Chapter 8 #2
I laughed nervously, glancing around to check out the crowd and give me something to latch onto to change the subject. Instead my gaze locked with an increasingly familiar pair of dark eyes trained in my direction. My pulse ratcheted up another seven notches at the sight of him.
Was the universe determined to send every violent asshole I knew in my direction tonight?
Boston sat in the back row of the stand, the crowd a wriggling beast around him, yet he sat still as stone.
“This cannot be fucking happening,” I muttered, drawing the attention of both Dacre and Arena on either side of me.
“You okay?” Arena asked, eyeing me carefully.
Dacre watched me in silence, waiting for my answer. Then his gaze travelled up over my shoulder, looking for the source of the problem.
I knew the moment he spotted Boston. His entire body went rigid, his protective instinct kicking in.
“Don’t,” I said, placing a placating hand on his knee. “Don’t make a scene. Not with Byron and my mom here.”
When the game ended, Dacre and I both searched for Boston but he was gone. I blew out a relieved breath. That was one problem I no longer had to deal with tonight.
Byron and my mom went down onto the field to congratulate Presley.
I watched on from the fence as Byron offered Presley his hand.
Pres removed his helmet, making a point to stare down at Byron’s hand, making his father wait to see if he was going to shake it or embarrass him in front of his friends and community.
Pres’s eyes pinched at the corners, his jaw tightening, as he reached out and shook his father’s hand a little too vigorously. Then he stalked off towards the locker room.
Byron and Bea were instantly surrounded by a group of their friends—parents who also had players on the team.
Arena finished talking to a girl from one of her classes and nudged my shoulder. “There’s a party tonight, are you down?”
I screwed up my nose, shaking my head. “I’m already dreaming of my bed.”
She pulled me in for a hug. “Okay, grandma, you enjoy that. I’ll text you tomorrow.”
“Have fun!” I called after her as she descended the stairs to follow the girl from her class.
I brushed my elbow against Dacre’s. It was a light touch, but after having to hold ourselves back so much throughout the game, it sent a shiver up my arm.
Dacre’s gaze dropped to where I’d just touched him, then lifted to lock on me.
There was heat behind them that promised so much when we got home.
“Should we go wait for Pres by the locker rooms?”
“Sure thing, Bambi.”
He motioned for me to lead the way and I didn’t need to turn around to know he’d be subtly checking out my ass while I walked.
We waited for Presley to come out of the locker room, Dacre and I throwing none too subtle glances at each other filled with promises of what we were going to do together once we got home.
Our game was interrupted by Presley bounding up to us like the golden retriever he was. He moved to pick me up and I gave him a shake of my head. He sighed, clearly making the effort to hold himself back.
“Great game, killer. You were impressive out there,” I said, slapping a hand to his shoulder.
He smirked at my terrible show at being platonic. “Thanks, champ. Appreciate your support.”
We started for the parking lot.
“Ivers was at the game tonight,” Dacre relayed to Presley with zero preamble.
Pres and I both stopped walking, me in surprise, and Pres due to the anger that had instantly clouded his features.
“What the fuck… we warned him what would happen if he came near her again. And he chose to do it here?” Presley ran a hand through his hair. “Does this guy have a death wish?”
“It might be time…” Dacre said cryptically.
I hated that they were discussing me like I wasn’t even there.
“Don’t talk over me. Talk to me,” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest.
Dacre softened, reaching out for me, then remembering where we were. His hand fell back at his side, but he took a step closer.
“I’m sorry. We just want to protect you.” He sighed. “I know you went through hell with what your father did. We went through a different kind of hell too, thinking that we’d lost you.”
Pres put an arm around my shoulders, and I resisted the urge to lean into him given we were in public. “We never want to go through that again, Sass.”
We started walking again, this time in silence.
I needed to tell them that this wasn’t the first time Boston had turned up somewhere I was. I knew it was the right thing to do, but I couldn’t make the words form on my tongue.
This situation was already a damn tinder box.
Telling them that Boston had been stalking me for weeks would be the match that would set off the explosion, and I wasn’t willing to risk their lives over this.
Not when Boston hadn’t made a move yet. We still didn’t know if it was him who had rammed my car.
When we arrived home, Sinclair was there waiting for us.
“You couldn’t make it to the game, but you’re here when we get home?” Byron demanded, his tone sharp.
Sinclair’s gaze landed on his father, his expression hard, giving nothing away. He ignored Byron, walking over to Presley. “Sorry I missed your game.”
Presley clasped the hand he offered and the two of them slapped each other on the back. “All good, bro.”
Presley knew as well as I did that Sinclair missing it was a power move to piss off Byron, and he was all for it.
Pres turned to the rest of us. “I’m going to take a shower. Dempsey, Dacre, Bea, thanks for coming to watch me play.” He turned his attention to his father. “Byron, I’d say it to you too, but we both know you didn’t see a single fucking pass.”
He turned and high-tailed it up the stairs before Byron could even respond.
“I’m heading up to bed,” I said, knowing full well I was going to slip into Presley’s room and join him. He might appear pissed off in front of Byron, but after the other night, I knew it was hurt driving his actions and I wanted to be there for him.
“Yeah, I’m wiped. I’m out,” Dacre said, following after me.
Once we reached our wing of the house, Dacre’s arms came around me, making it hard for me to walk straight.
I melted into him and his lips pressed to my throat. “There’s no way I’m letting Presley have you all to himself. I spent most of that game with your ass in my face while you jumped up and down and screamed his name. It’s my turn.”
I grinned to myself, tilting my head so I could look at him. “Well, you better strip down and prepare to get wet, because we’re getting in the shower.”
Stepping into Presley’s room, we shut the door behind us.
I discarded my clothes, Dacre doing the same.
He was still trying to get out of his jeans when I moved to the bathroom door.
He tried to reach for me, hands landing on my hips but I slipped from his grasp, throwing a teasing smile over my shoulder.
“You’ll have to move faster than that if you want to catch me.”
Opening the bathroom door, I was instantly met with a wave of steam. Presley had his back to me in the shower, water cascading down his perfect, muscled body and making my mouth water. He was every girl’s dream. And I got to call him mine.
“About fucking time, Sass.” He turned to face me as I stepped into the shower, his cock hard. “I thought I was going to have to take care of this myself.”
I closed my fingers around his length, giving him two lazy pumps and his eyes instantly hooded. “You can use mine instead.”
The door to the bathroom opened again, and Dacre entered in all his naked glory. He had muscles on muscles stretched across his broad shoulders and down his chest and abs.
“Oh yeah… I brought a friend,” I said, grinning up at Presley.
He chuckled, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissing me on the mouth.
Dacre moved in behind me, the water cascading over all three of us.
I increased my pace where I stroked Presley’s cock and he tipped his head back, water pelting his face as he groaned.
Dacre’s mouth dropped to my shoulder, sucking on my skin, his fingers snaking over my hip to dive between my legs. I let out a half sigh, half moan. I loved those skilled, artistic hands on my body.
Presley gripped my face in his hand, pulling my mouth to his, kissing me with a hunger I knew all too well.
“Fuck, I want you in so many ways I can’t decide which one to demand first.”
“I’ll give it to you,” I panted through the pleasure Dacre was building between my legs.
I leaned forward, forcing Presley to take a few steps back, my ass rubbing over Dacre’s hard cock making him suck in a breath at the contact. My mouth closed over Presley’s tip, swirling my tongue down the length of him until it hit the back of my throat.
“Jesus, Sass, give me some warning before you swallow my cock,” Presley said, his voice strained.
Dacre’s hands glided over my ass, clearly seeking permission he already had. The tip of his cock prodded at my entrance, and I tilted my hips back, desperate for him to thrust in.
He did, filling me so fully, his huge cock stretching and pulsing inside me.
I could die happy like this. With Presley filling my mouth and Dacre filling my pussy. My mother would be scandalized to find me this way, but that only added to the appeal.
What a way to go.
Presley’s fingers trailed over my neck, gathering my wet hair back from my face so he had a clear view as he disappeared into my mouth over and over again. Dacre’s hands landed on my hips, gripping me tightly, while Presley took my head, the two of them rocking inside me in alternate thrusts.
Presley grunted in pleasure every time the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and I gagged a little.
“Fuck, I’m going to come so hard down that pretty little throat, Sass.”
Dacre swore his agreement. “She feels so fucking good right now.”
His grip on my waist tightened, and he slammed into me harder making me moan around Pres’s cock. Pleasure pulsed between my legs, my orgasm building inside me.
Presley’s fingers moved over my scalp, tightening my hair in his hand as he thrust his hips in time with my movements.
“Touch yourself, Bambi,” Dacre demanded, and I complied, fingers sliding over my clit in fast strokes.
My orgasm barrelled up inside me, exploding with one deep, hard thrust from Dacre.
I squeezed my eyes shut, screaming around Presley’s cock, heat flooding between my legs. Dacre came next, his body going taut behind me. He twitched inside me as liquid heat filled me. Presley exploded at the same time, coming down my throat.
I sucked at him until he stilled, then I popped off him with a wet suck. I pressed a hand to the wall to steady my liquid limbs. Dacre slipped out from behind me, little tremors of pleasure still running through me.
“Oh my god, I can barely stand after coming so hard,” I said, pressing my back to the wall, my eyes closing on their own accord.
Dacre was in front of me in an instant. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know that it was him. He hooked a finger under my chin, lifting my face so he could drop a slow, sensual kiss to my mouth.
“You’re incredible, Bambi.”
My eyes fluttered open, and I gave him a lazy, satiated smile.
“So are you.”
Presley huffed from his spot beside me. He was such a baby when he wasn’t getting attention every minute of the day.
I leaned over, holding onto his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “You’re amazing too, Pres. I love sucking your dick.”
He tipped his head back and groaned at the ceiling. “Don’t say things like that to me or I’ll throw you down on the shower floor right now.”
My core clenched at the suggestion, but I was suddenly bone-tired.
Reading my fatigue, Dacre reached for the soap.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.”