Chapter 25
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
ROMAN
It’s game day.
Zeke, Jasper, and I are already out on the ice—it’s barely five in the morning, but none of us could sleep. This is our first game since we went public with our relationship, and the world found out that the three of us are more than just linemates.
According to Coach, it’s all anyone’s talking about—sports networks, blogs, the league, sponsors.
Some fans are rooting for us louder than ever.
Some… not so much. We’re bracing for whatever’s coming but secretly hoping it’s not as bad as we fear.
That’s why we’re here so early, skating laps and passing the puck.
Tonight, we play our rivals.
We’ll walk into that stadium with our heads high, with our team behind us, and maybe with the weight of the world on our backs, but we’ll carry it together.
I’m on edge, and I can feel it in every part of me. I miss my woman. We all do. It’s been a week since we returned to Boston, and every second without her feels like a punishment. I’m skating hard, pushing myself to the edge just to burn off the need clawing beneath my skin, but it doesn’t help.
Not when all I see is Addie.
Last night, we fucked our fists while she touched herself. Her fingers were buried between her thighs, her mouth parted, and her eyes half lidded and locked on us through a screen. That call should’ve taken the edge off, but it didn’t. It just made the distance worse.
We’re not built for separation. We’re built for touch, for skin-on-skin, and the kind of love that demands blood and bone and everything in between.
“Rome,” Jasper says, snapping me out of my spiral. “What’s up?”
“Nothing,” I call back, a little too loud.
“You’re all over the place,” he says, and he’s right.
My brain’s a fucking minefield, and every thought is way too loud.
I’m trying to figure out how to protect Zeke and Jasper when that puck drops and thousands of strangers are watching, attempting to dissect something they’ll never understand.
They don’t know our hearts, and they don’t see how fiercely we love or how deep it runs between us.
And Addie… fuck. I don’t even know when she’s getting here, and that uncertainty is chewing me up from the inside.
Suddenly, both of them are at my side, skates scraping the ice. I lean back against the boards, my helmet clattering against the wall.
“What’s going on, big guy?” Zeke asks, searching my face for answers.
“I don’t know… I’m just—”
“She’ll be here soon,” Jasper says softly.
“It’s not just Addie. It’s everything about tonight too.”
Zeke cups the back of my neck, and the second his skin touches mine, it’s like the chaos quiets. “We’ve got this.”
“I know the team’s got our backs, but I keep thinking about what happens when we hit the ice and the arena’s packed. When the crowd starts in on us, I just—” I stop, my breath feeling tight in my chest. “I want to keep you both safe. I just want us to be okay.”
“We’ll be fine. I swear to you,” Jasper promises. “Yeah, the judgment’s gonna come, Roman, because there’s always one asshole with too much to say, but it doesn’t fucking matter.”
“It matters to me.” My breath punches out of me, and I blow out a “Fuck” as I turn toward the tunnel, my emotions boiling over and burning me alive from the inside.
“Hey, don’t fucking do that,” Jasper snaps, ripping off his helmet just as I yank mine free. Zeke’s already standing there, helmet in hand, his eyes fixed on me. “Since when do you walk away?”
“Since I realized I can’t protect you from this,” I shoot back, my chest heaving as I fight to keep my shit together.
“What about you, huh?” Zeke says, moving close and pressing his side to mine while Jasper stands tall before me. “Who’s looking out for Roman in all of this?”
“That’s not how this works.”
“The hell it isn’t,” Zeke fires back, not angry or yelling, just that solid certainty he always has. “This only works because we take care of each other. You don’t always have to carry it all. You have to trust us, Rome.”
“I do,” I rasp, the words rough in my throat. “You know I do.”
Jasper presses his forehead to mine like he’s trying to fuse us together. His hand fits around the back of my neck, and I drag in a breath just as Zeke runs his tongue along my jaw. Jasper’s hands slide down, fingers finding the laces on my hockey pants, and he tugs them loose.
“Let us get you out of your head, just for a minute,” Jasper murmurs.
Zeke steps behind me, his chest pressed to my back.
I melt into him, sinking into that comfort, letting his arms lock me in place while Jasper captures my mouth.
His tongue slides against mine, slow and intimate, the kind of kiss that says mine without ever needing to speak it.
He drops to his knees in front of me, and I feel his hands on the waistband of my gear.
He tugs everything down, knuckles brushing my thighs, and then he looks up at me like I’m the altar and he’s about to pray.
“Look at our wild boy on his knees for you,” Zeke growls, his voice rough against my ear as he runs his tongue along my lobe. “You know he’d live down there if we told him to. He wouldn’t care who was watching—he’d suck your cock in front of the whole damn world if it meant proving he’s ours.”
I curse under my breath, hand wrapped tight around the base of my cock as I stare down at Jasper—our beautiful fucking mess.
His brown hair, which is always a shade darker when the cold settles in, is sticking up in every direction from my fingers.
His lips are parted, breath coming fast, and his pupils are blown so wide there's barely any color left.
“Open that mouth for me, baby. Tongue out. Let me see it.” Jasper obeys, offering himself up like he was made for this. I slap the head of my cock against his tongue once, twice, watching him when he presses a kiss to the tip before teasing my piercing.
“Now show Roman just how good you suck his cock. Show us that nothing out there touches what we’ve got right here.”
Jasper wraps his hand around me, spits on my length, and then seals his lips over my head. He sucks slow and deep, stroking what he can’t take with a twist of his wrist that has me biting down a moan.
“Fuck… Jesus, Jasper,” I hiss through clenched teeth, my head falling back as my hips snap forward.
Behind me, Zeke’s hands trail down my spine, nails scratching hard, like he wants to mark me up just for the hell of it.
“I love watching him touch you.” I look down at Jasper, his lips swollen, cheeks hollowed around my cock, and I swear I could come just from the sight of him. “I love the way you love each other.”
“And you…” I whisper.
“Yeah? You love me, big guy?”
“You know I do,” I grit out. “I couldn’t live without any of you.”
“You’ll never have to,” Zeke whispers against my skin, then holds out his hand to Jasper. “Spit.”
Jasper releases my cock and spits right into Zeke’s waiting fingers. His hand disappears down the back of my pants, dragging his finger up the crease of my ass.
“Now I know Jasper gets this ass first, and I know you’re ready to give it up to him, but how about you let me play a little now, yeah?” He’s asking, not taking. But that’s Zeke. He could wreck me if he wanted, and we both know it, but he’s never careless with the things he loves.
Beneath me, Jasper groans like he’s unraveling just from watching us. His hand glides up my thigh, fingers digging into my skin. His mouth hovers just over the head of my cock, his lips slick, and his breath is hot enough to burn.
“Fuck, Zeke,” he pants out, eyes glazed over with hunger. “You’re gonna make him come so hard.”
Zeke smirks, glancing over my shoulder at Jasper. “And you get to swallow every drop, baby.”
Jasper grins like the fucking devil and sinks his mouth back down onto me.
He moans low in his throat, and I feel it everywhere.
I turn, grabbing Zeke by the shirt, and crash my mouth into his, kissing him and begging without words for more, giving him all the permission he needs to take me, ruin me, just fucking own me.
Zeke’s slick finger finds my hole, tracing slow, firm circles, while his cock presses hard against my thigh.
“Take a breath for me,” he murmurs, and I do, one hand buried in Jasper’s sweat-damp hair, gripping tight as Zeke starts working me open.
“That’s it, that’s our good boy. Relax your body and let me in.
” Jasper’s hand disappears beneath me, and from the way his throat vibrates around my cock, I know he’s touching Zeke right where his finger is moving inside me.
“I think Jasper likes knowing I’m touching you here.
He’s got his fingers right where I’m fucking you open. He can feel what you’re giving me.”
“Give me more,” I choke out because the stretch is nothing like I expected.
Jasper lets my cock slip from his mouth. “Keep going,” he rasps. “He fucking loves it. I can taste how much he loves it.”
Yeah, no shit, I’m precumming like I’ve been strung out for hours, and all they’ve done is tease the edge of what they really want from me.
“God, I can’t wait to fuck you,” Zeke growls, grinding against me, his cock rutting against my thigh. The lucky fucker doesn’t even need to touch himself to come.
Jasper strokes a hand up my stomach. “You’re taking it so well. Our perfect fucking boy, begging for more.”
“You’re gonna love having Jasper fuck you.
I already know how good he’s gonna make you feel.
He knows what your body needs, and he likes it rough, just like you do.
When you come with him buried deep inside you, and you can’t think straight, it wrecks him.
It breaks him in the best fucking way. Watching you lose it because of him drives him wild. ”
Zeke grinds harder against my thigh, his breath coming in ragged bursts as his fingers probe deeper, dragging me closer to the edge.