6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Emily
“Ready to show our hockey star how proud we are of him?” Bash’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, and I glanced at Mac.
“If he’s not too tired…”
Mac’s eyes widened, glowing green in the headlights of oncoming traffic, and he untied his pants. “Never been more awake.”
He was yawning before we hit the freeway, but I wasn’t going to argue. We were two hours from the beach, and I had been waiting for Bash to ask this very question.
“In that case, you did such a good job.” I slid my hands past the waistband of his sweatpants and stroked his hard length. I gripped him, feeling how thick he was from our dry spell, and pressed my thighs together to relieve the ache raging through me. I wanted him inside me so badly, but I could be patient.
“You were so hot on the ice tonight,” I whispered, freeing his cock from his pants.
He laced his fingers through my hair, gentle to keep from tangling my curls, and pulled my face to his. With firm, messy kisses, he claimed my mouth while I ran my fingers along all his familiar bumps and ridges.
Panting, he pulled away. “Your hands are magic, Pink.”
“You should see what else I can do.” I smirked, bending down and pulling the length of him into my mouth.
He hissed and clutched my hair. I groaned, vibrating against him as he rocked his hips in rhythm with the bob of my head.
Hearing Mac’s rough moans as he got closer heated my body. I was wasted from the sound of his pleasure alone. I wasn’t sure my guys could get me to leave the hotel room. Once I had both of them to myself for a whole day, I wouldn’t want to do anything else.
“I’m so close,” he ground out, as if I needed a warning.
“Give me all you’ve got,” I said, pulling off him just long enough to talk before plunging my mouth down the length of him.
“Fuck.” His pull on my hair tightened, and he came hard and fast, spilling into my mouth in a furious, hot rush.
I swallowed around his surges, one hand pressed to his thigh, the other to his abs that contracted with the last remnants of his climax.
He flopped his head back, sighing with a dazzling grin. “Our girl is so good with that mouth, isn’t she Bardot?”
“The best,” he agreed, reaching his hand back to grab mine.
Satisfaction washed over me, even though the ache between my legs had only grown. So many men had told me I was too much and that I’d never be content in this life. But they were wrong. There was nothing wrong with me. I would never be too much to these two men, and I pinched myself all the time to make sure it wasn’t a dream.
“Will you hate me for falling asleep?” Mac asked around a tear-inducing yawn.
“I could never hate you for anything.” I skimmed my tongue along his lower lip and he pressed his mouth against mine slowly.
“Good.” He yawned again and slumped against the doorframe, out in seconds.
“Holy shit, Emily.”
Bash’s eyes in the rearview mirror were wild, and I had to have him, too.
“Pull over at the next rest stop.”
“Is he asleep?”
“Yes, but we have to keep things fair .” I smirked when his eyes widened in the mirror.
We didn’t have any hard and fast rules about what we could and couldn’t do with each other as long as everyone involved consented and no one felt left out. That last part was our current hang up. We were in a dry spell because none of our schedules were aligned enough to keep it fair at the moment.
I was certain once we were married and had a couple of years behind us, we would work out something better for the times when our schedules were so full. And we wouldn’t have the wedding to worry about. That was causing more stress than anything else.
Part of me wanted to call the whole thing off, but I knew we couldn’t do that. This wedding was a demonstration of our love and commitment. There wasn’t a lot of public buzz around our unconventional relationship, but after we married or once the bigger outlets picked up on it, that could change overnight. I wanted the wedding to be solid and perfect. To show the world that even though our relationship involved three people, we were just as committed to each other as people in a more traditional relationship.
It was important to me that the world saw we weren’t really that different, and a wedding surrounded by our family and friends was the perfect hard launch.
Bash navigated the car to a dark corner of the next rest stop, and I unbuckled, maneuvering up to the front seat.
“Short people get away with so much,” he muttered, grinning.
“I’m not that short—”
“Compared to us."
“True.” I laughed, quiet enough to not wake Mac, and imagined either of them trying to go from the front seat to the back seat.
“Fuck. I’ve missed this,” he whispered as I slid my hand in his pants.
“Me too.” I moaned as the thick length of him filled my palm.
He unzipped his pants, and I tugged his cock out of his boxers, salivating at the dim outline of him.
“This isn’t really fair—” he began.
“You two will more than make up for it tomorrow morning.”
He groaned and grabbed the back of my neck as I flicked my tongue on the head of his cock. “Yes, we will.”
“Good,” I murmured, drawing him deep into my mouth.
His grip on my neck tightened, and I smiled. This right here was worth the wait. It might not do a damn thing to help the ache between my legs—in fact, it was making it exponentially worse—but seeing my Sebastian visibly unwind as his body spiraled into a fast orgasm was exactly what I needed.
He came, whispering my name as quietly as he could manage. I swallowed every beat of his climax and held tight to him as he trembled with the last traces of pleasure.
“Be ready to wake up to me inside you,” he promised as we got back on the freeway, and I shivered.
“I’ll be ready,” I whispered, checking on Mac.
We probably didn’t need to whisper. He was snoring louder than normal, his cheek squished adorably against the window.
I shivered again, and Bash cranked up the heat. The air had grown colder the closer we got to the beach, and the sun had set before we were even out of town. It was barely warm in Vancouver. The beach would be misty and gray.
But it didn’t matter in the slightest. I wasn’t kidding when I warned Bash they’d have to drag me out of the hotel room kicking and screaming.