Chapter 70 Aleksandr
ALEKSANDR
Eva wore Tristan’s jersey—we all did. She’d asked Dr. Parker and Coach Caruso if she could sit with Cole and me for the final game of the Frozen Four, and they’d agreed.
They should have insisted she stay with the team to take notes and do her job, but they were kinder than I would have been and knew what this game meant to all of us.
She snuggled up to me in the best seats in the house, right against the glass. Cole sat to her right, and we’d dressed her in a jersey, several layers, a short skirt, and thick stockings that attached with garters.
And no panties whatsoever.
Cole draped his jacket over her lap, and Eva looked at him with one eyebrow raised.
“C’mon, slut,” he said, leaning close so only we could hear. “You knew what you were getting into when you walked out of the hotel room without panties this morning.”
“It’s so—” Her eyes widened. “Cole, your fingers are cold.”
“Then warm them up, princess.” His hand moved under the jacket, and her face flushed as she tightened her knees together before remembering it wouldn’t help.
I bent down and captured her gasp with my lips, swallowing the sound before anyone around us could hear. She kissed me back desperately, one hand tangling in my hair as she held me close.
“That’s it, baby girl,” I murmured against her mouth. “Stay quiet for us.”
Tristan skated by, warming up, and tapped the boards right in front of us, pressing his glove to his mask then blowing a kiss.
“The sign!” Eva gasped, breaking away from me to hold up the poster she’d made.
PUCK BUNNIES FOR TRISTAN, it declared in bold letters.
Katie and the girls were a few rows back with matching signs. They screamed and waved, and I watched Tristan’s grin widen behind his mask.
An unfamiliar warmth expanded in my chest—no, it was familiar now, and I’d felt it for the last several months, since Eva had so fucking bravely ordered us back into her life, making it clear she wanted us, and she expected us to get in line.
So we had.
And now, we were here, together, hers.
“So you’re a puck bunny now?” Cole asked, lazily moving his wrist under his jacket as Eva’s cheeks turned pink and her breaths turned uneven.
“Have been for a long time,” she managed then half-moaned as he did something that made her squirm. “Cole, you can’t—not here—”
“The fuck I can’t,” he interrupted her, and she squeaked at whatever he’d done in response. “I promised Tristan you’d be soaked and waiting for him after the game, ready to celebrate his win.”
“What if—ah—they don’t win?” Her voice was breathy, desperate.
“Then you’ll console him.” Cole’s smile was wicked. “Either way, kitten, we’re fucking you stupid tonight.”
I slid my hand up her thigh, found Cole’s fingers working her, and added my own. She whimpered then dragged me down for another kiss.
“Shhh, baby girl. Can’t let all these good people know how needy you are, hm?”
The game started. Tristan played like a man possessed—skating faster, hitting harder, finding openings that shouldn't have existed. Every time he passed our section, his eyes found us.
Cole kept his fingers moving the entire first period, bringing her to the edge and then backing off. By the time the buzzer sounded, Eva was trembling, her face against my shoulder.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Absolutely not,” Cole said, withdrawing his hand. She whimpered at the loss as he licked his fingers clean.
The second period was torture for all of us. Tristan scored midway through, a beautiful shot that had the crowd on their feet.
In the third period, with the Marauders up 2-1 and seconds left in the game, Cole finally gave Eva permission.
“Come for us, princess,” he whispered. “Show us how much you love watching Tristan play.”
She shattered, silent except for her shuddering breath against my neck, her entire body trembling as she came. I held her through it, one hand in her hair, the other on her cheek.
“So fucking perfect,” I whispered in her ear as the final buzzer sounded. The Marauders won 2-1, and the crowd erupted.
The celebration on the ice was chaos—confetti falling, music blaring, and the Marauders losing their shit with joy. We helped Eva onto the ice carefully, her legs still shaky, and found Tristan in the center of the celebration.
He swept her up in his arms and planted a kiss on her lips. Then, he did the same to Cole. When he came to me, he leaned his forehead on mine. “I love you, Alek,” he said quietly.
“I love you too,” I murmured. I brushed my lips against his as flashes from photographers went off around us and confetti dropped down onto the ice.
“She’s ready for you,” I murmured.
“Gonna fuck her stupid,” he said with a grin.
“Maybe I’ll do the same to you,” I promised.
“Fuck, I hope so.”
“Novikov.”
I turned to find Coach Caruso standing behind me, arms crossed, expression unreadable. The championship trophy gleamed between us, held aloft by celebrating players.
“Coach,” I said.
He looked at the team—his team, the team I’d built and left behind. Then, he looked back at me.
“You did good work here,” he said finally. “Really good work. These boys—” He gestured at Tristan, Massi, and Rami celebrating together, at the whole team. “They’re disciplined. They know how to work together.”
My chest tightened. “You finished it. The championship is yours.”
“The championship is theirs.” He nodded at the team. “But the foundation? That was you.” He extended his hand. “You built something here, Novikov. I just kept it going.”
I shook his hand, surprised by the firmness of his grip, the respect in his eyes.
“Boston’s lucky to get you,” he continued. “You’re a good coach—a great one.” He glanced at Eva, Cole, and Tristan, kissing and laughing and celebrating together. “When you’re not distracted by pussy. Or cock, as the case may be.”
I huffed a laugh.
He clapped my shoulder once, hard. “Take care of them. All of them. And Novikov?”
“Yeah?”
“Come back and visit sometimes. These boys miss you, even if they won’t say it.”
I looked at the team—at Tristan being mobbed by his teammates, at Massi lifting the trophy, at Rami and Haruto jumping on the ice together.
“I will,” I promised.
Caruso nodded once then turned back to his team, already shouting for them to gather for photos.
I watched for a moment longer—watched what I’d built continue without me, watched them succeed, watched them celebrate—and found I wasn’t sad about it.
I’d left this behind to be with the people I loved, to be the person they needed me to be.
It was the right choice.
Hours later, after drinks with the team and celebrations and press, we made it back to the hotel room. We were barely in the door before Tristan pressed Eva against it, his mouth on hers, his hands pulling up her skirt.
“Fuck, you’re not wearing—” He groaned when he found her bare. “Jesus, kitten, you’re soaked.”
“Told you,” Cole said, locking the door behind us and leaning against it with a satisfied smirk. “Been keeping her ready for you all night.”
“Good boy,” Tristan breathed, and fuck, the way Cole’s eyes darkened at the praise made my cock hard.
Tristan lifted Eva up and wrapped her legs around his waist, still fully dressed in his suit from the press conference. “Fuck, kitten. I’m gonna fuck you right here. Can’t wait—I need you too much.”
“Yes,” she gasped, pulling him closer. “Please, Tris, I need you.”
He freed his cock with one hand and thrust into her. The sound she made was desperate and raw. My eyes flicked to Cole, who palmed himself through his pants.
Tristan fucked her against the door—hard, fast, and frantic, working off weeks of playoff stress, hours of restraint and the sweet victory of winning it all. Her head fell back against the door, her mouth open in a silent scream as he pounded into her.
“That’s it, sparrow,” Cole cooed. “Take his cock. Show him how much you missed him today. Show him what a good girl you can be for our champion.”
“Our champion,” she repeated, breathless, and Tristan groaned at the words.
“Fuck, say that again.”
“Our champion,” Eva moaned. “You won, Tristan. You fucking won.”
He came with a shout, burying himself deep inside her, then reaching down to tease her clit until she did the same, her cries muffled against his shoulder.
For a moment, they stayed there, breathing hard, Tristan holding her up against the door, their faces buried in each other’s necks, holding each other.
He carried her to the bed, still inside her, and laid her down gently. When he pulled out, his cum leaked out of her, and fuck, if that wasn’t the prettiest thing I’d seen all day.
“Look at that,” Cole breathed, moving closer. “Our girl marked up and dripping.”
Eva smiled lazily up at us, boneless and satisfied. “Someone’s gotta clean that up.”
Tristan kissed her nose then sat beside her to kick off his dress shoes. “You all wore my jersey.”
“Course we did.” Cole looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Want to fuck me in it?”
Tristan’s eyes widened then narrowed. “Fuck yes, I do.”
Cole slid his pants off and stood there in the jersey, his cock jutting out proudly in front of him.
Tristan drew me in for a kiss. “You wore it too,” he said.
“Course I did,” I said, mimicking Cole. “You gonna fuck me in it too?”
Tristan took my hand and stroked it up his pierced cock, still soaked from Eva, hardening in my grip. Oh, to have the refectory period of a twenty-two-year-old.
“Coach,” he groaned when I tightened my fingers. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Cole stepped behind Tristan, tangling his fingers in mine. “Or maybe we’ll fuck you instead.”
On the bed, Eva was peeling off layers of clothing, watching us with languid eyes. “I can keep myself busy if you three want to play,” she said, smiling.
“Somebody’s gotta breed Eva,” Tristan said, glancing at Cole with a knowing look.
“Fuck,” Cole breathed, and his cock twitched—breeding Eva was his favorite fantasy.
“On the bed,” Tristan said. “Cole, on your back. Eva, get your pretty pink pussy on his mouth. Coach, behind her.”
We moved, letting our champion take control as he positioned himself on the edge, pushing Cole’s knees up around his shoulders, around Eva.
She leaned forward to take Cole’s cock in her mouth—a bit too short for the angle to be perfect, but we’d never been about perfect.
Cole’s tongue found her immediately, licking through the mess Tristan had left, and Eva moaned around Cole’s cock.
“Such a good girl,” I praised. “Taking care of Cole while we take care of you.”
Tristan was already prepping Cole with lube from the nightstand, one finger, then two, working him open with practiced ease. Cole's hips lifted off the bed at the intrusion, pushing himself deeper into Eva's mouth.
“Gonna take care of you, baby,” Tristan growled, his free hand stroking Cole’s thigh. “Gonna make you feel so good.”
“Sir,” Eva whined. “Me too.”
I slapped the inside of her thigh. “Cole’s tongue isn’t enough for you, baby girl?”
“I need you,” she breathed. She pulled off Cole’s cock long enough to look back at me. “I want to be full,” she said. “I want all of you.”
“Greedy girl,” I murmured, notching my cock at her entrance. “Our perfect, greedy girl.”
Cole groaned beneath her, his tongue working frantically at her cunt. “So fucking wet, sparrow. I can taste you and Tris together.”
“That’s right,” I said as I pressed into her. “Taste how well Tristan fucked her. Taste how much she loves belonging to us.”
“How much you belong to me,” Eva said, looking over her shoulder at me.
“Put that mouth back where it belongs, kitten,” Tristan said.
“On my cock,” she sassed back.
“Yeah, sweetheart, Cole’s cock is yours,” Tristan affirmed. “And mine. And Alek’s.”
She took Cole deep into her throat, and I bottomed out inside her.
Cole’s tongue flicked over her clit, occasionally over my cock, and it felt so fucking good to be together like this.
Tristan had three fingers in Cole now, and Cole was writhing, caught between Eva’s mouth and Tristan’s fingers, overwhelmed with sensation.
“Ready?” Tristan asked Cole and lined himself up behind him.
The sound Cole made was desperate, perfect.
Tristan started to move, slow and deep, and I matched his rhythm with Eva.
“Fuck,” Cole groaned against Eva’s cunt. “Fuck, Tris, yes—”
“That’s it,” Tristan encouraged him. “Take it, baby. You’re so fucking tight, so perfect.”
Eva couldn’t hold herself up anymore, the pleasure too intense. She collapsed forward onto Cole’s chest, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as I fucked her.
“Gonna breed you so good, sparrow,” Cole gasped between licks. “Gonna fill you up until you’re round with our baby. Fuck, you’re gonna be so beautiful—”
“Yes,” Eva sobbed, the fantasy pushing her higher. “Want that, want to be yours—”
“You are ours,” Tristan said, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Always ours, our perfect fucking—”
He came with a shout, buried deep in Cole, and then Cole lost it too, coming into Eva’s mouth. She let him dribble all over his stomach as I fucked her deep and steady.
Eva came next, clenching around my cock so tight, I could barely move, her entire body shaking with the force of her climax.
I followed, filling her as I’d filled her a hundred times before, marking her inside and out.
“Holy fuck,” Tristan breathed after a moment. “That was—”
“Yeah,” Cole agreed.
Eva giggled, the sound turning into a yawn.
“I got you, baby girl,” I said, already moving to get a warm washcloth from the bathroom.
When I returned, Tristan had shifted to lie beside Eva, Cole on his other side. I cleaned her carefully, gently, pressing kisses to her thighs as I worked.
“You did so good,” I murmured. “So perfect for us.”
“You won,” she said to Tristan, her hand finding his. “I’m so proud of you.”
I climbed into bed behind Eva, pulling her back against my chest. The four of us were tangled together, satisfied and whole.
“Boston’s gonna be amazing,” Eva said sleepily. “All of us together.”
She was right.
As long as we were together, we could do anything.