Decked, Wrecked and Pucked

Prologue

ROMAN

THEN

Lips drag across my throat, the rough, unfamiliar scrape of stubble leaving a trail of heat along my skin. There’s nothing soft about the way they’re touching me, nothing gentle. Just raw friction lighting me up in ways I’ve never let myself admit I wanted.

It makes me question everything.

Who the hell I am.

Why I shoved this part of myself so far down.

Why I never allowed myself to feel this before.

But Zeke and Jasper… they see me.

I don’t even know how I ended up here.

I was out running in the storm, trying to shut my brain up, but somewhere between the first drop of rain and the third mile, I stopped lying to myself. I called bullshit on every excuse I’d been clinging to and found myself sprinting through the downpour straight to their door.

There I was, soaked to the skin, lungs burning, heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with cardio and everything to do with them.

When Jasper opened the door barefoot and bare-chested, he didn't need to ask why I was there. He just knew.

He’s been testing my boundaries since the day I found him and Zeke together, daring me to react to him, and Jesus, I wanted to.

But I kept telling myself it was nothing.

I forced myself to pretend I didn’t feel the floor drop out beneath me every time we were out on the ice and they’d drift just a little closer.

Clearly, I failed spectacularly because now I'm here, pinned between them, being touched in ways I’ve never experienced before.

Zeke’s hands are everywhere, mapping me like he’s learning me by touch. His palms slide over my chest, lingering at my collarbone before drifting down my stomach and skimming the hard edge of muscle. Jasper’s touch is bolder, more demanding, his hand already finding the waistband of my sweats.

“Is this okay, Captain?” Jasper murmurs against my jaw.

I nod, my breath catching in my throat.

“Roman, we need your words.”

Instead of answering Zeke, I grip the back of his neck and slam our mouths together—tongues colliding and fighting for dominance—neither of us willing to give an inch.

“I think that’s pretty clear, baby,” Jasper says, sliding my sweatpants down over my hips.

I don’t stop him. I strip my underwear right along with them, baring myself completely in front of another man for the first time outside a locker room.

Except this isn’t just one man, it’s two.

Two teammates.

Two friends.

Two people I never thought I’d want like this.

But fuck the rules.

Fuck the implications.

Fuck what’s supposed to happen, or what comes after.

Because this pull has got its hands around my throat, and I don’t ever want it to let go.

“I want both of you out of those clothes,” I growl, feeling needy as hell.

Clothes hit the floor in a blur, and suddenly we’re all naked—skin pressed to skin, cocks hard and leaking, bodies humming with what’s about to happen. I’m already so close to the edge I could lose it before anything even starts.

The last time I felt like this was when I was with—No. Can’t go there. That door stays shut.

I’m kissing Jasper while Zeke grinds our cocks together until I’m seeing stars.

“Holy shit,” I groan, rutting against him, “Why does your dick feel so fucking good against mine?”

Zeke’s lips graze my neck. “Because it’s us. Because it’s you. And fuck, I want to hear the sounds you make when you come for us.”

“I wanna watch you pound Zeke’s ass,” Jasper pants into my mouth.

“What do you say, Rome? You wanna sink that thick cock in me?”

“Fuck me…” Jasper groans, falling back against the pillows while his hand works his length. “I’d give my right nut to watch that.”

I’ve done this before with girls, never with guys. But ass is ass. Flesh and heat and the same tightness, no matter who it belongs to.

I know this should feel like a bigger step than it does, but it doesn’t. Not with them. Not when the need to feel both of them wipes out every other thought until giving in is the only thing I can do.

“On your back,” I order, and Zeke stretches out across the mattress.

Jasper leans in and kisses him, and I can’t look away. The wet slide of their mouths and the whimpers they can’t hold back—it all goes straight through me, making my mouth water and my pulse race.

Fuck, I want this.

I want them.

Before I can overthink it, I’m on Zeke, dragging my tongue along the thick vein running up his cock.

I swallow him down, and the pure masculine taste of him is nothing like I expected but everything I’ve been craving.

I wrap my fist around the base, stroking what I can’t take while I suck hard around the head, hollowing my cheeks and letting him feel every bit of it.

“Fuck, Rome,” Zeke groans, his hips bucking up.

Okay. He’s into it. Good to know.

“Show me what else he likes,” I rasp as I release him and look over at Jasper. He just grins, and the two of us settle between Zeke’s thighs like we’ve done this a hundred times before.

Jasper grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into a kiss, groaning the second he tastes Zeke on my tongue.

That’s when it really hits me—not all at once, but slowly, in the unhurried stroke of Jasper’s tongue against mine.

The trust.

The heat.

The fucking rightness of it.

When he finally pulls back, he reaches for the lube and squeezes it over his fingers, handing it to me without a word.

I follow his lead, hands a little shaky as I slick my fingers and trail them down between Zeke’s cheeks.

When Jasper sinks the first finger in, Zeke moans, rolling his hips up to meet him.

“Fuck yes. Give me more.”

I press a finger in alongside Jasper’s, our knuckles brushing as we scissor him open together.

“Get inside me, Roman,” Zeke begs, breathless, his head thrown back as a sheen of sweat coats his chest.

I freeze, my heart pounding in my throat. “Please tell me you’ve got condoms. I’m pretty sure my dick will never forgive either of you if you don’t.”

“We don’t fuck around,” Jasper says, and suddenly his hand is under my jaw, tilting my face until I have no choice but to meet his molten-brown eyes. “It’s just us. If you’re good, we’re good.”

“I’m good.”

Jasper’s grin curls across his lips as he leans in, his breath warm against my mouth. “I can’t wait to watch you lose control, Captain.”

I slip a hand beneath Zeke’s thigh, lifting and spreading him wide, exposing every inch of him as I line my cock up at his entrance. I press in slow, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt, hips flush against his ass, my cock throbbing inside him.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, my head falling forward. “I can’t believe I’m inside you.”

Zeke’s eyes find mine, his pupils blown wide. “You feel so good… but I need you to move, baby.”

Baby.

That word does something to me that I know I’m not coming back from.

I start to thrust, slow at first, because I need to see this. I need to hear every sound he makes and burn this memory into my brain.

“I swear to God, this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen—you two like this,” Jasper groans from where he’s sprawled beside Zeke on the bed.

“Fuck, you feel unreal.” My fingers dig into Zeke’s hips as I drive in deeper. “So damn tight.”

The control I thought I had is slipping fast, sliding into something desperate as I start pounding harder, faster, chasing the sensation of his body squeezing the hell out of me.

“Get over here,” Zeke growls, and Jasper straddles his chest so he’s facing me.

Zeke spits on his fingers and slowly pushes inside Jasper, and the sight nearly finishes me.

“Jesus Christ, I’m close,” I pant, hips thrusting harder, faster.

Zeke arches beneath us, every muscle gone tight, shuddering as he comes without a single hand on him—just me and the relentless way I’m fucking him. His ass clamps down around my cock, squeezing so hard it’s like he’s ripping my orgasm out of me, taking everything I have and then some.

“Fuck—fuck, fuck,” I roar, my body snapping tight as I come, emptying myself inside him until I’m shaking with it.

Jasper follows, cursing as he spills all over Zeke’s stomach.

The sudden intrusive thought hits me like a brick:

I want to taste it.

All of it.

Them.

Me.

I don’t care.

I want to ruin myself on it, because I already know one taste won’t be enough.

One hit, and I’ll be addicted.

“Do it,” Jasper says, like he’s in my head and already knows exactly where my thoughts just went.

I ease out of Zeke with a shudder and lower myself to him. My tongue licks across the mess smeared over his skin—Jasper’s release, Zeke’s release. It’s warm, salty, and deliciously male, and the moment it hits my tongue, I know I’m fucked.

“I want more of this,” I rasp, collapsing back onto the mattress between them, sweat-slick and utterly wrecked. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” Jasper asks.

“Unless this isn’t what you want. I don’t know what you two are.”

“What we are is crazy about each other. And what we just did with you is something we both wanted. If you want more, then you’re ours, and we’re yours.”

“I want…”

Zeke pushes up on one elbow and presses a kiss to my shoulder like he’s testing the waters now that I’m coming down from the high. When he leans in and brushes a lighter kiss over my lips, I don’t flinch.

“You don’t have to decide tonight,” Zeke whispers, his forehead resting against mine. “Just know that you’re wanted here by both of us.”

“Can we go slow?”

Jasper lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “You call that slow?”

“Now that…” I blow out a shaky breath. “That—I’m all in, and we can go as fast as you want. But the relationship part? That’s harder for me. I don’t open up easily.”

“You think we don’t already know that? You’re a fucking fortress, Captain. You’ve been one as long as we’ve known you. But you’re going to feel safe with us. I promise you that.”

Call it instinct, but I already know this thing between us isn’t casual. Not the way they touch me, not the way they look at me like I’m something they’ve been waiting for.

This is trust.

This is history.

This is a connection that’s been under my skin for longer than I ever let myself see, and now that I feel it, I know it’s going to be something special.