10. June
Holy shit. Ryan has his hand on me. It’s an innocent gesture, but also protective, and it’s giving me all sorts of feelings. I can’t remember the last time jerkface Bill did that. My heart doesn’t know if it should do somersaults or jump out of my chest. And I can still feel the gentle touch of Ryan’s fingers against my cheek. I didn’t realize I was so deprived of affection until I got it from a guy I just met.
I have no illusions though. Even before he confessed that he isn’t Prince Charming, I had already figured that out. Ryan, Jake, and Lachlan are famous hockey players. What could they possibly want with me besides a night of fun?
A night of fun you totally deserve, June.
In the elevator, Ryan stays on my left side, and Lachlan on my right. Jake leans against the right wall and proceeds to stare at me. I still have a buzz going thanks to the dirty martinis, so my tongue is looser than normal.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” I ask him.
His brows arch. Maybe he’s not used to people calling him on it. “I’m trying to figure you out.”
“If you succeed, please share. I haven’t accomplished that yet.”
He cocks his head. “Are you saying you’re an enigma even to yourself?”
“Yep.”
“I love a good mystery.” Ryan takes my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.
It feels like an electric charge goes up my arm and spreads everywhere, igniting a fire in the pit of my stomach. The elevator finally arrives on my floor, and since Jake is ahead of us, he walks out first. Ryan and I follow.
Lachlan is the last out. “What’s your room number, lass?” he asks.
I glance at the card Melissa gave me earlier, and hell and damn, I don’t want to say it out loud.
Since Ryan is standing next to me, he peeks, and chuckles. “Room eleven sixty-nine.”
Face. Flames. Check.
I make the mistake of looking at Jake. His expression is serious, but the corners of his lips are curling upward. I don’t know if he’s trying not to laugh at me, but he is amused.
If saying a stupid number gets me all flustered, do I really have what it takes to get down and dirty with three men at the same time? My pulse skyrockets and my palms are starting to get clammy. Shit. And Ryan is still holding my hand. I’m beginning to unravel, and not in a good way.
No, June. Stop letting your head get in the way. Screwing three sinfully sexy hockey players is exactly what you need tonight.
Now that we know the room number, Jake and Lachlan walk ahead, and I trail them with Ryan. I’m too busy freaking out to pay attention to my surroundings. Besides, there are two hot guys walking in front of me. They’re tall and muscular and exude male dominance. Fuckity fuck. I’m way out of my depth. Not only do I have no idea what to expect, but also my skills in the bedroom are lacking. Bill wasn’t the most adventurous lover.
Why am I thinking about that asshole when I’m surrounded by these gorgeous men? I won’t let him ruin this for me.
Jake and Lachlan stop, and Jake announces, “Room eleven sixty-nine.”
“That’s me,” I say like a dumbass.
They move away from the door, allowing me access to it. I let go of Ryan’s hand and scan the card, praying it works on the first try. It does and, before I lose my nerve, I open the door, expecting to find a regular-size room on the other side, not a huge suite with panoramic windows and a blue L-shaped couch with a massive TV screen against the wall opposite it.
“Wow.” I walk in, looking at everything in bewilderment. There’s even a mini-kitchen with top-of-the-line stainless steel appliances, and a counter with high stools.
From the corner of my eye, I spy Ryan making a beeline for the fridge. He opens the door and says, “Nice.”
I turn. “What is it?”
Grinning broadly, he takes out an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne inside and a medium-sized black box with a big red bow on top.
“Melissa gave you the VIP treatment, lass.” Lachlan pats my shoulder the way a friend would. Funnily enough, that makes me feel less nervous to be alone with them.
Ryan sets the ice bucket and the box on the coffee table in front of the couch.
I follow him, eyeing the box. “What’s inside?” I ask.
“It’s a gift for you, June. You open it.”
I sit on the couch and get rid of my sandals. Immediate relief follows and I sigh loudly.
“I don’t know how women do it,” Jake chimes in.
“Do what?”
“Walk in those high heels. It looks painful.”
“Not as painful as getting checked against the boards, I imagine.” I smirk.
He grins as well. “We wear protective gear.”
“Even so, but you’re right. High heels are torture. I don’t usually wear them. I’d be in the emergency room too often if I did. It’s a miracle I only tripped once tonight.”
“Too bad you landed on the worst person in the room,” Ryan pipes up. “Shall I open the champagne?”
Tomorrow is a work day, but hell, it’d be a waste not to drink it. Besides, my nerves have killed my martini buzz. “Yes, please.”
While Ryan takes care of the champagne bottle, I open the box with the red bow. Jake and Lachlan sit on either side of me but leave a respectful amount of space between our bodies. It doesn’t matter; their proximity makes me shake from head to toe. I’m nervous, but I’m also turned on.
I focus on the box, not how they’re making me feel. Inside, I find an assortment of chocolate-covered strawberries, from dark chocolate to white. “Oh, I love chocolate-covered strawberries,” I say.
“What’s your favorite type of chocolate?” Jakes asks.
“Hmm, I like them all, but white is my favorite.”
He takes a strawberry covered in white chocolate and brings it to my lips. Oh my God. He wants to feed me, and I’m going to let him. Locking eyes with him, I take a bite, and the juice from the strawberry drips down my chin. Before I can wipe it off, Jake rubs his thumb over the mess, holding my stare. The space between us crackles with electricity. With the way my heart is beating so damn fast, it seems as if there’s a hummingbird trapped in my chest. Never mind the butterflies in my stomach, which are now wide awake.
The loud pop of the champagne bottle opening breaks the spell. I look away, knowing very well my face is bright red. I jump to my feet. “We need glasses.”
I try to walk past Lachlan, but his legs are too long.
“Let me get out of the way, lass.” He stands as well, and now we’re in each other’s space. He should move, but he doesn’t. I look into his light-blue eyes and easily get lost there. His gaze drops to my lips, and I freeze, waiting for him to lean down and kiss me.
“Here’s your glass, June.” Ryan appears with a flute in hand.
Lachlan finally steps back, and I can breathe again. “Thanks.”
“We should toas—” Ryan starts, but I’m already halfway done with my drink. “Or maybe not.” He chuckles.
“Sorry. I was thirsty.”
“Let me refill your glass, and then we can do a proper toast.” Ryan winks at me.
The champagne isn’t as strong as the dirty martini, and I’ll need more than one glass to relax. When everyone has a drink, I ask. “What should we toast to?”
“Serendipity,” Jake replies.
I smile, lifting my glass. “To serendipity.”
Glasses clink, and then I’m inhaling my second flute of champagne.
“Whoa, you are thirsty.” Lachlan laughs.
The alcohol is finally taking effect, so without blushing like a virgin, I manage to say, “You have no idea.”
Ryan takes my empty glass and sets it down on the table, then raises his hand, palm up. “Can I have your phone?”
“What for?”
“We didn’t take any selfies.”
I smile. “Oh, yeah. I got distracted kicking your ass at pool.”
“Ouch.” Jake chimes in, shaking his head. “Go ahead, rub it in.”
“I just did. Ha!”
“Man, what happened to the sweet middle-school teacher from earlier?” He gives me a proper smile, and I realize it’s the first time he’s done so tonight.
My heart does several backflips. “You thought I was sweet? Aw, that’s so… sweet.” Jesus, did I really say that? I start to giggle like an idiot.
“I think the bubbles went to her head already,” Lachlan pipes up.
“Maybe,” I say. “All right. Come closer. Let’s take all the selfies, but with the window as the background.”
Ryan, who’s closest to me, stands on my left side. Jake joins on my right, and Lachlan, being the tallest, stands in the back and rests his chin on my shoulder. I jump a little, not expecting that, then turn my face to look at him.
“Relax, lass. I don’t bite.”
“It’d be okay if you did.”
His face splits into a lazy smile. “Careful what you wish for.”
“All right, everyone look at the camera and say hockey!” Ryan says.
I snort. “What?”
Ryan doesn’t wait for us to strike a pose or smile. He starts to take pictures, and I already know several will end up in the delete pile. I try my best to smile like I’m a cool chick, innocently taking pictures with three hotties, but when one—Jake—has his arm wrapped around my waist and all of them are flush against my body, it’s a hard task. I’m getting hot and bothered, and I hope it doesn’t show in the pictures.
“I think you took plenty,” I say after a while, stepping forward. “Let me see them.”
Some are ridiculous, and in others my eyes are closed.
“Oh, that’s a good one, lass.” Lachlan, who’s still standing behind me, points at the phone.
He’s not wrong. It’s a good picture to post on social media. Well, the boys look better than I do, but they don’t have to try. I bet they look like rock stars as soon as they wake up.
“Yeah. I’m posting this one. What should I write in the caption?”
“Hmm… how about hanging out with my new friends?” Jake suggests.
I nod. “Yeah, that’s good.” After I finish typing and posting, I look up. “What should we do next?”
“Whatever you want, June.” Ryan takes a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear, sending rivulets of desire down my spine.
I close my eyes, gathering the courage to answer him honestly. “I want to spend the night with you—all of you.”
When I open my eyes again, I’m taken aback by how Jake and Ryan are looking at me. Lachlan is still behind me, so near that I can feel the heat emanating from his body. I’ve never felt more desired by anyone than I do now. The insecure part of me still thinks this is a sick joke and the punchline will come soon.
“We want that too, June, but only if you’re sure,” Jake replies.
“I’m sure but...” I bite my lower lip. “I’ve never done this before.”
“It’s okay, lass.” Lachlan whispers in my ear, placing his hand on my hip. “We’ll be gentle.” He kisses my neck, and I close my eyes again, leaning into him.
Someone kisses me between my breasts, and curiosity makes me peek. It’s Ryan. He draws his tongue across my cleavage and cups my right breast with his large hand. I gasp. Lachlan continues to shower my neck with open kisses, digging his fingers into my hips while pressing his erection against my butt.
Jake pinches my chin between his forefinger and thumb and turns my face to his. His green eyes are pure fire as he moves closer and brushes my lips with his. Then he uses his tongue to tease my lips open, and when his tongue connects with mine, I almost melt on the spot. The kiss is slow and gentle, but it’s fanning the fire that started in the pit of my stomach, turning it into a blaze. All the attention my body is receiving is making me lightheaded.
He leans back, ending the kiss too soon, and swipes his thumb over my lower lip. “You taste as good as I thought you would, sweetheart.”
Ryan stands straighter and captures my face between his hands. “I want a taste too.”
His kiss is not as gentle as Jake’s was. Ryan slants his mouth over mine, possessive and hungry, almost as if he wants to erase Jake’s taste from my tongue. Lachlan shifts behind me, creating a bit of space between our bodies. I miss the contact immediately, but I have no complaints when he runs his fingers down my ass, and then lifts my skirt, bunching the delicate fabric around my waist.
“I love yer curves, lass,” he says in a husky whisper, before grabbing my ass and squeezing it.
And I love your accent,I would have said, if Ryan wasn’t currently devouring my mouth. He ends the kiss with a swipe of his tongue over my lips and steps back.
His blue eyes are electric and filled with hunger as he stares. “You were right, Jake. She’s delicious.”
They both stand in front of me, watching me like two powerful Greek gods who want to do wicked things to me. I’m distracted by their attention, so when Lachlan curls his arm around my waist and cups my pussy with his free hand, it startles me.
“It’s okay, lass. I’ll make you feel good,” he murmurs in his thick Scottish brogue.
He delivers on his promise by swiping two fingers left and right over my clit. The sensation is so good, it makes my knees buckle. I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm ignited by a living person and not a sex toy. If he keeps this up, I’ll climax soon. I arch my back, lifting my arm to grab a fistful of his hair.
“Do you like that, lass?” he asks.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“Do you want my fingers inside you?” He alternates between flicking my clit and running his fingers in a circular motion.
“Please,” I moan like a kitten.
I have no idea what Jake and Ryan are doing, so I open my eyes. And swallow hard. They’ve gotten rid of their shirts, and holy shit, they’re more breathtaking than I expected. Both have broad shoulders and abs that are so defined, I could wash clothes on them. I want to run my tongue over those hard ridges.
“Do you like what you see, darling?” Ryan asks, his lips curling up.
“Yes.” The word barely leaves my mouth at all, thanks to Lachlan’s fingers. He’s toying with my entrance now, driving me insane.
“I want to see that pussy.” Jake drops to his knees and peels my underwear down my legs.
Lachlan pulls his hand away, leaving me bare for his teammate. He turns his attention to my breasts, pulling the strapless top down so my boobs are exposed too.
“Beautiful,” Jake says.
“Yes, she is.” Ryan steps closer again and brings his mouth to my left nipple.
My breathing is already ragged, but it becomes much worse with the triple attack on my nerves—Lachlan kneading my breast and kissing my neck, Ryan sucking my nipple until it becomes as hard as a pebble, and then Jake, parting my legs and licking my clit.
“Oh my God,” I blurt out.
They keep going, not stopping their torture to say a word. As for me, I’m unraveling quickly and becoming boneless. If it weren’t for Lachlan holding me up, I’d have collapsed to the floor already. For a while, the only noise in the room is of our lovemaking. When the orgasm hits me, it’s like fireworks, an explosion of senses that makes my body shake from head to toe. I’m turning into stardust, and all my thoughts scatter into space. Jake keeps licking and sucking, working his tongue like a magician.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I yell, and it’s a surprise. I’ve never been this vocal in bed, probably because I’ve never come this hard until now.
Even after the tsunami of pleasure recedes, my body is trembling. Soon I regain feeling in my limbs. Ryan lets go of my nipple and kisses me hard and fast, making my toes curl. When he retreats, I would follow if it weren’t for Lachlan keeping me in place.
Jake unfurls from his lower position, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. “Fucking delicious.”
Before I get the chance to reply, Lachlan turns me around, grabs a fistful of my hair, and captures my lips with his. Greedily, I curl my arms around his neck and jump into his arms, bringing my wet pussy and throbbing clit to his rock-hard erection. I gyrate my hips to increase the friction between our bodies. These boys have turned me into an insatiable woman.
“Lass, do you want me to explode in my pants?” he asks against my lips.
“It’s not my fault you’re still wearing them.”
His eyes widen before he narrows them. “You’re a sassy girl, aren’t ya?”
“I am now.” I kiss him again, and then bite his lower lip.
The deep groan that comes from him gives me goosebumps and sends tingles of pleasure all over my body.
“Don’t be selfish, Lachy. You have to share,” Ryan chimes in.
Lachlan doesn’t make a move to let me go, though. Instead, he whispers in my ear, “You’re ours tonight, all of you. All your holes are ours, aren’t they, lass?”
My pussy clenches in anticipation, even though his words make me nervous. I’ve never been fucked in the ass before. Despite that, I say breathlessly, “Yes, I’m yours, all of me.”
“Good girl.”
He sets me on the couch and steps back, unbuttoning his shirt. I look at Jake and Ryan and see that they’re completely naked and playing with themselves. I swallow hard, taking note of their sizes. They are proportional to their heights. And Jake’s dick is pierced vertically through the glans. Holy shit.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Never seen an Apadravya piercing before?” Jake strokes his shaft up and down.
“I’ve never seen any piercing of that sort.”
He chuckles. “If you want, you can not only see it, but feel it inside you.”
I swallow hard, wondering what it’d be like. Instead of answering him, I ask, “Can I help you two with what you’re doing?”
They step closer, two giants that could bend me like a pretzel—I hope they do. I look up while wrapping my fingers around their cocks. Holding their stares, I run my hands up and down their shafts, in awe at how smooth their skins feel against my palms. I’ve never imagined that being ambidextrous would be so advantageous, but I also never dreamed of being in a situation like this. They grunt in unison, and I marvel that my touch can elicit those sounds from them.
I press my thumb over Ryan’s slit, then spread precum over the sensitive skin. His eyes become hooded and burn with desire. I switch my attention to Jake’s pierced cock, taking my time to run my fingers over the jewelry.
“You like playing with that, sweetheart?” he asks in a rough voice.
“I do.”
“Go ahead, wrap your luscious mouth around it.”
Holding the base, I lick his length from bottom to top then flick my tongue back and forth over the piercing.
“Open your pretty mouth wide, honey,” he commands.
I do as he says and swallow his length until it reaches the back of my throat.
“That’s it, babe. Take it all.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, twisting it over his hand and pulling just enough to cause a little pain. “Now suck Ryan.”
I turn to his friend, repeating the same thing while Jake keeps a hold of my hair. Then Lachlan comes from behind, leaning over the back of the couch to put his hands on my shoulders, and to whisper in my ear, “You’re doing such a good job, lass, but I want in on the fun.”
Jake promptly releases me. Free from the restraint, I let go of Ryan’s cock with a loud wet pop and look over my shoulder. “Tell me what to do.”
“Get on your hands and knees on the couch, lass.”
My pulse is drumming in my ears. This is it. I’m going to get railed by three hockey players. I begin to get in position but stop halfway there, realizing something. “I look ridiculous with my tits hanging out like this.”
“Ridiculous isn’t a word I’d use to describe you, darling,” Ryan replies.
Heat spreads through my cheeks. I don’t know why compliments from them are still doing this to me. “I need help getting out of my dress. The side zipper is tricky.”
“I’ll help you,” Ryan volunteers.
He claims my mouth while he does it, but unlike his other kisses, this one is slow and delicious, and it turns me into a puddle. The corseted top slackens, making me feel much better. I had somehow blocked that the dress, even though gorgeous, wasn’t comfortable. I lift my arms so he can pull the dress off me… and now I’m in my birthday suit in front of them. I should feel vulnerable—I’m naked in front of three men I just met—but I’ve never been more comfortable. I wonder if it’s the champagne that’s giving me confidence.
“You’re a vision, June,” Jake says in a voice that’s tight with need.
“You have to stop giving me praise. I might start to believe you.”
He furrows his brows. “It’s the truth, sweetheart. Don’t let any asshole tell you otherwise.”
And by asshole, I’m pretty sure he means Bill.
Immediately, I force him out of my mind. He doesn’t belong here, not even in my thoughts.
I get on my hands and knees alongside the length of the couch, positioning myself so I’m at the edge of it and giving Lachlan a view of the goods from the other end.
He caresses my butt cheeks with a feather light touch, then parts them. “Look at this pretty little cunt, all pink and juicy.” He teases my entrance, making lazy circles, then inserts two fingers, drawing a ragged moan from me. “You’re nice and ready for us, aren’t you, lass?”
“Yes.”
He inserts two more fingers and begins to fuck me in earnest. I’m already delirious with pleasure when I look at Ryan and Jake, who are jerking off as they watch us. I beckon them. “Come here, you two. I barely had a taste.”
They trade a glance, and judging by their arched eyebrows, they weren’t expecting my bossy side.
Lachlan chuckles. “You tell them, lass.”
Feeling sassy, I look over my shoulder. “I want your cock inside me now.”
He rewards me with a crooked smile and pulls his fingers from my pussy. “As you wish.”
It occurs to me I don’t have any condoms in my purse, and having unprotected sex tonight is a deal-breaker. Mercifully, I don’t have to say anything, because Lachlan produces a condom wrapper.
Ryan pinches my chin with his fingers and turns my face toward him and Jake. “Eyes on us, beautiful.”
My body is quaking in anticipation, but I refuse to show them I’m nervous. I focus on giving them the best blowjobs I can, but when Lachlan penetrates me, it’s a little hard to concentrate on my task. He’s stretching me in the best possible way, going slow until he’s completely sheathed inside me.
“You’re so tight, lass. Fuck.” He digs his fingers into my hips and pulls out almost all the way only to slam back in.
I let out a gasp, which is quickly silenced by Jake’s cock deep in my throat. Grabbing me by the hair, he starts to fuck my mouth at almost the same pace as Lachlan is pounding my pussy. Jake pulls back, and then I’m sucking Ryan. At this point, I’m glad they’ve taken over, because all I can think about is how quickly Lachlan is sending me toward the edge.
I begin to shake even more, and then the orgasm hits me and my internal walls squeeze Lachlan’s dick.
“Och, lass. You take me so well.”
His accent sounds thicker, or maybe I can’t understand English anymore, because I’m climaxing and my brain has stopped functioning properly. His thrusts become faster and harder, and he’s pounding into me so fast, I begin to slide forward on the couch. Then in the next second, he grunts, coming as well.
After one final, hard thrust, Lachlan stops moving and squeezes my hips before pulling out, leaving me obliterated. Maybe guessing I need a minute to recover, Ryan and Jake step away. I collapse on the couch, completely boneless, and shut my eyes.
“Are you all right, lass?” Lachlan brushes my hair off my face.
“More than all right.” I look at him, then at Ryan and Jake, who are hovering nearby. “I want more.”
Lachlan kisses my cheek. “And you’ll get more, lass. Don’t worry.”