Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Abby
I wake to Levi’s arm slung around my waist—the line with him is getting blurrier.
Last night, after his game, he asked if he could catch a ride home with me in the car I’m borrowing from Leila, but the second we stepped through the front door, he was on me like a bad rash.
He made it known that my shirt made him want to claim me.
Tate
Is it weird if I say I really need someone to talk to and you’re the only person who would understand?
Me
If I were a normal person, I would probably say it’s weird, but I’m not. Give me five minutes to pee and I will call you.
I try to slip out from beneath Levi, but he grumbles and pulls me tighter to his body.
“I need to pee, let me go.”
“That could be the start of something freaky,” he mumbles.
I whack his arm, and he loosens his grip. “In your dreams, buddy. I am not peeing on you, like ever.”
“Spoilsport.”
He doesn’t move from his face-down position as I maneuver my body from beneath his arm, then I quickly pee and sneak downstairs.
I glance at the time on my phone and see it’s almost lunchtime.
Shit, I didn’t think it was that late. I sneak into what looks like an office, though I’m sure it has never been used for that purpose, and sit behind the desk, kicking my legs up on the expansive wooden surface.
Bringing up Tate’s contact, I hit the dial button, and he answers after the first two rings.
“Hey,” he says. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”
“You didn’t—I should have been up hours ago. What’s up?”
Tate doesn’t answer straight away, but I keep quiet so he has the space to talk when he’s ready.
“Abby, I fucked up. This feels so weird to say to the girl I took on a date, the one I was going to ask for a second date.”
“Are you telling me you don’t want to go on a second date?”
Tate sighs. “No, although you probably won’t want to date me after I tell you this, but I literally have no one else I can talk to about it, and it’s eating me alive.”
“Okay, spill, and I will reserve judgment until you’re done,” I say, causing him to laugh. At least things feel a little lighter before we have our deep and meaningful.
“I let Landon fuck me last night. And this morning I wanted to regret it, but I don’t.
I know it can never happen again, but all I can picture now is you in the middle of us.
He put that thought in my head, by the way.
” He says all the words so fast that it takes my brain a hot second to catch up.
“And now I don’t know what to do about it.
Guilt sits heavy in my chest because I’m not the kind of man who leads people on.
It was only one date, but it still feels awful. And I wanted Landon. I’m a mess.”
“Seriously, Tate, don’t feel bad. We are not exclusive—it was one date, a wonderful date I might add.
If it makes you feel better, I was trapped under Levi this morning because my shirt at the game yesterday made him a little jealous.
The shirt is now covered in his cum, so I won’t be wearing that again soon. ”
Tate laughs, and I join him. “We are messed up, Abby. Maybe we’re a perfect match.”
“Dating me could actually work for you, if you want to keep seeing Landon. I am not opposed to being involved . . . however, it comes with a but.”
“I might need to know that ‘but’ first.”
“Levi will not walk away from me, so he would be part of the package deal.”
“I still don’t see how it would work. I should forget all about Landon Kane and how good his body . . . shit, sorry I . . . this is too far.”
I snort. “It’s not. I know how good it is to have his body on mine. Think it over. It’s not a marriage proposal, it’s dating. I know Leila and her husbands had a little media attention when people realized she was dating all of them, but it works for them.”
“I forgot about that. There was talk behind the scenes, as no teams wanted to take all three of them together, not until Ridge Ellington brought a whole new team into the league.”
“Good thing your family owns the Cyclones, huh? And that Levi and Landon have always been a package deal.”
The office door opens, and Landon stands in the doorway with a brow raised. He mouths, “Who’s that?”
“Speak of the devil, he found me. I’m talking to Tate. He told me what you did last night, and I must admit I am very disappointed in you, Landon, for taking advantage of your coach like that and breaking all the rules.”
Tate laughs. “I really hope you’re fucking with him.”
“Oh, I am. You should see his face right now.”
Landon stalks into the office and around the desk, spinning the chair so fast my legs fall to the floor. He puts a hand on each armrest and leans in close. “He wanted every inch of my cock, just the same way as you do, Abby.”
I try to swallow, but my mouth has gone dry.
“I wonder how he would feel if I fuck you right here while he listens? Be a good girl and bend over the desk.” Landon pushes up and pulls me to my feet.
“Please tell me you’re going to fuck him right now,” Tate blurts out.
Landon grabs my phone, puts it on speaker, and sets it down on the desk. “Are you going to stroke your cock while mine is buried inside her tight little pussy?”
“Yes,” Tate whispers.
“Good, now I’m going to hit video call, and you better accept. I want to watch you touch yourself.”
Landon taps the button, and Tate appears on the screen. His phone must be propped up against something, as he is shown sitting on a sofa. His chest is bare, and he only has gray sweats on.
“Pull out your cock, Tate,” Landon growls.
Landon props my phone up against a paperweight while Tate pulls out his cock, which is already hard, and he wraps his hand around himself, lightly stroking.
Landon flips the back of Levi’s shirt up over my ass and steps directly behind me. He brings one of his hands down on my bare ass cheek.
“It looks like Abby is already ready for me. Did both of you get turned on talking about me fucking Tate last night? Should I tell you both about it in detail?”
I whimper when he brings his hand down a second time. His fingers snap against my pussy, sending a bolt of need straight through me.
“Did he tell you how he straddled my waist in my truck and how fucking gorgeous he looked?” Landon says, lining his cock up and sheathing himself in one thrust as I cry out. “Or how perfect his cock felt in the palm of my hand when I jerked him off?”
Landon wraps his hand around my hair, pulling my head back and leaning down to whisper in my ear, “Can’t forget how hard he came in my hand.”
He begins to thrust in and out of me, and Tate doesn’t stop watching as he steadily strokes his cock at the same speed Landon fucks me.
“And how green his eyes got when I slid my cock into his tight ass, and how hard I was every time he made a noise.”
Tate moans. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Ladies first, don’t you think? Legs up on the table, Tate. Drop your dick and suck your fingers into your mouth.”
“Oh fuck!” I almost scream when Landon grabs my hips and drives into me harder. The desk inches forward little by little from the intense way he is fucking me.
“Touch yourself, Abs.”
I slide my hand down and circle my clit as Tate slides his fingers into his mouth.
“Good boy, now I want you to finger your ass, find that spot and stroke it.”
Tate’s eyes go wide, and he hesitates.
“Now, Tate.”
My attention locks on him as he slides his fingers into his ass, his body bent at a weird angle. “Look how well he listens. Now, are you going to be a good girl, Abby, and let Tate see you come?”
“Fuck yes,” I pant as I circle my clit faster and faster. All while Landon fucks me and my eyes stay locked on Tate. Everything hits me at once, and my entire body shakes.
I scream out before I clamp around Landon’s shaft, pleasure hitting me everywhere, and stars dance in front of my eyes.
“Tate, use your other hand on your cock so Abby can watch you come while I fill her.”
I can barely hold myself up; my legs feel like jelly.
Landon grabs my hips and lifts me, my toes no longer touching the ground as he fucks into me.
Tate makes a strangled noise in his throat and his cum squirts up onto his abs.
Landon grunts from behind me as he thrusts in deeper, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes.
“See? I told you something like this could work,” I mutter deliriously.
Tate just laughs. “I will definitely think about it.”
He doesn’t say goodbye; he just ends the call.
Landon helps slide me off the desk. “What did you tell Tate?”
“That he should date me.”
Landon growls.
“And that you should also date me, because I wouldn’t mind being in the middle of that.”
Landon puts his hands on either side of my face and leans down to press a kiss to my lips.
“I love you, Abby, you know that, right?” Those words drain all the blood from my face. “Don’t look so scared—I never stopped loving you. But you doing something like this for me, I could never repay you.”
I chuckle. “It would be such a hardship to date three gorgeous men. So much work would be involved and so many egos.”
Landon kisses me, and I throw my arms around his neck.
Then he stands, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. If Tate agrees to this, there is going to be a lot of media attention, and I will be portrayed as a whore just like Leila, but right now I don’t care.
I’m sick of pretending that I am anything but Landon’s.
I have always been his and Levi’s, so what is one more person in the mix if it makes us all happy?
Life is too short not to live our lives the way we want.