17. All In
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ALL IN
COLSEN
Iknew I could share Taryn with Tucker. But I also knew that Taryn wasn’t over Nash. I was worried about what would happen if he finally decided to take his head out of his own ass and really go for her.
Would Taryn choose her old crush over me and my best friend?
But this, sharing her with Nash too, isn’t something I’m doing just out of fear of losing her.
Ever since he joined the team, I saw something in the quiet, brooding defenseman.
He reminded of me my freshman year, before Tucker and I became friends and he helped me get out of my shell.
That’s why I reacted the way I did when I saw how distraught Taryn was when Nash took a step back from getting to know her.
If I had thought that Nash didn’t care about her, I would have just comforted Taryn. But I saw the way he looked at her.
That heat, that longing in his stare was exactly the same way I felt.
I realized that Taryn needed Nash to be happy, and that Nash was lost like I had been when I came to Star Cove. He needed us. Not just Taryn but also I and Tucker.
Not in a sexual way, but he needs a bond that transcends friendship. And there is no stronger bond than loving the same woman and wanting to make her happy above all else.
“Please, Nash,” Taryn begs him when he asks if he can taste her.
And that look in her eyes, the need in her tone when she asks for what she wants, makes me feel something powerful.
We can give her what she needs. We can make her whole the same way she does with us.
“Doesn’t she taste amazing?” Nash asks me.
I smile and look at Taryn when I answer. “She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
“On that, we agree.” Nash smiles back at me.
He leans down between Taryn’s legs and, grabbing the backs of her thighs, he lowers his head.
Taryn’s moan when Nash runs his tongue over the smooth skin of her slit goes straight to my cock.
When he gets to the spot where she needs him most, he places a soft, closed-mouthed kiss over her clit.
Taryn squirms in the attempt to shift her hips so that Nash’s mouth will land where she wants it.
He repeats the same chaste kiss—if kissing someone’s pussy could ever be called chaste—but by the way her eyes widen, I can tell he uses more pressure this time.
Finally, Nash opens his mouth and begins sucking and licking her little bundle of nerves.
It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Taryn’s moans become louder and more desperate with every lick and suck of Nash’s mouth. When she’s close to snapping point, she searches for me and grabs my hand.
I lean down to kiss her, swallowing her moans, feeding on her ecstasy. Nash and I kiss her until she stops writhing and collapses against the plush pillows, trying to catch her breath.
All of a sudden, I’m starving for her. Intense, blinding jealousy courses through me. But it’s not jealousy because Nash just ate her out. It’s because I want a taste of her too.
An idea forms in my mind. “Hey Nash, do you think we could get another orgasm out of her before we take her?”
“What do you have in mind?” He asks.
“Move over.” I take Nash’s place between Taryn’s thighs. “Right now she’s going to be a little sensitive. Am I right, pretty girl?’’
Taryn answers my question with a tiny nod. Her gaze is still dazed by the pleasure Nash gave her; her body relaxed on the silky comforter.
“I thought so. But I think we could make her come again.” I say to Nash. “When I give you a signal, rub her clit. In the meantime, you could give those gorgeous tits some attention.”
“That’s hardly a chore.” Nash chuckles.
As my teammate settles by Taryn’s chest, I grab her thighs like Nash did earlier. But rather than zeroing in on her clit, I ignore it.
Her perfect pussy looks pink and swollen by Nash’s mouth, and I know if I try to play with her clit, it’ll be too much.
Instead, I scoot down and focus on Taryn’s entrance. “She got so wet for you.” I tell Nash when my fingers sink inside her. “She tastes so fucking sweet.”
I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean, but that does nothing to satisfy me; if anything, that makes me more hungry for Taryn.
I raise my eyes to look at her; her fingers are tangled in Nash’s hair as he laves her tits with kisses.
The way she arches her chest into his mouth spurs me into action. I seal my mouth over her perfect pussy and enter her with my tongue.
A soft, surprised gasp comes from Taryn, and as I start moving my tongue in and out of her, I’m rewarded with more of her sweetness.
I drink her in, fucking her with my tongue but being careful to stay away from her clit.
Her thighs tighten around my head as she moves her hips to get more of my tongue.
A part of me pulses with need. My cock wishes it was the one inside Taryn, but we can wait.
“Fuck,” Nash’s voice is a low rumble. “That’s hot.”
Taryn’s body is twisting as I keep using my tongue to fuck her. She’s close, but I know my tongue can’t reach where my cock can. I lift one hand to signal to Nash, like we do on the ice.
He comes to my aid, rubbing circles over Taryn’s clit. He’s careful to keep his touch light in case she’s still too sensitive.
“Oh my God.” Her thighs tighten in a viselike grip around my face. It hurts, but I don’t care.
I keep licking in and out of her until her thighs go slack.
Taryn’s perfect chest is rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. She looks wrecked in the best way possible.
My eyes meet Nash’s, and he offers me a nod. We did this. We made her feel good. Together.
“If I ever had the chance to choose one last meal, it would be you.” I murmur to her, taking her lips in a slow, soft kiss.
It’s corny, I know, but I don’t care. The truth is that I have three little words on the tip of my tongue, but I hold back.
We’ve known each other for six weeks, and I know Taryn cares about me, but it might be too soon to tell her how I feel about her.
The funny thing is that I’ve started to feel this way pretty quickly after we met.
I’ve never really believed in love at first sight, and maybe it wasn’t.
Maybe it was lust at first sight, but every conversation, every kiss, every touch pushed me toward these huge, life-changing feelings at breakneck speed.
I don’t want to tell her yet because I don’t want to scare her. But I don’t know how long I can bite my tongue.
“Guys, that was…” The smile on her face says more than a thousand words. “But I want to take care of you, too.”
Her eyes descend on our unmissable hard-ons.
“Do you, pretty girl? You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, right?
” I mean it. I would never push Taryn into anything she doesn’t feel comfortable with.
But if she said she didn’t want anything else to happen tonight, I’d have to excuse myself and go take care of things in the shower.
I’m so far gone that I don’t think I could survive the night with blue balls.
Taryn rises on her knees, pulling me up with her.
“You know how much I enjoyed being with you and Tucker on his birthday. I have to admit that I’ve been thinking about doing it again.
” Her eyes go from me to Nash. “And I’ve been imagining how it would be if you were there too.
I just didn’t think you really wanted me.
And definitely not if Colsen or Tucker were with us. ”
I don’t say anything, watching the emotions that Taryn’s confession elicits in Nash.
He takes her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Yeah, I get it. And believe me, I’m a little shocked that this,” he gestures between me and him, “is not making me want to run for the hills or kick Colsen’s ass.”
“As if you could ever kick my ass.” I laugh.
Nash rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean. Just the thought of you kissing Tucker or Colsen made me feel murderous an hour ago. What has happened so far should make me jealous. But it didn’t. It was… fun.”
Taryn pulls him closer, cupping his face with her free hand. “It’s because I want you as much as I want them. It’s hard to explain how I feel, but I need all three of you. When I say that I don’t want to choose, it’s because I can’t. I care about each of you equally.”
“Ok.” Nash nods. “I can’t guarantee you that this will work long term, but I don’t want to lose you. Is it ok if we take things one day at a time?”
Taryn touches her nose to his, her lips just shy of kissing him. “That’s all we can do. It goes for every relationship, even when there are just two people in it. There is no guarantee. But if we want it enough, we can work through any hurdles together.”
He closes his eyes. “Do I sound like an asshole if I ask you to be careful about keeping things discreet? I came here to play hockey and…”
“Yes. I stand to lose even more than you do if we get caught. We’ll have to keep our relationship a secret, at least for now.”
TARYN
I kiss him.
Conflicting emotions are warring in my chest. I know if Jodie could hear me right now, she would freak out.
She’s convinced that Nash could be the author of those threatening messages. The person who put that severed doll’s head in my locker.
And until a few hours ago, I thought it could be possible. But now I don’t see it. The way Nash has been looking at me tells me that he would never hurt me.
It’s a gut feeling and I want to trust it.
There’s no way he was the person who chased me that night in our basement. The fact that he appeared almost out of nowhere could be a coincidence. The same thing is true about those texts that came right after Nash and I had been speaking. Coincidences.
If he were behind them, would he be so obvious? Besides, if he were trying to force my hand to make me break up with Colsen and Tucker, would he be here right now?