Chapter 35
My phone buzzed in my back pocket while I was wiping down pint glasses from all the draft beers, I sold in the post-game frenzy that drew the players out of the locker room.
I wasn’t sure if my horny, harebrained plan would work, but less than ten minutes after the ice cleared, every player from the Net Crashers, Coach Rick included, rushed to the bar to get their cheap beer.
My body hummed to life when I realized that Trav and Eli hadn’t joined them. And then my phone buzzed.
Two photo messages, and a text message from Trav.
My knees went weak when I opened it.
The first picture was from Eli, but it was of Trav.
Naked.
Hard.
Hand on his cock and a menacing glare in his eyes as he stared at the camera with the steam of the shower curling around him in the locker room.
“Fuck,” I whispered, biting my lip and scrolling down.
The next one was from Trav, but of Eli. His head was tipped back under the spray, lips parted, fist wrapped around himself, the angle showing just how tight he was fisting himself.
My breath caught. It wasn’t just them—God, it was them together. In my head, the steam blurred them together into one picture, and the fantasy came quick, hot and unstoppable until I was clenching my thighs imagining dirty, depraved things.
Travis stepping into Eli’s space, dominating the air like he did with me and silently sliding his hand down Eli’s stomach, going lower until he pushed Eli’s hand off, stroking his best friend himself.
Eli groaning and tipping his head back before Trav wrapped a firm hand around the back of his neck, forcing him to make eye contact as he pleasured him.
For me.
I clutched the edge of the bar to steady myself, heat flooding my skin, my thighs pressing tight as if that would make it stop.
It didn’t.
“Yo, Coach,” Billy called out, making me jump, “Boss lady’s blushing!”
I startled, nearly dropping my phone into the sanitizer sink, and locked it before someone could see my private photos and then went back to work, hoping the team would drop it.
Rick watched me, leaning against the bar with a smirk, his face smug as hell.
“I am not.” I lied in a voice a little too high.
“Sure you’re not,” Rick said quietly, eyes twinkling. “It's been a long time since I’ve seen that kind of spark in your eyes, kid. Guess you finally remembered you’re still alive, huh?”
My face burned hotter.
The whole team knew I was dating Travis and Elliot, they knew we were living together too and were in a weird poly dynamic.
But they didn’t know half of it, really.
And it was going to stay that way.
“Maybe I just got warm from running around after all of you stinky fucks.”
Rick chuckled as the guys cackled and shot their insults at me through the bottom of their glasses. Some ducked out, heading home for the night, some stayed for another round, but within an hour, I was done and closing the bar.
The second I stepped out of the rink, the cold night air hit me, reminding me that I was a fucking lunatic who didn’t wear any layers because I was a cock hungry whore.
The thin, long-sleeve band tee I wore did little to ward off any of the frosty night now that I wasn’t running around the bar to stay warm, thankfully, my guys didn’t make me stand out in the cold though.
Trav’s truck rolled around the corner, idling at the curb as Eli jumped out, looking smug and hungry.
His eyes dropped to my chest as he held the door open.
“Naughty little tease.” I licked my lips as I passed him, almost faltering when I saw the dominant need in Trav’s eyes, sitting behind the wheel.
Eli slapped my ass, the sound sharp and the burn melting straight into my clit as I jumped up in, sliding across the bench seat to sit next to him.
Eli climbed in behind me and shut the door, turning the cab light off until we sat in the warm darkness.
My nerves were buzzing, desperate to get home and crown the winner of tonight’s bet, but Trav didn’t put the truck in gear.
“What?” I asked, looking between the two of them, confused.
The lot was mostly empty, and the lights were bright enough to see that no one else was around. But they weren’t expecting to—no, they wouldn’t want to fuck here. Would they?
“Take it off.” Trav said dominantly, his voice vibrating through my ear.
My breath caught, “What?”
“Your shirt.” He stated. “You wanted to play dangerously tonight, showing all of our friends how perfect your tits were. So, show us.”
My fingers trembled in my lap as I looked over at Eli, scanning the parking lot again.
Fuck it.
The heat in Trav’s eyes left no room for argument, so I peeled my shirt up over my head, the cool air biting my bare skin. The leather of the seat was cold against my back, and I jumped away from it.
“Good girl,” Trav growled deep in his chest, licking the pad of his thumb before dragging it over my nipple and pinching it. “Lean against me so Eli can play.”
I turned my hips, and Trav pulled me back into his side, his massive arm slung over my shoulder as he kept one set of fingers pinching and pulling at my nipple.
Eli shifted on the seat and pulled my legs over his before leaning down, sucking my other into his mouth instantly, squeezing both of them together and playing.
Damn.
I moaned as they both played with my chest, fully on display as Trav finally put the truck in gear and started driving down the dark streets.
There was no tint on his truck windows and the high of being so exposed if we ran into anyone heightened the pleasure of what Eli was doing with his tongue as Trav ran his hand up my throat, pulling my head back to look up at him.
“Did you think we’d deliver on your shower-time request?” Trav asked.
“Mmh,” I hummed, adjusting my hips to accommodate the angle he had me in. “Did you touch him?”
“Would you be mad if I did?” He challenged, never looking away as he drove us down the road. It was such a power move, and my body melted even more under the dominance.
“Fuck no,” I growled, baring my teeth at him and biting his thumb as he pulled my lip down. “I am going to demand a redo though so I can watch next time.”
Eli hissed and kissed his way up my chest to my neck. “We came together.”
I whimpered, but Trav wouldn’t let go of my neck, so I just rocked against Eli’s body even though I couldn’t see him. I could feel him.
I could feel his hard cock against the underside of my thigh as he pushed against me. Reaching behind me, I palmed Trav’s erection, and his hand tightened on my throat.
Fuck yes, baby.
The truck rumbled down the dark sleepy streets with its tuned exhaust, its headlights flashing over houses and trees, but it felt like a whole other world inside the restored cab.
Eli’s lips were hot on me as he moved to my other breast, biting and sucking on it hard as I cried out for both men. Begging, daring them to do something else to make me come.
The thrill of it all, the obscenity and the promise of what was going to happen when we got home left me panting and pulsing with need.
“Dirty girl,” Eli whispered when I moaned louder when Trav let go of my neck to pinch my nipple again.
I cried out in desperation when Trav held my breast in a tight grip, as Eli lowered his lips to it.
I loved when they worked me over together, in sync.
“You like this, riding home topless, letting us use you like this, don’t you? ”
Trav’s hand slid lower, over my bare stomach to the button of my pants, Eli pulled it open as Trav pushed his hand down the front of my pants. “She’s dripping for it. I can smell her already.”
I cried out when his fingers found my clit, pushing through my wetness and then instantly forcing his thick finger up into me. “Fuck yes,” I panted, riding his hand.
Eli smirked at me as I watched him still obsessing over my chest. “I want a taste.”
The air in the truck crackled with tension as I sat between them, panting and dripping for them. Silently, Trav pulled his finger out of me and held his hand up between Eli and me.
“Lick it clean then,” His chest rumbled against my back. My soul left my body as Eli’s eyes darkened and flicked from Trav’s fingers to my gaze before he leaned forward and sucked Trav’s pointer finger into his mouth until his lips touched the meat of Trav’s hand and then slowly sucked it clean.
“Fuck.” I whispered, and Trav growled behind me, and his cock jumped in his jeans. “I need to come.”
“Too bad.” Eli winked, taking one last lick of Trav’s fingers before sitting up and palming his hard dick. “We’re almost home.”
“Rude!” I cried and crossed my arms over my chest, but Trav wasn’t going to let me deny him access to my body, and he pushed his hand under my arm so he could absently rub his wet fingers over my nipple.
He was edging me.
Toying with me.
Playing with my body and my needs.
And I fucking loved it.
I fucking loved them both.
Travis and Eli circled me like wolves as we silently walked through the empty and dark cabin. We didn’t bother turning the lights on.
We didn’t bother with words or idle conversation as we moved straight into the bedroom, locking up behind us.
“You going to tell us who won, Frankie?” Eli asked as I stood in the middle of the bedroom, still topless with soaked panties and a deep need in my core.
“Maybe I don’t want to.” I purred, sliding my jeans down my body to stand before them in my black panties and nothing else. “Maybe it was a tie.”
Trav glared at me, and I could read it clear as day in his clear and concise way.
He knew he had lost.
He knew that he was on the hook to play with Eli and me.
And he wanted me to just fucking say it.
“Eli won,” I said, holding his stare before looking over at the winner himself. “Eli wins the pleasure tonight.”
Sunshine’s grin spread, looking like a starving man who was just served a steak on a platter. “Lucky me.”
“Guess that means I get the best seat in the house.” Trav said with a low chuckle that vibrated across my bare skin as he came to stand next to me. “Watching you take care of him and letting me help.”
Letting.
Not forcing.
Yep, I was obsessed with the two men standing around me.
Heat flooded me, my body already ready to give them both everything.
I should have known that even though they were playing the game against each other, they wouldn’t let me off easy.
As soon as I named Eli the winner, Trav’s smirk turned predatory, Eli’s grin split wide, and I was caught between them, exactly where they wanted me.
“You heard her, Sunshine,” Trav said, glancing at our lover, who stood at the end of the bed, looking perfectly ready to be ruined by the two dark souls in the room. “You get to lie back and enjoy us tonight. And you, Shade,” he looked at me, “You get to watch your fantasy come to life.”
Need curled through me, sharp and greedy, “Then make it worth watching.” I challenged him. “Undress our winner.”
Trav’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he turned to Eli, and crossed the room. “Safe words for tonight,” Always the Dom, making sure everyone was on the same page. “Red, yellow, green. Understood.”
Eli nodded and licked his lips. “All green here.”
Silently, Trav started undoing the pearl snaps on the front of Eli’s shirt, simply using one finger on each side of his shirt to pull them apart.
Something about the percussive sound each snap made as they came free, felt like a physical tap to my clit.
“Slower,” I whispered, my throat tight. “Travis, do it slower.”
He obeyed me, and Eli looked over at me as Trav silently slid both hands into the fabric to pull it apart until he got to the end, where it was still tucked into his jeans.
Slowly, he pulled it out, and Eli turned back to look at his best friend as Trav ran both hands over the skin of Eli’s chest, pushing the shirt off over his wide shoulders until Eli pulled it off and tossed it aside.
Eli’s body was magnificent, cut of stone and smooth. Every inch of his body was crafted intentionally, worked on daily at the gym and through training for work to stay in the best shape possible.
And we got to enjoy it.
Travis silently pulled the button on Eli’s jeans open, and a groan escaped our sunshiny lover, a blush covering his tan cheeks and ripped chest as Trav lowered his fingers to his zipper.
My body lit up like a live wire watching them, Trav’s rough hands, Eli’s shameless surrender as his best friend stripped him for me. It did things to me I didn’t know I could feel.
“God, look at you.” Eli muttered, eyes cracking open to catch me. “Touching yourself already?”
I was startled, realizing my hand had drifted to the front of my panties without me even thinking as I watched the show. My face burned, but I didn’t stop as I slid them lower, to rub my clit through the soft fabric.
Travis’s gaze cut me, molten lava eyes and desperate longing in them. “She’s dripping for it. Just for us, aren’t you, Frankie?”
Eli chuckled and then gasped when Travis pushed his hands down the opening of Eli’s jeans to take them off. “Guess we found her new favorite show,” he said, biting his bottom lip as Trav slid his hands lower over Eli’s thighs, pushing his jeans down to his knees.
“Get on your knees.” I commanded, unsure of where I got the guts to tell Travis to do anything, let alone to get on his knees in front of his best friend.
My heart was racing, and it felt like I would pass out as I fell into the armchair by the window, the one with a perfect view of the show they were putting on for me.
I didn’t even try to hide it as I leaned back and spread my legs. “Now.”
I watched with rapture as Trav slowly went down onto his knees, staring at me the whole time. I knew he’d make me pay for it later, and I’d take his punishment with a smile on my face, because my fingers slid down the front of my panties and circled my clit as he resumed stripping Eli for me.
His hands grazed Eli’s legs, and I had no idea how Eli stayed on his feet as Trav tossed his jeans to the side, leaving him in his tight black boxer briefs, erection growing down the leg, testing the stretchiness of the fabric a mere foot from Trav’s face.
I palmed my breast, playing with my nipple as they both turned to look at me, waiting for their next instruction.
Now or never.
Do or die.
I pushed my panties down and kicked them off into the pile before hooking my knees over the arms of the chair to show them my naked body before pushing two fingers straight into my needy cunt.
“Take his boxers off.”