Kourtney
“Jay looks great this season. It’s like he gets better every time I see him.”
I grin. “I’ll never get tired of watching him play.”
Jason has played defense for the Goldfinches since getting drafted in college.
He’s easily one of the fastest players on his team, and he’s assisted in more goals than almost any other player currently in the league.
It’s not surprising, being that I know him as well as I do.
He sees everything, and his reaction time is unprecedented.
It’s like he’s always one step ahead of everyone else on the ice.
I love getting to watch my husband live out his dream.
“I spoke with your friend Tim yesterday,” I say. “He said it could take a couple of months to get the app and the website up and running.”
“That’s great.” Celeste nudges me with her shoulder. “You can create a ton of content in the meantime.”
Creating content is code for having sex.
Jason skates over to us and skids to a stop in front of the boards. His eyes flick down to Celeste’s jersey—Trenton’s jersey that she always wears for games—and then he shakes his head as his eyes lift back to hers.
“Someone’s in trouble,” I singsong.
Jason has made several comments about her wearing Trenton’s jersey instead of his over the last year. She jokes and tells him that Trenton pays her as his PR agent, and she’d gladly wear Jason’s if he wants to pay her too.
Celeste rolls her eyes at him and shouts, “Shouldn’t you be warming up?”
His gaze slides down the length of my body this time, and one corner of his mouth ticks up before he shoots us a wink and skates away.
I fight to conceal my smile. “He warmed up right before he went out there.”
Celeste’s head whips to look at me. “Here?”
My cheeks heat as I nod. “In one of the storage closets.”
Her head tips back as she laughs. “And what if you got caught?”
“That’s the thrill of it.”
I clench my thighs together at the reminder of Jason fucking me hard and fast in the closet.
“Don’t you know that you’re supposed to fuck after the game? He needs all that pent-up testosterone to play.”
I grin. “He’s got plenty to spare, trust me.”
“That’ll come in handy for your website.
” She turns to face me, the smile fading from her face.
“Hey, listen. I don’t want to sound like a Debbie Downer, but just make sure you two are careful about hiding your identities on there.
I know you don’t want your parents to find out, but this could get Jason into a bit of hot water for doing something so scandalous being that he’s representing the NHL. ”
She’s right, and it’s something Jason and I have been discussing lately. Hiding our faces is doable. We’ll just have to get creative with camera angles.
“We’ll be careful.” I nudge her with my shoulder. “And if anything happens, at least we know the best PR agent who can help us.”
She flips her hair over her shoulder. “Ain’t that the truth.”
I want to ask if she’s thought about my proposition.
Will she truly open her mind to the possibility of what I’m asking for?
I don’t want to pressure her to do something she isn’t comfortable with.
But a little temptation never hurt anyone…
Celeste
After tonight’s win, the team disperses to celebrate.
It’s the first weekend they’re off in months, and Trenton heads out to Mexico for the weekend for his honeymoon, while the single guys plan which nightclub they want to hit up.
Kourtney links her elbow with mine. “Let’s go to Pegasus.”
“We haven’t been there in forever.” I smile at the memory. “Remember when the drag queens were hitting on McKinley?”
Jason chuckles. “He got blackout drunk and woke up naked on someone’s boat the next morning. No clue where his clothes went.”
“Didn’t he have to take an Uber home in a bath towel?” Kourtney asks.
I nod. “They really showed him a good time.”
Jason slings an arm around each of us while we walk toward the black car waiting for us. It’s something he’s always done, something that shouldn’t make me feel uneasy. But after finding out about the conversation he and Kourtney had, I don’t know how to act around him.
Spending the night drinking and dancing won’t lead anywhere good. I should put distance between the three of us.
“I don’t know if I feel like going out tonight.” I stifle a fake yawn. “I’m kind of tired.”
“Please come,” Kourtney whines. “We can people-watch and get ideas for the website. It’ll be like a business meeting.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s a reach.”
“But it’s working.” She waggles her eyebrows. “Come on, Celeste. Let’s celebrate me finally starting my own business.”
I guess I can’t avoid hanging out with these two forever.
I heave a sigh. “Fine.”
We ride over to Pegasus and slip in through the side door. It’s a private drag bar without paparazzi and fans. Each guest signs a waver when they become a member, and what happens inside the club stays inside the club.
Kourtney and I talk about the website while we have a couple of drinks, but it’s not long before she drags me downstairs onto the dance floor.
It’s crowded, so we’re sandwiched together, closer than I’d like to be at the moment, but we’ve always danced together like this so I try not to let it get to me.
She wraps her arms around the back of my neck, and my hands slide around her waist like the traitors they are.
One song turns into five, and two drinks turn into shots.
Then while we’re dancing, Kourtney lets out a small moan in my ear.
I glance down at her flushed cheeks. “Are you okay? Do you need some water?”
“No, I’m good.” She runs her fingers through her hair and winds her hips, acting as if nothing happened.
I’m imagining things. My head hasn’t been right since our argument a few days ago. She’s probably breathing heavy because it’s so hot in here.
But then her knees buckle and her back arches as she grips onto me, and a distinct moan floats into my ear.
“Kourt, what are you doing?”
“It’s not me. It’s him.”
My eyes fly to Jason, who’s watching us from his seat. He tears his eyes away from us just long enough to glance down at his phone in his hand and move his thumb over the screen.
Kourtney releases another moan, clutching onto me for support.
“I’m wearing a vibrator,” she says. “He’s controlling it from his phone.”
Oh for fuck’s sake.
I’m equally parts pissed off and turned on. “Then why aren’t you dancing with him?”
“You know he likes watching me squirm.” Kourtney turns around and presses her ass against me, lifting her arms over her head just like she did at the wedding. “Every time you touch me, he’ll reward me.”
I keep my eyes on his phone, and slide my hands along her ribs. Sure enough, his thumb moves, and Kourtney’s body reacts, her legs shaking as she whimpers.
I drop my hands to my sides, but my feet stay rooted to the floor. “I’m not going to be a part of this game.”
“Come on, Celeste.” Kourtney spins around and pulls me close.
“Be real with me. I know you better than anyone in this world. Tell me you don’t find the idea of the three of us hot.
” Her hands skate down my spine, settling on the small of my back.
“Tell me the real reason you haven’t been able to sleep lately.
” She positions her legs on either side of mine, rubbing herself against my thigh like an animal in heat.
“Tell me you don’t feel as turned on as I do right now. ”
The vibrator between her legs buzzes against my skin, and she rolls her hips, letting her head fall back as she moves.
I know what she’s doing. She thinks she can seduce me into agreeing to their fantasy. And fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing knowing she has a vibrator inside her right now.
“Please,” she whispers. “This feels too good to stop.”
I should rip her off me and storm out of here, furious at her for pushing me to do something I explicitly told her I didn’t want to do. But I can’t move. I can’t push out the word stop.
Instead, my hands drop to her ass and rock her back and forth over my thigh. “This is so fucked up, Kourt.”
“Says who?” She tilts her chin and brushes her nose against mine. “It’s us.”
My body ignites at the feel of her in my arms, at the possibility of kissing her. My stomach clenches, anger and desire mixing with the tequila and dulling my senses.
My eyes flick to Jason over Kourtney’s shoulder.
His emerald eyes are on me, and he arches a challenging brow like he’s asking, “What are you going to do?”
It only stokes my bratty side.
Fine, buddy. Let’s see how much you like seeing someone else kiss your wife.
I take Kourtney’s face into my hands and crash my mouth into hers.
Her mouth opens instantly, our tongues finding one another in a deep, passionate kiss.
We’re ravenous. Insatiable. Hands in hair, gasping for breath, all-consuming.
I kiss her with everything I’ve got, with all the love and emotion and heartache I’ve had inside me.
And she gives it right back to me.
I expect Jason to stalk over to us and snatch her out of my arms. It’s what I would do if someone was kissing my wife in front of my face.
Kourtney’s moan fills my mouth, and she begins riding my leg again, faster than before.
Instead of claiming his wife, Jason brings Kourtney to the edge of ecstasy with the flick of his thumb until she’s writhing in my arms. She’s close. I know what it sounds like. I know how her body reacts.
But so does Jason. Right before she comes, he slips his phone into his pocket and makes his way toward us, pushing through to the center of the dance floor.
He wraps one arm around Kourtney’s waist and then clasps my hand. “Let’s go home.”
My sense comes back, and I shake my head. “I don’t know if—”