Chapter 55
YES, BABY
Dev
But I’m a little concerned after what I just learned about Aubrey during the first half of the game.
Maybe this drive will clear things up though.
The quarterback drops back into the pocket, scans downfield, finds no one open.
He scrambles for two, three, four tense seconds until he launches a missile that sails fast and beautifully into the arms of the open receiver, who hauls it in and escorts that baby into the end zone.
Aubrey bursts my eardrums with her cheers of “yes, baby” and “that’s how we do it.”
Yup. It’s clear. She’s a feral football fan. I root for the Renegades too. But still, I need her to say yes, baby for me. For us.
When the cheers in the suite settle down, I nudge Aubrey. “Do we need to talk?”
She’s still exuberant from the touchdown. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes bright. “About what?”
Even though I’m in a suite full of other VIP fans of the city’s most decorated football team, I narrow my brow and ask pointedly, “About that yes, baby. Are you a bigger football fan than hockey fan?”
Aubrey rolls her eyes. “Seriously?”
Quickly, Ledger gets on board. “It’s a legit question, come to think of it.”
“I didn’t see you cheering this hard at the hockey game you came to,” I say.
She parks her hands on her hips, looking too sassy, too sexy, too just fucking perfect for me as she says, “I didn’t realize you were the jealous types.”
“I didn’t realize you were loyal to the gridiron,” I counter.
“Just seems you’d have double the reasons to like hockey,” Ledger deadpans.
“But football is sooo fun,” she says.
I cough to cover up my shocked laugh. “But it’s not hockey.”
“I thought you had good taste, honey,” Ledger says, waggling his eyebrows so his double meaning is clear.
“Aww, is it hard for you, handsome?” she asks him before setting a hand on my chest. “Does it bother you too, babe?”
Ah, hell.
We’re handsome and babe. I’m so far gone for her. But I try valiantly to give her hell about this. “No, I’m just thinking we need to get you season tickets to the better sport,” I say. “Right, Ledger?”
His nod is decisive. “We sure do.”
“But what if you’re both playing the same night?” Aubrey asks, all flirty and playful.
I lean in close, sweep some of those auburn locks off her ear. “We can share you.”
She shudders under my touch, then nibbles on the corner of her lips, turning her gaze to him. “That work for you?”
“Yes, yes it does,” he says.
She sits down in the tall, leather chair, then lets out a shaky breath. Looking at him, then looking at me. Just as it should be. I sit, too, put a hand on her thigh. Ledger drops down, wraps an arm around her shoulder. Yes, this is us, dating our girl.
* * *
But dating her also means surprising her. She does like to be thrown for a loop.
Once the game ends, and the suite clears, the three of us hang back, Ledger and I making small talk about the game before he holds up a finger and says he needs to chat with the suite attendant.
He bounds up the steps, tugs the guy aside. The man smiles and nods, then disappears into the hall.
The door clinks shut right as Aubrey reaches for the knob.
I cover her hand with mine. “Not so fast. You need to understand there are consequences for your actions.”
Her eyes flicker as she lets go. “There are?” Her voice sounds breathy. Just shy of excited.
“We can’t let you get away with that kind of defiance,” Ledger says, then locks the door.
“You can’t?” Her voice pitches higher.
“Nope,” he says, then tosses her over his shoulder and stalks down the steps to the glass of the suite, overlooking the field.
The Renegades have won, and the field is clear, but fans are still trickling out of the stadium. He takes her to the second row of seats, obscured behind the tall backs of the seats in front.
He sits then sets her down across his lap, ass up, hair spilling beautifully. Ledger tosses me a careless look. “Raise her skirt for me, will you?”
“Gladly,” I say, joining them in the second row to give a helping hand.
Aubrey gasps, then looks my way as I tug up her skirt, exposing…holy fuck. She’s wearing pink low-rise bikinis, showing off some of her fantastic butt. I yank the fabric higher up the crack of her ass.
With her skirt bunched at her waist and her panties a string, Ledger raises a hand, then lowers it with a quick thwack.
“Oh god,” Aubrey gasps, then wiggles on him, like she’s rubbing her pussy against his thigh.
“This will remind you that you’re not a football girlfriend,” he reprimands.
“I’m not?” she asks, clearly playing along.
He smacks the other cheek. She writhes again as he soothes away the sting. “You’re a hockey girl. Got that?”
She nods a yes, breathing heavily.
“You sure about that?” I ask.
“I don’t know. Am I?” she asks, taunting me, fucking taunting me.
Ledger shakes his head, like can you believe this defiance. “Show her, man,” he says, then lifts her up, setting her on her booted feet. “If memory serves, she likes taking turns.”
She faces me, her brown eyes wide and brimming with arousal, her expression saying please take your turn.
“Go to the window.” I point.
The stadium isn’t quite empty yet, but close enough. She starts to tug down her skirt.
I shake my head. “No. Leave it up. I want to look at that perfect ass as you go.”
“Okay,” she says, her voice feathery. She walks down the steps, reaches the window, and looks back at us.
“Hands up.”
She slides her palms up the glass. Then waits. I don’t go to her yet. I cross my arms and enjoy the view. Aubrey Emerson, copper hair falling down her back, jean skirt rucked up, ass exposed, creamy pale flesh on display for her men.
“Yes, this is a motherfucking date,” I say, then stalk down to her, cup her face, and claim her mouth right as I smack her ass.
She yelps into my kiss. It’s such a rush, her reaction to kissing and spanking.
I swat her other ass cheek, and she kisses me even more greedily.
I crush my lips to hers, grab her by the flesh, and haul her close.
I need her taste, her sounds, her sweet, soft body melting into mine.
And I want her to know, too, that we can take care of all her needs.
I break the kiss. “Now go give him a kiss. But kiss him like you love hockey best.”
When she turns around, Ledger’s right there, dragging her into his arms. I let them have their kiss since she’s sinking into it, whimpering against him.
A few seconds later, I bark out, “That’s enough.”
They break apart. We move to the corner of the suite. “Now, listen, sweet thing,” I say, tugging her against me while he stands behind her, playing with her hair.
I spread my hand over her mound, then inch it lower. She quivers under my touch. “I fucking missed you. I need to show you how much,” I say. “Ledger, you want to help me out? Get these off her, maybe?” I pluck at her panties.
“Yeah, I want to see her beautiful ass. All of it. That sweet pussy too,” he says as he slides the undies down her legs, then helps her step out of them.
Aubrey’s breath comes in soft little puffs of desire. Of anticipation. When her undies are off, Ledger brings them to his nose.
Her eyes pop as she watches him inhale her. I slide a hand between her soft thighs and indulge in my favorite thing—my sweet, slick girl.
“She’s already so fucking wet for us,” I say to Ledger, who seems to be getting high on her scent.
Then he stuffs the panties in his pocket, moves behind Aubrey, and palms her ass. “Because she loves it when we play with her.”
“I do,” she says breathily as I stroke her slick heat.
“I missed this mouth,” I say, then kiss those lush lips. Her taste goes to my head. Lip gloss and mint. Her desire goes to my dick as I coast my fingers through her wetness.
It’s too much and never enough. I’m so high on her in seconds. I break the kiss, drinking in her lust-struck expression. “I missed the way you look when you get so worked up for us,” I say.
“Missed you two touching me, looking at me, toying with me,” she rasps out, rocking her pussy into my fingers then arching her ass against his hands.
Back and forth, him and me.
“That’s our girl. Needing her men to get her off,” I say.
Ledger dips his face to her neck, murmuring, “You deserve double the pleasure, honey. You give so much of yourself to us.”
“I want you both to have me,” she murmurs as she seeks her pleasure, rocking faster against my fingers, her mouth parting, her head falling back. “I need you both.”
“I fucking know you do,” Ledger says, coaxing her along.
“And we need you, sweet thing.” I brush my lips over hers, hungry for her. “Need you so much.”
She moves, fearlessly, freely between the two of us. Making it crystal clear she missed this, missed us—what we give her together.
“Let’s remind our girl how good we can be to her,” I say to Ledger, but the message is for Aubrey.
Everything’s for Aubrey as I slide my fingers across her clit until she breaks apart in my arms. Then, as she’s gasping, Ledger moves around her, gets down on his knees, and pushes her against the wall.
She’s grabbing his face, dragging him against her pussy as she tips her chin toward me, begging for a kiss.
I move in next to her, kiss her face, her jaw, her hair while he wrings another orgasm from her in mere minutes. When she comes down, she’s gasping and moaning, then smiling as she whispers, “I’ve missed you so much.”
I look her in the eyes. “Good.” Then I cup her jaw, tug her to me. “Now say it.”
Her brow knits. “Say what?”
“What you said when they scored a touchdown. Say it for us.”
With a loopy smile, she murmurs, “Yes, baby.”
“That’ll do,” Ledger says, and we leave.
* * *
We make our way to my car in the nearby parking lot, when a whimpering in the alley catches my attention. Then a scrabbling of paws.
A second later, we reach the source of the noise. A little black-and-white pup is pawing at an empty carton of takeout food. He’s not wearing a collar, and he’s skinny and dirty.
When he turns to us, he looks hungry and hopeful.