Chapter Fourteen
Riven
I hear the truck pull into the driveway and race to the window. My heart does something it hasn’t done since my first NHL draft conversation. It skips a beat, just from knowing she is here. I send a text to our chat.
“She’s here,” I say out loud, repeating what I sent in my text, and Knox and Jagger appear at my side, handing me my mask.
“She said masks on, right?”
“That’s what she said,” Knox confirms, pulling his own mask over his head.
I slip mine on, and through the window, I can see Leila climbing out of the truck.
She’s wearing dark jeans and a Gravepoint hoodie, not one of ours specifically, just one with the school logo, but it’s enough to make something warm spread through my chest. She looks up at the house, and even from here, I can see her smile.
“Positions,” Jagger says, and we scatter. Knox takes the living room, I head for the kitchen, and Jagger goes upstairs. The front door isn’t locked—I made sure—and within seconds, I hear it squeak open.
“I know you’re all here,” Leila calls out in a cheeky tone.
I watch from the kitchen doorway as she steps inside, closing the door behind her.
Knox moves first, stepping into view from behind the couch. She spins toward him, grinning.
“One,” she counts.
I step out next, and her gaze snaps toward me.
“Two.”
Footsteps on the stairs make her look up at Jagger. He stops halfway down, leaning against the railing.
“Three,” she finishes. “Now what do you want me to do?”
“Run,” Jagger says.
She smiles and runs around Knox. He reaches out to grab her, but she vaults over the arm of the couch. Knox lunges for her again, but she spins away with a laughing taunt of, “Too slow.”
I cut through the kitchen, trying to head her off at the dining room, but she’s already pivoting, heading for the hallway that leads to the back of the house.
“Bedroom,” Jagger shouts from the stairs behind me. “Block the guest bedroom!”
But she’s not going for the bedroom; Leila doubles back, heading for the stairs. Jagger is still there waiting, and though she tries to duck around him, he’s too big.
His hand catches her wrist, then he stops and reaches up with his free hand to rip his mask off, tossing it aside. His chest is heaving, and his rusty-brown hair sticks up at odd angles. All the while his eyes are locked on Leila. “Fuck this,” he growls out. “No more hiding behind masks.”
Before she can respond, he bends down and lifts her, throwing her over his shoulder in one smooth motion.
“Jagger!” she yelps, her hands bracing against his back.
“I want you naked. It’s been almost one hundred hours since I saw you last, and I don’t want to wait any longer.”
Knox and I pull off our masks, following them upstairs.
Jagger doesn’t stop until he reaches his bedroom door, shouldering it open and stepping inside.
The room is surprisingly clean; his bed is made for once, and his clothes are actually in the hamper instead of on the floor.
He sets Leila down on the bed, and she looks up at all three of us.
“No more hiding. Just us,” Jagger says, dropping to his knees in front of her.
“Just us,” Knox echoes, moving to stand beside the bed.
I close the door and lean against it, watching Leila’s eyes move between the three of us.
“Just us,” she agrees softly.
Jagger doesn’t say a word. He surges forward, catching her face in both of his hands and kissing her like it’s been tearing him apart not to.
She gasps as her hands fist his shirt. Her spine arches when he pulls her closer.
I step forward, slipping my fingers under the hem of her hoodie and trailing them up her side, causing her to shiver. Knox is right beside me, his palms sliding down her arms, his mouth brushing her shoulder over the fabric as he whispers something low that makes her tremble.
Jagger finally breaks the kiss and pushes up to his feet. “Take it off,” he tells her.
She lifts her arms, and I’m already helping her out of her shirt while Knox unhooks her bra from behind.
“Fuck,” Knox mutters under his breath. “You’re fucking stunning.”
I reach for the button of her jeans while she kicks off her shoes. Jagger watches from beside us, and the second her jeans hit the floor, he’s ripping off his shirt and unbuckling his belt. His jeans and boxers drop in one motion, and his cock springs free, already leaking precum.
Knox and I strip at the same time. Her eyes catch on me for a second, then drag lower. She swallows hard as Jagger climbs onto the bed and lies back beside her.
Leila doesn’t hesitate. She crawls between his thighs, with her gaze locked on him. The moment her mouth wraps around his cock, Jagger’s head hits the mattress and he groans.
“Fuck! That mouth,” he huffs out, one hand sinking into her hair. “I’ve dreamed about that mouth.”
Knox grabs Leila’s hips and pivots her slightly so her ass is almost at the edge of the bed as she remains on all fours. Then he kneels on the floor behind her and trails his hands up her thighs, parting them slowly as he dips his head down to taste her.
The sound she makes is muffled by Jagger’s cock, but her hips jerk at the first swipe of Knox’s tongue, and Jagger lets out a strangled laugh.
“She’s already fucking shaking.”
I drop to my knees beside Knox, tugging his boxers down, and his cock springs out, already hard. He lifts just enough for me to pull the fabric down to his ankles, then I get on all fours and take him into my mouth, letting him fill my throat as I mimic the rhythm of their movements above me.
It’s fucking perfect. Her mouth on Jagger. Knox’s tongue in her pussy and my lips around Knox.
Knox groans above me, his hips rocking shallowly into my mouth. “She tastes like fucking heaven,” he mutters. “I can feel her clenching. She’s going to come.”
“Don’t let her come yet,” Jagger orders.
I pull off Knox. “I want her next.”
“Take her,” Jagger commands.
I get to my feet behind her, placing one hand on her waist, and I guide myself to her soaked pussy with the other. The second I push in, I swear I see fucking stars. She’s hot, tight, and dripping.
“Fuck, Leila,” I grit out, burying myself to the hilt.
Knox gets up on the mattress next to me and stands, which makes his groin nearly level with my head, and he brings his cock to my mouth again. I open for him as I fuck her deeper, grinding into her with long slow thrusts.
“You still want all of us, baby?” Jagger asks, now kneeling beside her head.
“Yes!” she gasps out. “Don’t stop.”
He guides his cock into her mouth once more while I slide harder into her from behind. Knox is fucking my mouth, with his hand in my hair, our rhythms syncing together.
I feel her body tighten around me, her cries muffled by Jagger’s cock.
Her climax slams into her, and I fuck her through it, groaning as she strangles my dick with every wave that crashes through her.
She’s barely come down from her high when Knox pulls himself from my mouth and takes my place, flipping her and spreading her wide.
“I need this,” he breathes out. “I need you.”
He thrusts into her, slow and deep, and she claws at the sheets, her legs trembling. As he fucks her, she reaches out for me, wrapping her small hand around my length, and I shuffle closer.
“Come on my face,” she says.
I have never heard better words.
Knox lifts one of her legs over his shoulder, adjusting his angle.
“Hold on,” he growls, and his thrusts turn brutal as he pushes deeper and faster, making the slap of skin on skin echo through the room.
Her body jerks with every drive of his hips, her moans tumbling out of her lips like he’s driving the air from her lungs.
Her hand doesn’t stop moving, and she pumps my cock like she needs both of us at once. She moans louder each time Knox hits the right spot. “Yes, fuck, Knox, fuck me harder. Yes, just like that,” she cries, throwing her head back, her sweat-slicked hair sticking to her throat.
I’m close already, how could I not be? She’s squeezing me just right every time Knox slams into her. Knox’s hands grip her hips, dragging her against him like he’s trying to fuck her through the fucking mattress. His name spills from her lips again and again.
“Fuck, baby, look at me,” I rasp, wrapping my fingers around her wrist to still her hand. I stroke myself—fast and tight—towering over her as Knox pounds into her writhing body.
Sweat beads at her temples as she looks at me, and everything inside me melts. She is ours.
“Riven,” she moans. “Come on me.”
My stomach tightens, and I grunt. I spill cum across her cheek, her lips, the bridge of her fucking nose.
She whimpers, and her tongue darts out, catching some. Then she licks her lips while Knox keeps fucking her like he never plans to stop.
My knees buckle. Holy fuck, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen.
Knox grunts as his thrusts slow, and his hips roll in deep waves, grinding against her as he tries to bury every last inch of his cock inside her. His head drops forward, and then he lets out a low, guttural moan. “Fuck, Leila.”
Jagger walks over—honestly, I’m surprised he waited so long—and lifts her like she weighs nothing. Her legs wrap around his waist automatically, and he carries her to the wall, pinning her there as his cock slides into her.
“You’re. Fucking. Ours,” he growls.
She whimpers “Yours” as he fucks her hard enough to shake the wall.
Jagger’s pace doesn’t falter. His hands grip her like he’ll never let go, and with each thrust a strangled whimper falls from her lips.
“You feel that?” Jagger asks her. “You feel what you fucking do to me?”
She cries out, her nails raking down his back as her head tips to the side, her face turned toward me.
“Riv. Knox,” she whispers.
“We’re watching, baby,” I rasp. “Fuck, I’m watching all of it.”
“Fucking perfect,” Jagger says against her mouth once she turns back to face him. “You take all of us and still want more.”
She clings to him, and moans into his shoulder.
“Jagger, I’m gonna . . .”
“I know.” He grabs her jaw and forces her to look at him again. “Come with me.”
And she detonates. With a strangled cry, her body locks up around him, and she falls apart in his arms.
Jagger slams deep and stills, groaning her name as he follows her over the edge.
From where we stand, Knox and I don’t say a word. We watch her fall apart in our best friend’s arms. Sharing a girl was never something I thought about, but now that we have her, we’re never letting her go.
Knox is fucking crazy about her. I see it in the way his whole face changes and softens. Big scary Knox Mercer has turned into a god-damn marshmallow because of one feisty redhead who isn’t afraid of him.
And Jagger. That idiot said the L word before any of us were ready. The guy who takes nothing seriously, who hides behind jokes and a cocky smile. She stripped all his defenses away without even trying, and somehow, he’s okay with it.
Me, I’m supposed to be the calm one of our trio. The one who thinks things through and stays in control, but Leila makes me want to throw all of that out the window. She looks at me and sees everything I try to hide.
Three hockey players who had no business falling for the same girl, let alone our rivals’ little sister. For fuck’s sake, we should’ve walked away before it even began.
But we didn’t, and now she’s ours.
The girl who makes us better simply by being herself. The girl who chose us even when we didn’t deserve it.
Yeah, we’re never letting her get away.