see.
He clenched his dick, stroking it while he stared at me. My body responded instantly, my cock hard again like we hadn’t just skated a whole fucking game of hell.
“Jesus, Eli,” I growled, dragging my own hand down to adjust my cock as it grew to life in response. I couldn’t believe I was getting hard watching him stroke himself.
Instantly, I remembered the way his hand felt around my dick last night, one steady stroke up and down to “prep” it for our girl, and then the way it felt when he pushed into her body, right up against me.
I’d stayed still, buried balls deep in Frankie as he fucked her ass, rubbing his cock against mine inside of her and came from it alone the first time.
“Are you trying to drive me insane?” I grunted, turning to lean back against the wall behind me, spreading my thighs to get the perfect tension in my body as I jacked off.
His smirk curved sharp, “I thought that was her job. Walking around our rink, her tits swayed with each step. Every man in the place could see the point of her nipples tonight.” He growled, “But only we get to fuck with them.”
“Damn fucking right,” I clenched my teeth, imagining our teammates staring at her chest right now, imagining they were the lucky bastards that got to play with those lush tits. No doubt they’d all go home, and jack off to the mental imagery of her body. “God, I’m fucked in the head over that girl.”
We were both breathing hard, caught up in the taboo appeal of it, not touching each other, but close enough it felt like we were already crossing lines we’d never go back from.
His eyes fell to my cock as his pretty boy face lit up with a flush he’d probably blame on the steam if I called him out on it. But I didn’t.
I’d never tip this in a way that made him feel guilty for it.
Never.
I’d never make him feel uncomfortable if I weren’t.
And I was the furthest thing from uncomfortable as we jacked off together.
Every groan, every stolen glance ratcheted the tension tighter.
“I won tonight,” he challenged, reaching down with his free hand to palm his balls, and my spine burned with the urge to come. “We both know it.”
“And?” I held his stare, quickening my pace as we toed the subject of later.
“And,” he panted, “I’m trying to figure out if I should let you off the hook.”
I rolled my eyes and stood up taller, “Not on your life.” I commanded, and his jaw clenched as if he was surprised.
Grabbing my phone off the ledge at the edge of the shower stall, I aimed it at him, and he silently watched me, but didn’t stop what he was doing.
Through the mist, his cock was red, and the head looked angry as he stroked himself faster while I clicked a photo showing him dripping because of Frankie’s wicked ways, head tipped back slightly, lips parted.
“Let’s make sure she knows what she does to us. ”
The image would have wrecked me on its own if I hadn’t lived it firsthand.
His laugh was breathless as he nodded, snatching his phone off the ledge. A second later, he stared at his screen, snapped a picture of me in return and then glanced back at me.
The group chat between the three of us had two brand-new photos waiting for her with my caption below.
Just a preview, Shade. So you know what’s waiting for you when you get done.
I pushed my phone back onto the dry ledge and leaned back on the wall again as he did the same.
We were at a pivotal point.
Come or don’t.
Finish and get some clarity.
Or hold off and go into tonight crazed with the haze of need.
“I don’t want to stop,” Eli answered my silent hesitation as he slowly twisted his fist over the head of his cock and then to the root with a groan. “I don’t think I can.”
“So don’t,” I replied, stroking faster as his lips parted, Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes closed in pleasure.
“Besides,” I panted, nearing my orgasm at an alarming rate as I desperately pushed to get him there with me.
“I know you won. And I think you’re going to look so fucking perfect lying back on that pillow while Frankie and I torture you together. ”
“Fuck,” His chest fell as his eyes snapped open, holding mine as he started coming on the floor at his feet. “Trav.”
I growled in response, adding my own release to the tile before throwing my head back into the wall as the urge to collapse onto the floor hit me like a brick.
Silently, we caught our breaths and then showered off the game and the thoughts trying to consume us. By the time the water shut off, we were both wrecked, but nowhere near satisfied. We dressed fast, pacing like caged animals, killing time until Frankie finished her shift in a few minutes.
And when she finally texted that she was on her way out to the truck, Eli looked at me, eyes burning.
“Race you.”
And just like that—we were gone.