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I wrapped my hands gently around Chris’s waist, holding him steady, and lifted myself up again. On the downstroke, Chris shouted out, his feet scrambling for purchase on the mattress.
“Come, boy. Come inside me. Fill me up with your cum.”
Chris choked out a cry and pumped his hips up, shouting as his dick pulsed inside me and liquid fire spilled into me with each throb of his cock. I clenched tight, needing to keep every drop of him in me, and Chris shouted again, thrusting his hips once more. He was breathing heavy, his bruised chest still expanding and contracting with every breath. His cock continued to pulse inside me, still coming. The tension in his muscles eased, and he seemed to melt into the mattress.
“Kam,” I murmured and reached for her waist as I eased myself off Chris’s softening dick. He moaned, and I hissed, the sudden emptiness a shock to my system. I already wanted to do it again, but next time, I’d be buried inside Chris’s tight heat.
Kam shifted off her husband, then flopped down onto the bed next to him. She curled into his side, resting her head on his bicep, and I grinned when I saw Chris’s dreamy smile. I leaned in and kissed Kam, my tongue dancing with hers as I lined up my cock with her pussy.
“Fuck me, Locke. Take me. Give yourself to me.”
“Don’t you get it, sweet thing?” I asked, gazing down into her emerald eyes. “I was yours from the moment I first saw you.” She blinked, tears filling her eyes and she reached up and cupped my face. She didn’t say anything, but I didn’t need her to. She knew how hard and fast I’d fallen.
I pressed into her, her tight heat enveloping my cock as I lowered myself against her body and made love to her. I kissed her jaw to her ear and sucked a mark onto her throat as I thrust slowly. I ran my hand down her delectable body and tugged her knee up to my waist. All that smooth flesh under my palm was an aphrodisiac, the taste of her sweat-dampened skin on my lips like nectar of the gods. I lost myself in Kam and the soft moans she was making. Chris rolled onto his side and ran his hand down my spine, and I cried out.
My back bowed, and I pushed my arse into his searching fingers. He circled my rim, and the approving rumble he let loose was downright filthy. “Can feel my cum leaking out of your soft little hole, Locke. Fill our woman up like I did to you.”
Kam moaned, and her pussy tightened around my cock. “So close,” she breathed.
I stepped up my game, thrusting harder and deeper into her, grinding my pelvis against her clit every time I bottomed out. I was holding on by a thread, so close to losing it in her sweet body.
Chris turned her face and kissed her, and I nibbled a path up her throat to her lobe. I sucked on it, and Kam cried out, her pussy clamping down on my cock. I moaned, lost as my orgasm slammed into me. My body vibrated, every nerve ending alight as ecstasy pulsed through me. Every pump of my cum into her sweet body reignited the euphoria in my veins. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids, and I floated among the clouds, completely weightless.
“I love you too,” Chris murmured, pressing a kiss to my jaw.
I turned my face and captured his lips with mine, the taste of Kam still on his lips. I moaned and my dick pulsed again. Kam cupped my face, and I broke Chris’s kiss and pressed another one to her lips.
“We’ve always been yours, too, Locke,” she murmured. “We just had to meet you.”
I hummed and wrapped them in my arms, holding the two loves of my life close to my heart. I’d never been more grateful for eavesdropping on their conversation in my life.
twenty-seven
Kamirah
The night before the pre-season opener
We’d returned to the States from Vancouver two weeks ago. Once Locke’s filming had wrapped, we’d spent a few days checking out Vancouver Island, then we’d hired a car and driven the scenic route back to LA.
So much had happened since we’d arrived back in town. Our rental was being put on the market, and Locke had a few months off, then a cameo role in a movie being filmed just over the border in Mexico. We took them as signs we were supposed to move in together. We weren’t sure yet where we’d end up—somewhere private that was close enough for Chris to get to training and home games easily enough and Locke to the beach—but the specifics didn’t matter.
For tonight, we were at Coach’s house on the ridgeline overlooking the city. It was a perfect late summer evening, the clear sky darkening as peach and gold turned into purples and blues. The tiki torches along the glass railing framed the dying embers of the sun. I loved this place. The sprawling mansion was as sophisticated as it was homey.
Players and staff milled around, catching up after their well-earned breaks, some of whom had their families in tow, and others friends or their spouses.
Coach was manning the smoker with Jacques and Travis, and Rusty sat with Carina, Cara, Locke, and me, catching up after our summer in Canada. We were spread out on picnic blankets, Charlie on her tummy in our midst. I leaned back against Locke’s chest and watched Chris bend over to pass out drinks. I checked out his butt, shamelessly ogling my husband, and Locke chuckled under his breath.
“So glad I’m not the only one who wants to bite that damn arse,” he murmured against my ear.
Monroe chuckled as he poured Cara and Carina glasses of wine. “I’d tell you to get your minds out of the gutter, but I don’t want to.” He gestured to Hux, who was busy digging around in the same cooler as Chris was, searching for a beer for Monroe, his own butt on display. “Hockey butts—there’s nothing better.”
“Oh my God,” Carina exclaimed, and all as one we looked in her direction. She was staring at Charlie.
The baby girl had her frog teething ring in her mouth, chin covered in slobber, and she was on her hands and knees. She reached for Rusty, who was leaning forward, his hands held out to her. Then she shuffled forward when he shifted back, staying an inch out of her reach.
“She’s crawling.” Happy tears filled Carina’s eyes, and she called out, “Jacques, Trav,” in a wobbly voice.
Hux waved them over, and they came running. Cara already had her cell phone out, videoing her little sister, and Monroe was grinning happily. He loved that little girl as much as Cara did—as much as we all did.