Chapter 23
The final period of the game started with my heart already in my throat.
I tried to stand still and look neutral, or even like I was actually enjoying myself.
I tried to pretend I wasn’t about to melt right onto the ice as I watched Rhea and Tanner flirt and literally dry hump each other across the ice.
But God, I was useless.
Electricity shimmered under my skin as soon as they lunged for the puck. Every hit, every shove, every tight pivot made my thighs clench. They weren’t being gentle, not like they each were with me, they weren’t even pretending to be anything but what they were.
Raw.
Feral.
Animals.
Rhea slammed Tanner into the boards so hard that the plexiglass rattled.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, breath catching.
Tanner pushed off, teeth bared in a grin that was the filthiest thing I’d ever seen on him. He went after her with the same intensity, low, fast, and aggressive. Their sticks clashed. Their bodies collided. Sweat gleamed on Tanner’s neck, and Rhea’s braid whipped behind her like a threat.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t blink.
I was so wet it was embarrassing.
Rhea scored with three minutes left in the period; the shot was viciously triumphant. She aimed a look at me over her shoulder, all pride and promised heat. My breath caught, and I bit my bottom lip to keep from cheering for her. I didn’t want to distract Tanner in his attempt to even the score.
He wasn’t intimidated though, if anything, he lit up even brighter.
He crashed into her at the next faceoff, stealing the puck with a power move that sent Rhea skidding in a circle, left in his dust as he skated away.
Tanner didn’t apologize, and she didn’t want him to. I didn’t even want him to.
It was the first time I’d seen this side of him, and I was desperate to see more of it. To feel it against my skin and eat up every morsel of it.
Most of all, though, I wanted to be alone with the two of them, away from prying eyes, so I could really enjoy it.
When he scored, I clutched the rim of the boards like it was a lifeline.
A tie.
Rhea responded almost immediately with another goal of her own, and I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath.
Then Tanner tied it again, with another score.
The world blurred, my pulse thundered in my ears. They were fighting like the date was oxygen, and they’d die without it.
And I had never seen such a physical display of devotion before. I loved every single second of it.
And then, as if freezing the whole thing before it could explode all over the ice in front of us, the buzzer cut through the rink.
The end of the game.
Everyone else started moving, players dragging off their gear on their way to the locker rooms, the rec league guys laughing and clapping Rhea and Tanner on the back on their way by.
But the three of us remained frozen.
Rhea glanced over at me, cheeks flushed, chest rising hard beneath her gear as she took her helmet off.
Tanner looked at me like he was starving, as if he’d cross the ice on his knees if I asked.
They each scored two goals.
A tie.
My breath stuttered.
Holy hell. I couldn’t think of a better outcome.
I was trembling as they finally skated to the boards near me, both stopping close enough that their gear brushed each other.
“I’m…” I swallowed, then broke into a smile that felt wicked all the way through. “I’m crowning the match…”
Rhea and Tanner leaned in, hanging on the verdict.
“A tie.”
Tanner’s jaw dropped, and Rhea’s eyes widened. For a second, they both looked like I’d short-circuited their brains. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thriving on the power.
“And that means,” I continued, voice thickening with excitement, “that when I spread my thighs at the dinner table tomorrow night, and let out the dirty little secret that I skipped panties all together,” Tanner growled and Rhea licked her lips, “I expect both of you to slide your hands under my skirt to feel for yourselves.”
The air crackled around us as we were all imagining it. The velvet booth, the lights down low, casting warm shadows around us, the dancers putting on their show, arousing us all, the heat of three bodies pressed together while the city pulsed around us.
Need rolled off them in waves.
But then, Rhea’s gaze broke first, flicking to the clock on the scoreboard, and her confidence slipped for just a moment. “I have a shift tonight.”
A pang of disappointment punched through me, knowing she was going to be unavailable for the rest of the night. Unavailable to see to the dirty, consuming need she had helped build in me all evening.
She grabbed the front of my coat and kissed me hard. Her tongue swept into my mouth as her bare hand slid over the back of my neck, under my hair, holding me to her as she drew a moan from my lips. She kissed me like she was marking me, claiming me, promising me tomorrow would be unbelievable.
But most of all, she kissed me like she wanted Tanner to watch.
Which he did. I could hear his breathing slow as Rhea tilted her head in the other direction, so he could see where our lips tangled. I needed to feel that connection to him at the same moment, so I reached out blindly, finding his arm and digging my nails into it as I pulled him closer.
The manly scent of his cologne and sweat filled my senses as his big body corralled the two of us, his hand sliding down my back to my ass as Rhea moaned into my mouth.
I was ready to climb onto the rim and launch myself at both of them when she pulled back, breaking the kiss and taking a deep breath through her nose as if she were fighting for control. Turning, she gave Tanner a slow, dangerous smile.
“Take care of her tonight,” she told Tanner.
There was no jealousy or anger between them anymore. There was simply hunger.
“I will,” he said, voice low and heated.
My knees barely held me up as Tanner’s hand, strong and firm, against my ass, held me to the boards.
Rhea winked at me, “Goodnight, Goldie.” She skated away, hips swaying, full of purpose and filthy promise. “See you both tomorrow night,” she called over her shoulder.
Then she disappeared down the tunnel in a whisper of cold air and sparks. Leaving me alone with Tanner. His eyes warmed the side of my face, his body trembled with everything he was holding back. And my whole damn body was ready to be in his hands for the night.
“Take me home, Tanner.” I purred, licking my lips and taking a deep breath. “And don’t you dare shower first.”
He cocked a one-sided grin my way as he skated backward toward his locker room. “I’ll be out in two minutes. I hope you’re ready for me.”
His truck smelled like home. And that wasn’t just the hormones raging through my body and urging me to ride Tanner’s big dick while he drove us to my place. But I did give in and take a deep breath in at his neck as he shifted the truck and pulled out of the parking lot.
I sat in the center seat of his truck, his gear shift between my knees—the actual gear shift, unfortunately.
He cleared his throat as he drove down the dark street towards town, trying to pretend he wasn’t wound tight like I was.
I didn’t feel like pretending, though. I leaned in, lips grazing his ear. “Watching you get physical with Rhea made me so hot.”
His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. “Goldie.”
“Hmm?” I dragged my nails lightly down his forearm. “You liked it too. Didn’t you?”
He made a noise, half choke, half growl. “I liked… competing.”
“No,” I whispered, not letting him off the hook. “You liked her hitting you. Running you into the boards. Fighting you for me.” I licked my lips, teasing the ridge of his ear. “Almost as much as you liked how she felt pinned beneath you, didn’t you?”
His breath shuddered, but he didn’t answer me.
“You like Rhea,” I said softly. “You like her in a way you haven’t let yourself admit.”
Tanner’s jaw flexed as he stared straight ahead down the road. “I don’t want to talk about it when you’re touching me like this.”
“Fine,” I purred, running my fingertips down his thigh, doing anything but dropping it like he wanted. “Then no touching.”
“Damnit, Goldie.” He groaned. “Please.”
I grinned in the dark cab of his truck and dragged my fingers up his thigh, giving back the contact he begged for. “Tomorrow night, I want you both.”
“You have us.” He replied through clenched teeth, shifting gears and rocking his hips as I scraped my nails over his erection through the soft fabric of his sweatpants. Thank God for gray sweatpants on a hung man. “We’re yours.”
“I want more than you both sharing me though,” I purred again. “I want you both to stop fighting it. She wants you, and you want her.” I whispered, “I saw it. I felt it.”
He inhaled sharply through his nose. “I’m trying really hard not to pull this truck over and bend you over the hood.”
That wasn’t a denial.
A shiver raced down my spine, and I palmed his thick cock, stroking him through his pants. “You don’t need to hold yourself back for me.” I squeezed, and he cursed, flexing his hips up into my palm. “Rhea can handle your roughness, and I want to watch.”
“This is—” He groaned, “It’s—”
“Don’t you dare say wrong.” I slipped my hand down his pants and felt the branding heat of his cock against my palm as I pulled him out.
He cursed, hitting the brakes a little too hard at the stop sign, but kept the truck still as I slowly slid down the bench seat until my lips were even with the head of his cock.
Pre-cum dripped from it and I flicked my tongue over it, moaning at the taste as he hit the gas.
“You want her. She wants you. And I want to see the two of you together.” I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, and he gave up fighting it, threading his fingers into my hair as I sucked him deep.
“I want to watch you touch her. Kiss her. I want you to pleasure her, which will please me.”