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The warmth of her skin is the first thing I notice. Soft. Bare. Pressed between us.

The second thing is movement—Sienna shifts slightly, stretching against me like she’s instinctively reaching for more. A quiet sigh escapes her lips, and I smirk against her shoulder.

I blink, adjusting to the dim light slipping through the curtains. She’s tangled in the sheets, her hair spilling over the pillow. Peaceful. Tempting. Eli’s arm is draped over her waist, his breathing deep and even. The guy could sleep through an earthquake.

I let my hand drift down the curve of her back, tracing slow circles over her skin. She stirs, a little hum leaving her lips as she presses closer.

“You awake?” I murmur.

“Mmm.” Her voice is thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

“Early.” I press a lazy kiss to her shoulder, dragging my lips along her skin. “Too early to be thinking about anything but this.”

She stretches, arching slightly, and the movement alone makes my breath catch.

“We have a flight,” she mumbles, but there’s no real fight in her voice.

I chuckle, shifting so she’s beneath me. She gasps, blinking up at me, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Caleb—”

“Morning, bunny.” I dip my head, brushing my lips over hers, teasing. “You were sleeping so pretty. Thought I’d wake you up nice and easy.”

She exhales sharply as my hand slides lower, fingers gripping my arm. “We’re gonna be late.”

I grin against her skin. “Guess you’ll have to tell me to stop.”

She doesn’t, so I aim my dick straight into her. She moans as I glide in. Bunny is already wet, just how I like it. I work my hips, sliding in and out of her.

The bed shifts. A groggy voice cuts through the haze.

“Really?” Eli grumbles, watching as I fuck her. “You two started without me?”

I flip Sienna on her stomach and tug her ass up to me. She turns toward him, dazed, lips parted. “Tried to tell him we’d be late.”

I snort, aiming for her again. “Like you were really trying.”

I plunge into her, causing the whole bed to shift. It feels so fucking good, so I fuck her fast from this position. And I swear, this fucking pussy was meant for me.

Eli leans in and kisses her. He tilts her chin up, shoving his tongue far into her mouth.

“We’ve got a plane to catch, Eli,” Sienna says again, but it’s weak, like she would rather be here and get railed by the two of us.

Eli smirks and then looks at me, “She’s still thinking about that?”

I brush my thumb over her pussy lips. “Not for long.”

Her breath hitches as I work her clit.

Eli pulls out his cock, pumping it. “When do I get my turn, Sie?”

She’s moaning as I fuck her hard. I grab her hair, tugging her onto her hands. “Suck his dick like a good girl. You want to please the both of us, don’t you?”

She nods, reaching for him.

“Good little bunny,” I praise her as I slowly pump into her.

Sienna’s breath is unsteady, her body almost at release. She takes a break from sucking off Eli and says, “We should really—”

Eli chuckles grabbing her chin. “Still talking about the damn flight?”

“Guess we’re not making it,” I murmur, fucking her mad. “Shut her up.”

Eli slides down her throat. “Good fucking idea.”

Gargling noises makes up for my ass slapping. I’m on the edge of coming, but holding it in. I stop working against her clit, and she wiggles her ass.

I smack it and chuckle, looking at that sexy fucking ass. I grab her throat that’s taking in Eli’s dick and whisper in her ear, “I want to fuck you in the ass, bunny, while E fucks your pussy. Do you think you can handle that?”

She tries to protest, but it comes out as bubbles, and Eli groans in response.

I lean back and lick her fucking ass crack. She pulls Eli out and whimpers, falling straight onto the bed.

“I’m taking her fucking ass virginity,” I claim. “And you’re fucking her to keep her relaxed.”

Eli disappears for a second and then comes back with lube and a vibrator.

“What’s this?” I ask.

Sienna says, “Guys! We’re going to miss our flight!”

I glance at Eli. We both shrug.

He slides under Sienna, pulling her pussy right onto his dick. She buries him, sitting pretty on him.

I take the lube and pour it on her ass.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she gasps.

I grin, whispering in her ear, “I told you, baby, I’m fucking that ass. I promise it won’t hurt. You just need to relax.”

Eli turns on the vibrator and she moans, “Why the fuck do you have that?”

“Enough with the questions,” Eli says, pressing the vibrator against her clit.

Immediately, she cries out. “Holy fuck. Oh, shit!”

Eli is pounding into her, but I want my fucking part, so I force her back down. I need that ass in the air.

Eli keeps the vibrator on her.

“Just like that,” I mutter, aiming for her ass. “You’re going to feel me, baby.”

I press into her very slowly, and she’s fucking screaming. Luckily we don’t have to be quiet.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she mutters between her teeth. “Oh my fucking god!”

I’m finally all the way inside of her.

“You good?” Eli asks, and she nods.

I grin wickedly, glancing down at both our dicks inside of our bad little puck bunny.

I thrust slowly and she cries from the pleasure.

“Fuck yeah,” I groan. I pull her hair to the side as Eli starts fucking her too. “You make us feel so fucking good! Oh, this fucking ass, baby.”

“Holy shit, baby,” Eli groans. “Fuck, look at you. Taking the both of us. Such a good fucking girl.”

Right then, she explodes. We fuck her hard and fast, chasing her orgasm. I can feel it on my dick, how her entire body tenses.

I start fucking coming into her ass, and it’s pure fucking bliss.

Eli fucking comes too.

I pull out first. The come slipping out, and then Sienna falls to the side of Eli on the bed. It’s a fucking sight.

Her hair’s a mess, and then she starts laughing. “Holy shit.”

I lick my lips, watching the semen in her pussy and ass leak out.

Holy shit is right.

“That was so fucking good,” Eli says, turning to her and kissing her.

I leave the room to find the bathroom, giving those two lovebirds their privacy.

It’s almost ten by the time we pull up to Sienna’s place. The car ride was quiet, mostly because Eli and I are both running on fumes, and Sienna’s probably still pretending she’s not exhausted too.

She unbuckles her seatbelt, glancing at us. “You guys sure you don’t wanna just crash here?”

Eli smirks. “And sleep where? Your closet?”

She rolls her eyes. “You can sneak in and sleep in my bed.”

I lean over, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “Can’t. I’ll want that ass again.”

She turns red.

Eli kisses her lips. “Get inside before you pass out on the porch.”

She sighs. “I’ll see you at the game?”

I nod. “Wouldn’t want you missing all my best plays.”

Eli scoffs. “Bold of you to say when we’re the fucking mascots.”

“I’ll talk to my dad about that.”

“That… that would be fucking lovely, bunny.”

She gives Eli another kiss before slipping out of the car. We watch as she heads inside, waiting for the porch light to flicker off before I finally pull away from the curb.

Eli stretches out in the passenger seat, exhaling loudly. “You good?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the road.

He shrugs. “Been worse.”

“That’s not a real answer.”

“Then quit asking real questions.”

I glance over. “You look like shit.”

He lets out a laugh, running a hand down his face. “Thanks, Dad.”

I roll my eyes. “You need sleep.”

“I need a fucking time machine. Think we could get one of those instead?”

“Nope.”

“Shit.”

“That’s too bad.”

We don’t say much after that. He tilts his head back against the seat, and I keep my focus on the road. We get to the rink right as Coach is walking in, already mid-rant about strategy against the Wolverines.

“—gotta stay aggressive. They play rough, and we know how they set up their power plays. Keep your heads on straight, and don’t let them bait you into stupid penalties.”

A few of the guys murmur agreements. I nod along like I’m actually paying attention, but I know damn well I’m just trying not to yawn.

Coach looks between Eli and me, narrowing his eyes. “You two. Locker room. Now.”

Eli groans under his breath. “Swear to God, if this is a speech about discipline—”

Coach keeps talking like he doesn’t hear him. “Since you two decided to skip out on practice yesterday, you’re both getting a little…extra conditioning.”

I exhale through my nose. “Coach—”

“Not a word.” He folds his arms. “Locker room. Now.”

Eli glances at me. “We running suicides or what?”

“Doubt it,” I mutter. “He’s got that smug-ass look.”

Eli sighs dramatically as we head inside. “Fuck me.”

We push open the locker room doors, and the second I see what’s waiting for us, I almost start laughing.

Two oversized, ridiculous-looking mascot costumes.

Eli stops short. “No. I thought you were kidding me.”

I stare at them. “You’ve gotta be kidding.”

Coach doesn’t even try to hide his grin. “Put ‘em on.”

Eli groans. “This a punishment or a fucking joke?”

“A little of both.” Coach pats his shoulder, way too amused. “I decided to make you two practice in these one last time, and you won’t be benched for the game. No mascots as long as there’s no more bullshit. Understood?”

Eli looks at me, giving me the eye that he knows Sienna talked sense into her dad. Thank fuck.

“Yes, Coach,” we say and then he walks out.

“I’d rather be running suicides,” I say. “Nah, I’m so tired I might actually take a nap in this thing.”

“Unreal.” He rubs a hand down his face.

“I’m embracing it,” I say, grabbing the ridiculous headpiece.

Eli glares. “You would.”

We get into the stupid suits, shoving our arms through the sleeves and strapping on the oversized heads. The fabric’s thick as hell, and I already know we’re going to be sweating through this entire practice.

I groan. “I can’t believe this shit.”

Eli says, “Least we’re not getting slammed into the boards.”

We shuffle out to the bench, plopping down with zero intention of moving.

The guys take one look at us and immediately burst out laughing.

“Oh, this is gold,” Noah wheezes.

Brody pulls out his phone. “Hold still. Gotta document this.”

Eli flips him off, the oversized mascot hand making it completely ineffective.

Thatcher snorts. “Holy shit, you guys look ridiculous.”

Coach claps his hands. “Enough. Get on the ice.”

The guys skate off, still snickering, while Eli and I sit on the bench, unmoving.

“This thing’s got padding,” I say, leaning back. “Might actually take that nap.”

Eli leans forward, elbows on his knees. “I ever tell you I fucking hate traveling?”

“Think you’ve mentioned it.”

He groans. “I’m going to play like shit if I don’t get some sleep.”

I shrug. “Not my problem.”

Eli side-eyes me.

I stretch my legs out. “We should do this more often.”

Eli scoffs. “Fuck no.”

“C’mon. Mascot duty’s not so bad.”

We spend the rest of practice watching from the sidelines, too damn tired to care.