Chapter 6 #3
“I may have made sure we could check in without you seeing us,” Lyle admits. “When were you going to tell us that Ella is fucking you over for alimony?”
“Never,” I grunt, my next thrust deep. Silas’s fingers dig into my skin as he takes the abuse of my cock, and my fingers pull his head back to adjust the angle of his neck.
He goes where I want him without a fight, and his long, dark eyelashes become wet with tears as he hollows his cheeks and sucks hard. “Fuck. Silas, goddamnit.”
“Don’t stop until you feed him your cum,” Lyle growls. “Even while we haven’t been around, he’s been taking care of you, making sure you eat, and he made your good-for-nothing building super fix your front door.”
“I…know,” I say haltingly as I lose myself to a rhythm as I watch my cock slide in and out of Silas’ mouth. “Why do you look so fucking sexy with my cock between your lips?”
“Silas looks sexy doing anything,” Lyle chuckles. “He took over for my secretary for about eight weeks once while she was on maternity leave, and I spent my lunches with my cock deep in his ass or his mouth every day.”
“It’s a miracle he got anything done. Silas wore suits to work and looked like a damn slut when he walked out the door,” Easton grins. “We’re both banned from the office because I’m not much better when I go visit Lyle.”
“Silas… Fuck. I’m close,” I groan.
“You’re not taking care of yourself,” Lyle says. “Sure, you eat because there’s food, but you don’t sleep enough.”
“Are there cameras in my apartment? Is that how…fuck! Silas, what are you doing to my piercing?”
Silas pulled back to swirl his tongue around the crown of my cock, and he’s tugging on it with his teeth. It feels good but also really fucking odd too.
“Huh. I thought you were against those things,” Lyle muses. “Yes, there are cameras, but Silas didn’t put one in your bedroom. It felt a little invasive to him.”
Silas winks at me before he sucks my cock down until his nose is nuzzling against my public bone, and my head drops back because the things he can do with his teeth and tongue should be illegal in several states.
“I thought… goddamn, Silas. Aren’t you against illegal shit?” I gasp.
“Only until it gets in the way of something I really want,” Lyle says dismissively. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“I don’t like what I see when I sleep at night,” I mutter. “Naps don’t affect me as much, so that’s when I sleep.”
“It’s that cunt who broke into your room, isn’t it?” Easton asks, his words more of a growl than words.
“Yes. Fuck, I don’t want to talk about her. Silas!”
“We won’t talk about her,” Lyle agrees, though there’s a frown on his face. I have a feeling we’ll be discussing it at some point. Her cold eyes are all I see and her determined voice that I owed her a baby because of my fame.
If Coach Freedman and his daughter hadn’t let themselves in with the master key he had, my life might be very different.
Nope. I don’t want to think about her. Not when Silas is driving me wild with his tongue.
“Come for Silas, Troy. You’re close, just let go,” Lyle growls, pulling me back from the past by grounding me with his voice.
My eyes roll back as an intense pressure rolls up my back and my knot swells with cum.
My thrusts have no rhythm as my hips jerk forward and ropes of cum begin to shoot down Silas’ throat.
He groans in pleasure, and his cock bobs against his toned muscles as he follows me over the edge without touching himself.
Fuck, why is that so damn hot? Pulling his hair to the point of pain as I empty my knot of cum, I gasp as he deep throats me to chase every last drop. I’m shaking as he raises his head, and he opens his mouth to show the well of cum in his mouth.
“I really wish I could see,” Lyle growls.
Silas stands, ignoring him, and my eyes widen as he grabs my face and kisses me. He feeds me my cum back as I cling to him, groaning, and I turn so he’s in the stream of the shower to wash the cum from his stomach.
I’m breathing hard by the time I step hard, and he grins wickedly at me.
“Do you need more groveling?” he asks.
“I might,” I admit as Easton snorts.
“Please, continue to play hard to get. I’m really enjoying the view,” he says. “Does this mean you’re going to let Silas cut your hair?”
“Yes,” I grumble, picking up my shower caddy. Silas turns off the water and follows me out. “I have an extra towel you can use, Silas.”
“Thank you,” he murmurs, watching as I toss him one and begin drying off in front of my stuff. “Are you upset about the cameras?”
“No. I’m hungry,” I say, shrugging. “The cameras make a lot of sense for some reason. The three of you are obsessed with my safety.”
“Good.” Silas relaxes as he dries off and gets dressed again in his suit that’s not at all worse for wear.
Someone picked it up and put it on the bench for him which is just how my teammates are.
They’re really good people. “I’ll make us dinner and cut your hair.
You’ll be home before you have a chance to get grumpy because you’re tired. ”
“Ugh. Am I really that transparent?” I ask, rolling my eyes as I throw on a pair of sweats and a long sleeved t-shirt. Fall is a welcome change from the summer heat. It’s just cool enough for me.
I lived in New York State for six months while with another team, and it reminded me why I hate the snow. Ella loved the snow in Minnesota, which is why that’s where she insisted she live.
More and more, I keep realizing that my entire life revolved around what she wanted, leaving me with very little.
“I want to look at your alimony agreement,” Lyle says, as if he can read my mind. As my mouth opens, he shakes his head. “Uh-uh. I mean it. Easton hacked into your finances, Troy. You didn’t fucking do anything wrong. Stop acting as if you did and take back your life.”
He’s right.
“Why are you reading my mind,” I mutter, grabbing my bags.
“Because you know I’m right,” he smirks. “Ready?”
“Yeah. I have my car in the garage.”
“I’ll send you the address,” Silas says, already texting it to me. “No, I didn’t lose your number.”
I can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes my lips, already moving toward the door.
“That’s good to know. The three of you move from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye.”
“Just for you,” Easton murmurs. “Feel free to give us shit for this for as long as you need. We hyperfixated too close to the sun and lost time.”
“I heard it was important,” I murmur, pulling the door open. “Is that girl okay?”
There’s silence behind me and I turn so fast my vision swims.
“Is she?” I ask again.
“Only because she’s one of the strongest people we know,” Lyle finally says. “Someone used her connection with me against her and she was barely alive when we found her. Being connected to us isn’t always safe.”
“Fuck,” I whisper. “Are you warning me off?”
“Not a goddamned chance,” Lyle growls, draping his arm around me as he takes my bag. “You’re stuck with us now. Silas opened the doorway to allow us to be possessive and demanding of your free time.”
“It seems as if you have too much of it,” Easton adds, smirking. Yeah, he would know with the cameras.
“I have no life,” I laugh, walking with them. “Outside of hockey, I have a lot of time.”
“We don’t do things in half measures,” Silas says, his wet hair looking really good as he steals the bag holding my suit from me. “I’ll give this back to you after I press it. I didn’t have a chance to the last time I was in your apartment.”
My lips part but I have no words. I did notice my suits looked better, but couldn’t figure out why.
“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies,” Lyle grins. “You’re about to experience the opposite of what we’ve been giving you the last month and a half. I hope you’re ready.”
With how tangled up I’ve been feeling lately, I really think I am.