6. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Deacon
T he bar's buzzing, all noise and neon, but it’s like I’m in a bubble. My gaze sticks to Holly as she moves through the crowd. She’s all business tonight—sharp suit hugging her curves, blond hair shining under the dim lights. She’s sexy as fuck. But who am I kidding? She could wear a burlap sack and still knock the air right out of me.
"Another round, Deacon?" a voice cuts through my focus. It’s Jaxon, waving over a waitress with a tray of shots. I shake my head, eyes not leaving Holly as she laughs at something one of the staff members says to her.
I push away from the bar, my drink untouched. They say time heals or whatever, but every second since that night with Holly has been an itch I can’t scratch. I've been playing the good guy, keeping my distance. But tonight's different. Tonight, the game changes.
I want her—no secret there. And I know sharing isn’t ideal—we’ve shared for a night or two, but never like this, never with feelings. But if it’s the only way to have her, then damn it, I’ll deal. Maybe we all will.
Cameron finds his way to her side, no surprise there. His eyes are glued to the girl and I know he has it bad—maybe even worse than I do. It’s not long before we’re drifting over there too, caught in her gravitational pull as she draws us in over and over again.
I’m a religious man, so I know what it’s like to worship at the altar of someone or something far greater than myself. She’s a goddess in her own right. And I want to spend every damn day worshiping at this girl’s feet.
Holly turns, her eyes meeting mine as I approach. There's a flicker of recognition there, a spark that ignites something deep within me. She offers a warm smile, but it's fleeting, her attention pulled back to Cameron and Jaxon as he joins us.
Conversation flows. So do the little touches as we all find excuses to be closer to her, letting her pull us in with every smile.
"Let's make tonight another one for the books," Jaxon raises his glass.
"To the Grizzlies," I join, lifting my own.
Cameron leans in and says something to Holly that I don’t catch, but whatever it was, it has heat bubbling in her eyes.
She glances around at all of us, her smile turning mischievous. "To the Grizzlies," she echoes, raising her glass in a silent toast.
As we clink our glasses together, the atmosphere shifts, charged with unspoken tension. Holly's gaze lingers on each of us in turn, as if she’s picturing that night too. I can’t seem to stop. Images of her play in my mind over and over. This girl haunts my dreams and every waking moment.
We don’t do repeats. We don’t do serious. That isn’t what we’re about. The team takes up too much of our time for anything real and we’ve never found anyone who has held our attention long enough to want more than a few nights together—if that.
But Holly?
She’s rewriting all the rules. This is a new game, and I have no idea where to begin, but I know I want to find my way to the finish line with her by my side.
Her gaze shifts back to me, a silent question hanging in the air. I can feel the weight of it, heavy and loaded with unspoken words. Cameron's subtle flirtation doesn't go unnoticed, but it's his nature to be indirect, unlike Jaxon's brazen advances.
I meet Holly's gaze head-on, my heart pounding in my chest as I try to convey everything I feel without words. The charged atmosphere crackles around us, enveloping me in a bubble of anticipation and desire.
It's as if we're standing on the edge of a cliff, overlooking a vast unknown abyss below. Jaxon's playful banter fades into background noise as my attention narrows to focus on her and her alone.
Then someone calls her name, and the spell is broken. She excuses herself as she makes her way to someone else who is desperate for her attention. I try to hold back; I really do. But I don’t want to wait any longer. I want this girl. And I need to know where Jaxon and Cameron are on this.
I catch Jaxon's eye, motioning with a tilt of my head toward the back of the bar. It’s a silent call to arms—or maybe it's a call to our hearts. Cameron sees it too and he's on our six without a word. We weave through the thumping music and clinking glasses, finding an empty stretch of wall away from the noise.
"Guys," I start, with no preamble, "I'm all in with Holly. I'm going after her, with or without you."
Cameron lets out a breath, his shoulders dropping like he's been holding them taut for hours. "Thank fuck. I'm in too, Deacon. I—I can't get her outta my head. She’s everything I never knew I wanted and now that I’ve had a taste…” he stops talking and shakes his head.
“I know exactly what you mean, big guy.” I slap his shoulder in solidarity. Then, the two of us turn our eyes on Jaxon and wait.
Jaxon's quiet, his brow pinched as if every word we are speaking weighs a ton. Finally, he looks up from the scuffed floor, eyes meeting mine dead-on. "Dammit, I'm in too." His voice is rough, like it hurts him to speak the truth.
"Then it's settled." I clasp hands with each of them, sealing this pact that's crazier than any play we've ever drawn up on ice. "We go after her. Together."
“We’re really doing this? Asking her to be ours?” Jaxon looks to both of us for confirmation. “And ours alone,” he adds with a growl.
"Let's do it," Cameron says, a hint of his usual shyness breaking through his relief.
"Time to change the game," Jaxon adds, the corner of his mouth ticking up, his dimple making a rare appearance.
We're in sync, a unit ready to face whatever comes next. Because when it comes to Holly Hawthorne, playing solo isn't an option anymore. Not for me. Not for us.
Maybe not ever again.
The crowd parts like we're on a power play, and she's the net. She's back, leaning against the bar, sipping her drink, all business-sleek but with that wild spark in her blue eyes. She's got us skating circles, and she doesn't even know it.
"Looking good, Hol," I say when I finally reach her. Her smile is like a hit of adrenaline.
"Thanks, Deacon. You're not so bad yourself." Her eyes sparkle as she teases me.
"Been thinking about you," I tell her, low enough only she can hear. "A lot."
"Is that so?" She tilts her head, looking up at me through those big blue eyes.
"I’ve been thinking about how one night wasn’t nearly enough." The words come out raw and honest. Holly’s breath catches, and that’s all the answer I need.
Jaxon leans closer, his voice low. "It's stuck with us. Like a highlight reel we can't stop replaying."
Her laugh is a clear note above the bar buzz. "That sounds...intense."
"Intense doesn't cover it," Cameron chimes in, his shyness shed like last season's stats. He's never been one for the spotlight, but Holly does something to him. To all of us.
"Here's the deal." Jaxon isn't dancing around it now. "One night wasn't enough. We want more. With you."
"More?" The word hangs between us, a puck mid-air before the faceoff.
"Another night." Jaxon’s being bold as a breakaway.
“An unforgettable night,” Cam hums.
“And another,” I add. “All the nights.”
"We want to date you, Holly."
"Date?" Her eyebrows shoot up, and I swear the whole room holds its breath. "All three of you? That’s…how would that even work?"
I step closer, close enough that I can smell her perfume. It’s sweet and spicy like cinnamon. "How's it any different from the first time? You, us—it worked."
"It is different." Now there's a flush creeping up her neck, and I'm not sure if it's from anger, embarrassment or excitement. Maybe it’s all three.
"Sharing isn’t a problem for us," I say, my heart hammering a slapshot rhythm.
“No, I don’t imagine it is.”
I can see it, the moment we start to lose her. Her eyes are shuttering, hiding all that emotion behind a thick wall. She thinks she’s one of many, a commodity we trade in all the time. But she’s so fucking wrong it’s not even funny.
“We’ve shared plenty, Holly. Wins and losses. Our lives, our space. And, yes, girls. But we’ve never shared like this.”
I step into her until we’re chest to chest, and I can feel the heat of her skin against mine. It’s intoxicating. I can feel her pulse quicken under my touch, her breath hitching as she meets my gaze. The air crackles with tension, a charged silence enveloping us like a warm embrace. I run my thumb gently over her bottom lip, the softness of it sending a shiver down my spine.
"I know this is a lot to take in," I murmur, trying to convey the depth of my feelings through the proximity of our bodies. Holly's gaze wavers, uncertain, but there's a flicker of curiosity in those bright blue eyes that gives me hope.
Jaxon and Cameron flank us, a united front as we finally find the courage to ask for what we want: her.
“I know it isn’t what we promised. But we want you. We want more than one night, Holly. We want all of the nights.”
"Are you willing to take a chance on us?" Cameron’s voice quivers with anxiety.
"Take a chance..." Holly trails off, her eyes darting from Jaxon's anticipation to Cameron's hopeful gaze and finally landing on me. Searching for an answer I don't have. I only know what I feel—what I want and need.
She bites her lip, and damn if that doesn't send my thoughts straight into the sin bin.
"Okay," Holly breathes, the word a promise that sends a charge through the thick bar air. It's a green light, and my heart races like I'm about to face off at center ice.
We surge forward, leaving the clinking glasses and the buzz of conversations behind. She said yes. She fucking said yes, and we’re not waiting another moment to make this girl ours.
Ours.
The night wraps around us, just as charged as we are. The hotel looms—a beacon for our pent-up desires.
"Can't believe this is happening," Cameron mutters, his voice a low rumble of anticipation.
Holly's between us, her warmth infectious. Every brush of her arm against mine is electric. She stumbles slightly on her high heels, and my hand shoots out to steady her. But it's not just me—Jaxon's there too, and Cameron's hand finds the small of her back.
"Easy there, Hol," I murmur, and she laughs, but there's an edge to it. Nerves, maybe? Excitement?
"Thanks, guys." Her smile lights up the night more than the streetlights outside ever could.
The elevator ride is a silent symphony of fidgeting fingers and shifting glances. Holly's close enough to touch, and damn, I want to. The door dings open, and we spill into the hallway.
Our suite door shuts with a click, and it's like a starting whistle. My lips find Holly's in a hungry kiss, and I groan at the contact. She tastes like the bourbon she's been sipping, sweet and fiery all at once.
"Deacon," she sighs into my mouth, and I'm lost.
Cameron’s heat presses against her back, and her body arches instinctively. He buries his face in her hair, inhaling deeply.
"God, you smell good," he murmurs, and Holly's moan vibrates through me.
Jaxon watches us, dark eyes hooded and intense. He’s not wasting any time. His dick is out, precum leaking from the tip. His hand moves from root to tip, slow and sure. The sight is raw, primal. It strikes a chord deep inside me, stoking the fire that's been simmering since the moment we sat down at that bar. Hell, since the moment we laid eyes on Holly in that hallway outside our apartments.
"Fuck, look at him," Holly gasps, catching sight of Jaxon. Her words sound breathless, laced with desire.
"Like what you see?" Jaxon's voice is a challenge, a dare.
"Yes," she answers without hesitation and something fierce and possessive roars to life within me.
Jaxon's voice slices through the tension like a skate blade on fresh ice. "She’s mine first."
He's all grins and that dimple of his is in full sight as he sweeps Holly into his arms. She laughs, the sound mixing with surprise and anticipation, like she's both caught off guard and entirely at ease. That's Jax for you—always keeping us on our toes.
"Jax," she says, but it's not a protest. It's a surrender to the moment, one that is captured by his lips as he kisses her with all the emotions he’s been holding in.
He doesn't walk. He strides, confident, straight to the nearest bed. His hands are busy with her clothes, and hers are eagerly working at removing his. The air grows thick with the heat of skin on skin, and when they're both bare, it's like some magnetic force pulls them together.
"Damn," I murmur, watching Jaxon sink into her. Her back arches beautifully, eyes closing, lips parting. The sight should be enough, but it's not. Not for me.
"Roll over," I say, my voice low and rough.
Jaxon complies without hesitation, flipping onto his back. I help Holly swing a leg over, settling her down so she's facing away from him, riding him reverse cowgirl style.
"Deacon..." Holly’s voice is a needy whine now, reaching out to me.
"Right here, Hol." I drop to my knees, level with where they're joined. With a glance up at her, I lean in close and let my tongue find her clit. The first touch sends a shiver through her, and her fingers tangle in my hair, gripping tight.
"Fuck!" Jaxon curses beneath her. Even under these circumstances, Jaxon never loses that edge of control, but now his voice teeters on the brink of something raw.
Holly's moans grow louder, more frantic. She's beautiful like this, lost in sensation, her body moving instinctively between the two of us.
"Deacon!" she cries out, and that sound, that plea—it's everything.
"Give it to her, Jax," I grunt against her, my mouth still busy. "Make her feel it."
Jaxon thrusts up hard, and Holly's entire body rocks. She leans forward, bracing herself against the headboard, and I don't let up. Not for a second. I want her to come apart, and I want to watch it happen.
"More," she gasps, and who am I to deny her?
"Always more for you, baby," I promise. My own desire is a living thing, pushing me to take her higher, to give her everything she could possibly want. And right now, all she wants is us—all of us.
Cameron stands at the edge of the bed, his green eyes dark with lust. Holly's gaze locks on him, and she leans towards Cam like a siren luring her willing victims. Her lips part, and she takes him in, her moan vibrating against his length. The sight sends a surge of heat straight to my core.
"Damn, Hol," Cameron groans, his fingers weaving into her blond hair.
I can't help myself. I shove my pants down past my ass and wrap my hand around my cock. Watching Holly work Cameron while I taste her and Jaxon takes her, it's a kind of heaven. My tongue swirls, her hips buck, and her hands clench in my hair. It's wild. It's primal. And it's all for her.
"Has anyone ever taken your sweet little ass, Holly?" I murmur against her pussy.
She hums around Cameron, a sound of pure sin, and nods her head slightly. Jaxon stills behind her, and I know what's coming. He pulls back, and she gasps for air, releasing Cameron from the warmth of her mouth. Her blue eyes are wide, pupils blown, as Jaxon positions himself at her entrance.
"Easy, baby," Jaxon whispers, his voice rough with need.
Her breath catches, and then she's pushing back against him, taking him inch by excruciating inch. I watch the mix of pleasure and surprise dance across her face. Her nails dig into my scalp, and I double down on my efforts, wanting to distract her, to heighten every sensation.
"Deacon..." She doesn't finish, but she doesn't have to. I've got her. We've all got her. And we're not letting go.
Cameron's grip loosens, and he draws back, leaving Holly's lips free. I waste no time. I surge up, my lips capturing hers in a searing kiss, tasting the mix of Cameron and raw desire on her tongue.
"Can you take it, Holly?" My voice is a growl against her mouth. "My cock slamming into this pretty pink pussy while Jax stretches your tight little ass?"
Her moan vibrates through me, and she nods frantically, her eyes wild with lust. "Please, yes."
I don't wait for another word. I line myself up and thrust into her, groaning at the tightness that swallows me whole. She's wet, hot, and clenching around me like a vice.
"Fuck, you're so tight," I grunt, finding my rhythm. I glance at Cameron, his green eyes dark with need. "Cam, give her your cock. She wants it."
Holly reaches for him, her small hand wrapping around his shaft, guiding him to her waiting mouth. I can't stop the primal surge of possessiveness that rips through me as she takes him in, sucking hard.
"Good girl," I praise, my hips snapping forward relentlessly. Every time I drive into her, I push her onto Cameron's dick. Jaxon matches me stroke for stroke, creating a rhythm that has us all spiraling toward the edge.
"Please..." she mumbles around Cameron, her voice muffled but filled with pleasure.
"Take it all, Holly," I demand, my fingers digging into her hips. "Every inch, every thrust. You're ours."
My hips slam into Holly, hard and fast. The slick heat of her surrounds me. She's heaven and sin, all wrapped up in a perfect package that clenches around me like she never wants to let go.
"Please..." Her voice is a breathless whisper, a siren's call that pulls me deeper into the abyss of pleasure.
"Fuck, Holly," I manage to grunt out between thrusts. The sound of our skin slapping together fills the room, a testament to the raw, unfiltered desire we're drowning in.
Jaxon's hands grip her waist from beneath, guiding her down onto him with every upward push. He's silent, but his eyes blaze with an intensity that speaks volumes.
"Come for us, Hol," Cameron murmurs, his voice strained as he watches her lips envelop him once more.
Her body tenses, and then I feel the ripple of her orgasm tear through her, triggering my own release. It crashes over me, a wave of pure bliss that obliterates thought, time and reason.
"God, yes..." I groan as I spill myself into her, my vision blurring with the force of my orgasm. Jaxon follows, his own groan muffled by the sounds of our collective climax.
And then there's silence, save for the panting breaths and the pounding of my heart. As the haze of ecstasy slowly fades, a single thought anchors itself in my mind. What would it be like to have this all the time? To truly have Holly?
Because it's not just about the sex. Not anymore. It's about the way she laughs, the sparkle in her big blue eyes when she talks about hockey, about anything, really. It's the warmth of her smile and the fierceness of her spirit. I want all of that. I want something real with her.
"Damn, Holly," I whisper against her ear as I pull her close, holding her tight against me. "That was...incredible."
"More than incredible," she agrees, her voice laced with satisfaction and a hint of something else—something tender. “Unforgettable.”
"Does this mean you'll think about it?" Jaxon asks, his tone hopeful. "About being with us?"
She rolls her eyes, but there's no missing the affection in her gaze. "I'd say after tonight, I'm more than thinking about it."
"Good," Cameron says, grinning. "Because I don't think any of us are willing to give you up."
"Definitely not," I add, and it's true. I'm all in. Whatever it takes to have Holly, to make this work—I'll do it. Because she's worth it. She's everything.