17. Kane
KANE
“That was the worst game of my entire career,” I say cheerfully, grabbing a fully loaded nacho to my mouth. “It’ll take me weeks to live this down.”
“Really?” Abby says. “Kane, I’m so sorry. Just one of those nights?”
I chew and swallow, eyeing Abby across the table at the pub with a grin. “I was distracted, Lollipop. In the best way possible.”
“I distracted you?” Abby asks, sounding dismayed. “Kane, no, that’s terrible!”
“It was you wearing my number. It was so fucking hot it was all I could think about.”
“Then I shouldn’t come to any more games,” Abby says firmly. “This is your career, Kane.”
Well, fuck, that backfired on me. “No, that is not what I meant. I want you there. At every single home game.”
“He was just teasing you, gorgeous,” Dash says, squeezing the top of Abby’s hand. She’s sitting between me and Dash at the round table. “He’s had much worse games than this one. Tons of terrible games that are really fucking embarrassing. Ignore him.”
“Hey,” I frown at my best friend. “Harsh.”
The corner of his mouth turns up. Dash isn’t known for jokes, but I realize he’s messing with me right now. He also doesn’t want Abby to feel bad.
I turn to Abby. “Dash is right. I have had worse games. I was just messing around. It felt great to have you there, honestly. I could feel your support and that meant so much to me.”
“But I don’t want to be the reason you don’t play your best.” Abby bites her bottom lip. “Though I really like wearing your number.”
“I love you wearing my number.” Just seeing her in my jersey now has me getting hard under the high-top table.
Reaching under it, I rest my hand on Abby’s knee. She stiffens a little at the unexpected touch but then her knees fall apart so that her leg is closer to me. I stroke on the inseam of her jeans, midway between her knee and her sweet, sweet pussy.
God, I can’t wait to be inside her.
Just the weight of my hand on her thigh seems to relax her. Those shoulders come down and the little worry lines she gets between her eyes let go.
“I don’t know much about hockey,” Abby’s friend Sadie says, “but two goals doesn’t seem like a terrible game to me, Abby. I think he’s trying to get sympathy from you.”
That would have been an excellent strategy if I’d thought of it.
Then again, no way do I want our girl feeling sorry for me.
“Next game I’ll pull off a hat trick in your honor,” I vow to Abby. “You can wear Dash’s number.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Dash says. “You can rotate for us.”
“That’s seriously such a hot idea,” Sadie tells Abby.
I really like Abby’s best friend, and not just because she seems inclined to encourage her to jump headfirst into a poly relationship with us. I like Sadie because she’s sunny and optimistic and seems like she knows how to have a good time. So, similar to me.
“I told Abby she looks good in Mutts gear,” Benjamin says, his voice even but his eyes telling a whole different story.
It’s an innocuous statement but Abby blushes, probably because my brother is currently eye fucking her.
He’s already fucked Abby and he wants to again as soon as possible. That’s clear.
So does Dash.
I know they both want to get her naked together and make her every desire and fantasy come true. They’d said as much to me, and we’ve said as much to Abby together.
But they’re waiting so that I can close with Abby first.
Fuck her solo.
We each need a turn alone with her, learning her body, cementing an individual relationship with her, before all three of us fuck her together.
Maybe other polycules do it differently, but this feels right for us—each of us guys establish sexual intimacy with her before we blow her fucking mind.
Hell, blow our own minds.
I’ve been thinking nonstop about what it’s going to be like to watch Dash and Benjamin pleasuring Abby, and I have a feeling it’s going to be one hell of a turn on. What could be hotter than seeing your brothers get off your girl?
That’s a sentence I never thought I would say but damn, it feels right.
“She looks amazing,” Dash agrees.
“Even better out of Mutts gear.” I shift my hand higher, at the apex of her thighs and cup her pussy.
Abby sucks in a breath.
“Okay, this has been fun but it’s time for me to head out,” Sadie remarks. “Before things get weird. Oh, wait, too late. They just did because it’s totally obvious where Kane’s hand is right now.”
Sadie’s words have no sting. She’s grinning as she says them. She starts to pull her wallet out to pay for her drink.
“No, no, it’s on me,” I tell her. “For making it weird.”
“Are you sure? I had two martinis that were shockingly expensive for a pub in Willow Bay, Wisconsin, just sayin.”
“I’m positive. It was great to get to hang out with you.”
“Sadie, you don’t have to leave,” Abby protests. “This was supposed to be our girls’ night.”
“I wouldn’t have readily agreed to come out with the guys if I wanted it any other way. I’m happy I got to meet your boo times three, and I think you should let them spoil you with some attention tonight.”
“I totally agree,” Benjamin says firmly.
“Damn straight,” is Dash’s opinion.
“You deserve it,” I tell her.
“I just called a car service,” Sadie announces, holding her phone up. “I live super close to here so please, no one worry about me.”
Abby gets off the stool to reach out to hug Sadie.
My hand falls off of her leg, and I shove the last couple of nachos in my mouth. “Benjamin, grab the server, will you? I’m ready to head out too.”
My brother shoots me a I-know-what-you-want look and immediately goes to find the server.
Sadie and Abby have hugged goodbye, so Dash offers to walk Sadie outside to wait for her ride. I’m sure one look at him and the driver will know he has to get Sadie home safely or risk the wrath of an enormous Dash.
“We could have dropped her off,” I told Abby.
“Sadie has made up her mind. Once she’s made up her mind, there’s no changing it.”
I pull Abby into my arms and hug her tightly against my chest. The pub isn’t crowded or particularly loud today but I’m ready to go back to Benjamin’s.
With Abby.
“You’re coming home with us, right?” I press light kisses on each corner of her mouth.
Abby shivers. “I can’t think of a reason to say no,” she admits.
“I can think of a million reasons to say yes.”
“A million?” she asks with a flirty smile. “I’m completely preoccupied with one reason.”
“I want to do all the things with you, Abby,” I tell her, pulling back to look deep into her eyes. “Not just sex.”
“I want all the things too,” she says simply, pressing her palms against my chest. “But I was really hoping just you and me…”
That makes my cock harden instantly. “Yeah? You and me what, Abby? Tell me.”
“That you and me could get naked and I could ride you.” She swallows hard at the end of her sentence, but she doesn’t look down.
“Good girl,” I praise her. “I love that you tell me exactly what you want. Such a perfect little sexy slut, needing this big cock.”
I don’t know what has happened between her and Dash or her and Benjamin, but I can tell by the way her nostrils flare that she likes the way I’m talking to her.
Her breathing has changed and she leans closer into me so that our thighs are pressed against each other.
I yank the little half tuck she’s made of my jersey into her jeans so that I can slip a hand onto her bare flesh above her waist.
“Okay,” Benjamin says, returning to the table we’re standing next to. “Let’s get the hell out of here before you totally forget where you are. Or who you are. People in this town know you, remember?”
“I’d never forget.” I reluctantly remove my hand from Abby’s waist. “I love being small town famous. I get perks all over Willow Bay.” I kiss the top of her head. “Stick with me and you’ll get free bagels any day of the week.”
Abby laughs. “I do love free bagels but that’s the last on my list of reasons to be with you.”
I will not ask. I won’t. I refuse.
My brother knows me too damn well though.
“Tell Kane what’s first on your list,” he tells Abby as we start toward the front door. “And put him out of his misery. He’s dying to know but won’t ask.”
“Is that true?” Abby glances back at me. “I wasn’t trying to tease you.”
There’s that thing she does. Where she worries and apologizes and thinks she’s somehow hurt me or made things difficult for me when that’s the furthest thing from the truth.
We’re going to have to work on that shit. Together.
But right now I just say, “Ben is right. I want to know what you see in me.”
Not because I’m in any way insecure.
But because I want to know how I can make Abby happy every single damn day from here on out.
“You’re you,” Abby says with a shrug, the corner of her mouth lifting. She reaches out to lace her fingers through mine. “You’re positive and confident and encouraging and you’re larger than life. When you smile or laugh you make everyone else want to smile and laugh.”
Wow. I got more than I bargained for with that answer. I blink, both touched and turned on. “You make me sound pretty awesome.”
Benjamin holds the front door open for Abby. “He already had a big ego. This just made it grow ten times.”
“Do you want me to answer the same question about you?” she asks with a grin.
Benjamin laughs. “Later, sweetheart. This is Kane’s night.”
“It’d better be,” Abby says, her gaze darting down to my cock.
I groan. “Damn, girl.”
Dash has thankfully seen Sadie off and is waiting at the curb in our SUV. I’m guessing Benjamin texted him we’re ready to leave.
The drive home is torture, nonetheless.
With Dash driving and Benjamin in the front seat, Abby is tucked up against me in the back and I can’t help myself. By the time the SUV has pulled away from the curb, I have her jeans unsnapped and the zipper down.
“Kane,” she moans. “Shouldn’t we wait?”
Even as she says it, she’s lifting her hips and rubbing herself against my hand.
“No. I want to see if you’re wet for me, Lollipop.”
“I am,” she assures me, nodding vigorously.
Easing beneath her panties, I cup her sex and slip a finger deep inside her. That slick heat that welcomes me makes me moan.