24. Lainey
I did not have a goal in mind when I asked Rhys to bring me to the guys’ game tonight.
I figured I would get bored ten minutes in and then resort to my latest smutty forbidden romance I downloaded just in case.
What I didn’t expect was to love the game so much.
Sure it’s not as violent as hockey or as easy to follow as baseball, but I had a really good time.
The girl next to me took pity when she saw my confused expression and explained the bare bones basics of the rules to me, and after that I really got into it.
Lucky is a phenomenal quarterback, and it’s easy to see why he’s gearing up for a pro career.
Wyatt is a center, and he reads the field and his opponents like a dang book every play.
He could easily go pro if he wanted to, but I know he doesn’t.
My seat neighbor told me all about their positions and how while Lucky is the star of the show being actual quarterback, Wyatt is basically the quarterback of the offensive line.
His Center position isn’t as glamorous or celebrated as Lucky’s, but still incredibly important and demanding.
He basically needs to have eyes on the field at all times and be ready to call a change to the line if they need it.
I’ll admit a lot of what she said went over my head, but what I did understand is that Wyatt is observant in every aspect of his life, and the protection he has for his loved ones also stems to his team on the field. He sees these guys like family, and it makes him a hell of a player.
That attentiveness also makes him a hell of a lover. His teeth scrape against a particularly sensitive spot just under my ear and shivers wrack my body. He smiles, but it’s not cocky. More like he’s just happy he gets to make me feel good.
Seeing those women all over my alphas had me feeling a little feral so of course I didn’t object when Lucky led us to this locker room, but now that it’s just the three of us in this big empty space with those god-awful LED’s and all of their attention focused on me, my heart thunders with nerves.
I haven’t had sex with Lucky since our one night together months ago, and he is the only one of the guys who knew my body pre-pregnancy. What if he isn’t attracted to me anymore once he gets a look at all the changes my body has gone through?
“Hey,” Wyatt lifts my chin. “Where’d you go just now?”
Lucky has also pulled back, worry in his beautiful hazel eyes.
In this light the green is much more pronounce, making his irises glow against his dark lashes.
“You know we would never do anything to hurt you or jeopardize our relationship, right? I swear we had both told those girls no multiple times and we had no idea you were here, so they caught us as we were trying to rush out the door to get home. But I have never been good with confrontation or boundaries and she caught me off guard and then you were there and my body just,” I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze, hoping to reassure him. “relaxed.” He sighs.
“I know, Alpha. I watched you tell them no and only stepped in when it seemed like they weren’t getting the message. No one deserves to be touched against their will, regardless of their talent or celebrity status.”
Wyatt chuckles, nuzzling his nose into my neck. “Luck is the celebrity here. I am just hot by association.”
My brows furrow and I pull back to look at my quiet alpha. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shrugs, embarrassment tingeing his scent with spoiled milk. It almost makes me gag, but I fight it back with everything I have. The last thing I want is Wyatt hiding his emotions from me. It’s not like we have a bond I could use to pry them out of his cute head.
Lucky growls, spearing his fingers through the hair at the back of my head and pulling my gaze to his. “Our boy occasionally needs reminders that he is not the ugly duckling of our pack, no matter how much his head tries to tell him he is.”
My lips part, shock lighting up every cell in my body. How the hell does Wyatt not know just how attractive he is? He could light my panties on fire with a single look.
A tug on my hair brings everything back in focus and I find Lucky smirking wickedly my way. He leans in close enough his lips brush my ear when he whispers “Why don’t you remind Wy just how hot you think he is?”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Wyatt chokes when I instantly start to lower to my knees, only to be stopped by Lucky so he can place a thick pad down to cover the concrete. I look at him curiously, but he just winks so I decide to go with it.
My teeth dig into my lower lip when Wyatt’s sweet cocoa scent hits me, and this close I can pick out individual notes of cocoa, vanilla, and whipped cream.
I have to know if he tastes as good as he smells, so I hook my fingers into the waistband of his loose sweats.
Glancing up at him through my lashes, I grin through a sudden bout of shyness. “Okay?”
He nods slowly, something like awe in his expression.
It barely takes any pressure from my fingers and his sweats slide off, pooling at his feet.
He’s wearing a pair of tight black boxer briefs and the bulge behind them makes my mouth water.
He’s probably the smallest of my alphas, but still well above average compared to any beta I was with before them.
Slick drips into my panties, my entire body heating as I run my hand lovingly over his bulge.
The man is fuck-hot and I hate that he doesn’t see it.
It’s now my goal in life to make sure Wyatt knows just how damn hot he is and how attracted I am to him.
Stretching up on my knees, I run my tongue across the skin just above his waistband, loving the goosebumps that pop up.
My teeth scrape against that sensitive skin when I hook them into the waistband of his underwear, pulling down and getting a lungful of rich hot chocolate for my effort.
His scent is so thick with desire I can practically feel it sliding down my throat, and I hope I get to feel something else sliding down my throat soon.
“God, Wy. Do you have any idea how much you turn me on? From that very first day in the hospital, I was annoyed because you were so stupid hot, but then you had to go and be sweet, too? It’s a lethal combination, Hanna.”
He groans, shuddering when I use his last name. These boys and their last name fetishes. I’ll never understand, but anything that gets that noise out of my alpha is an immediate yes in my book.
His cock springs free, thick and veiny and smelling like the perfect treat for this frigid winter night. I wrap a hand around the base, noting his knot has already started to swell. Knowing I can get these men so turned on with so little effort is a high I’ll be riding the rest of my life.
A rolling wave of heat suffuses my limbs, and suddenly the only thing in the world I want is this alpha’s cum in my belly.
And maybe Lucky’s inside of me. A quick peek back shows him on his knees behind me, eyes totally focused on my ass as he strokes over the tent in his joggers.
I decide to ignore him for now and turn all of my focus to our pack mate.
My tongue pokes out, lapping up the line of precum about to drip off his head, moaning quietly when his flavor hits my tongue.
Whatever deity or act of evolution allowed arousal fluid to taste like a person’s scent has my eternal gratitude. I still want to taste him and Lucky together, but right now I know he needs all my attention. Lucky can wait a bit.
I suck Wyatt’s cock into my mouth with no preamble, flattening my tongue under the head to work that one spot I know drives men crazy, and he doesn’t disappoint.
His hips buck so hard I gag around him, making him growl.
His eyes darken almost to black, a feral edge slipping in that makes me want to play a dangerous game and see just how far I can go before he snaps.
“Play with our girl,” he snaps at Lucky, threading his fingers through the hair at the back of my head.
He looks down at me, licking his lips hungrily. “I’m not coming without you, honey.”
My body trembles. I can feel the slick dripping down my thighs and flutters in my belly as excitement drives me even higher.
“Goddamn, Wy. Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth.
” The smirk in Lucky’s voice is more than obvious, but Wyatt doesn’t take the bait, too focused on the way I gag when his tip hits the back of my throat.
I panic for a moment, worried I’ll puke since my gag reflex has been so sensitive, but I think his scent actually helps suppress that the same way Lucky’s did in the bathroom a few weeks ago.
Warm, calloused fingers curl in the waistband of my leggings, pulling them and my panties down hastily.
I almost groan at the relief of pressure on my growing belly.
I’ve been avoiding maternity clothes out of sheer stubbornness and vanity, but I don’t think I can get away with it for much longer if I want to be able to breathe.
A surprised moan vibrates around Wyatt’s dick when Lucky’s tongue swipes through my folds, and the sound is echoed by my alpha’s.
Wy’s fingers tighten in my hair and pull me back until only his tip rests in my mouth.
His knot is throbbing and the sight sends a shiver down my spine.
There are so many sensations running through my body and I can feel tendrils of interest down my bond with Rhys.
I almost think I feel something in my bond with Lawson, but it’s gone quicker than I can put a name to the emotion.
Every time he shuts me down it hurts, but I won’t force someone to be with me that doesn’t want to. Our bond was one borne out of convenience and I knew that, so I have no right to be upset by him shutting me out.
Pushing thoughts of my mysterious bond mate out of my head, I focus on the task in front of me.
My hand comes up to clasp around Wyatt’s knot as Lucky continues to devour me from behind.
He guides me to bend over which makes the angle kind of uncomfortable to keep sucking Wyatt, but they make it easier on me when he sits down on the bench and Lucky twists me around to follow.
My free hand lands on Wyatt’s thigh as the other works his knot with firm pressure.
His responding groan is obscene, but the look in his eyes is pure reverence.
The ends of my hair are tugged gently as fingers dig into my hip.
“We’re in a locker room so I can’t knot you here, but will you let me fuck you, kitten?
Please?” Lucky’s question borders on begging, and it makes me feel ten feet tall that this superstar alpha has his pick of partners and yet he’s here, begging to fuck me.
I pull off Wyatt, gasping when I realize how short of breath I feel.
Breathing doesn’t seem so important when you’re knot-deep on an alpha’s dick and having two growing babies pressing on your lungs doesn’t help.
It takes me a few seconds of deep breathing to fix the lightheadedness, but once I feel steady again I glance over my shoulder with a grin. “Yes. Please fuck me, alpha.”
“Never have to beg when you’re with us, pretty mama.” He replies.
The head of his cock breaches my entrance, and the stretch is immediate.
I turn my attention back to Wyatt, taking him back in my mouth with the same enthusiasm Lucky is showing me.
“Fuck, honey. You’re so good at that,” he pants.
The backs of his fingers brush my cheek, swiping away a stray tear leftover from my earlier gagging.
“I’m going to come if you keep that up.”
I double my efforts, working his knot and sucking him in slow, deep pulls that end when my lips meet my fingers. “Pull off if you don’t want me to come down your throat, Lainey,” Wyatt breathes.
That is literally my entire goal. I keep sucking, twisting my fist around his knot and curling my tongue along the underside of his shaft each time I pull back.
It doesn’t take more than three strokes until Wyatt’s knot and cock are throbbing, ribbons of his release hitting the back of my throat with enough force to make me cough.
I moan when his taste hits my tongue, my system settling after earlier’s events.
He gently pulls me off but rests my head on his thighs and when I tune back into my own body, I realize Lucky is still inside of me, but he’s stopped moving to allow me to focus on his friend’s pleasure. There are layers to this boy and each new one revealed makes me like him a little bit more.
It’s unsettling.
His hand strokes my back in soothing motions, which is at complete odds with the way his cock throbs inside me. “Back with me, kitten?”
I nod, incapable of forming words at the moment.
“Good, then I can do this ,” he punctuates his words with a thrust that rocks me forward further into Wyatt’s lap.
“Oh god,” I whimper.
He keeps his thrusts slow and measured even as one of his hands snakes around to rub my clit in steady circles.
My body jolts, all of the pleasure catching up to me at once and sending me hurtling headfirst into a powerful orgasm that leaves me shaking.
“ Fuuuck. ” Lucky groans as he picks up speed, chasing his own pleasure.
The thought of him using me for his own pleasure is so hot it sends aftershocks through me, my core squeezing Lucky’s cock until he curses roughly and stills. Hot pulses of his release coat my cervix and the feeling is unreal.
The room is silent for several awkward moments until Lucky pulls out with a huff, breaking the tension. “Well this is a first for me.”
Wyatt chuckles. “Me, too.”
I lean back on my heels and both men are staring at me, likely waiting for me to agree, but I can’t. My teeth dig into my bottom lip to contain my grin and I shrug. Both of their eyes widen, making me laugh. “I plead the fifth.”
Lucky groans, resting his head on my shoulder. “That’s so hot but I also kind of want you to tell me their name so I can break their hands.”
I raise a brow incredulously. “Why on earth would you do that?”
Twin growls sound, their hands simultaneously gripping my waist. Lucky’s just above my ass, Wyatt’s below my ribs. “Because,” Lucky snarls. “They touched what’s mine .”