Page 29 of For Pucking Real (The Seattle Vipers #4)

"We can keep it quiet for now," I say, practical even as my heart races.

"Until we figure things out. Until we know how we fit.

Just. . .give me the space to figure it out without all the noise.

Without the gossip and public opinion weighing in.

" I think of Ridley, of the team, of the hockey wives and the inevitable social media frenzy.

"Whatever you need, Li-Li," Devan says, his thumb brushing my cheek with such tenderness it makes my knees weak. "We're with you. However you want this to work."

"Every step," Tobias adds, his hand brushing mine, a silent promise in his touch. "No rush. No pressure."

For once, I don't flinch at needing them. At the thought of letting them into the life I've built so carefully, brick by stubborn brick.

They're not trying to eclipse me. They're not trying to take over or fix me or change me into someone more convenient.

They're just trying to stand with me.

Maybe, just maybe, I'm ready to let them.

The stairs creak under our combined weight, the sound a comforting metronome counting out the steps to something new and uncertain and exhilarating.

My heart races as I lead them up, their hands twined with mine, a tangle of fingers and warmth and anticipation.

I can feel the pulse in their wrists, steady and sure, a counterpoint to my own wild rhythm.

Each wooden step groans beneath us, telling stories of this old Victorian home that has witnessed my solitary independence for so long.

Now it bears witness to this, three people ascending together, the air between us charged with possibility.

Devan's thumb traces small circles against my palm, a gesture so achingly familiar it sends shivers racing up my arm. Tobias's grip is firmer, his calloused fingertips a reminder of his strength, his presence solid and grounding beside me.

I feel suspended between worlds, the fiercely independent woman who built walls around her heart, and this new version of myself who's daring to let them crumble. With each step upward, I'm walking away from old fears and toward something I never thought I'd allow myself to want.

We cross the threshold into my bedroom, the space filled with the soft glow of the nightlight beside the bed.

It's a sanctuary, a reflection of me, all soft colors and retro touches.

A king-sized bed with a plush velvet headboard dominates the room, a silent promise of comfort and rest. Or, in this case, something far more exhilarating.

I turn to face them, these two men who have somehow become my world. Devan, with his warm eyes and gentle smile, the strength in his broad shoulders a silent vow of protection. Tobias, intense and guarded, his gaze stripped bare of its usual defenses, leaving only raw desire.

"I want you both," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Equally. Fully."

Devan cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my skin with a tenderness that makes my breath hitch. "You have us, Li-Li. We are with you, baby."

Tobias steps closer, his hand finding the small of my back, a warm pressure grounding me. "Whatever you need," he echoes, his voice a low rumble.

We discuss protection, the conversation quick and practical. I have an IUD, and they're both negative. We decide to forego condoms, the trust implicit in that decision settling like a blanket around us, warm and secure.

Clothes start to come off, a flurry of hands and fabric, the air filling with the rustle of clothes and the hitch of breath as skin is revealed.

Devan's shirt hits the floor, his muscles a play of light and shadow under the dim lighting.

Tobias's jeans slide down his legs, his body lean and powerful.

I'm stripped down to my lace bra and panties, the cool air pebbling my skin, or maybe it's their gazes, hot and hungry.

Devan kisses me first, his lips soft and sure, his hands framing my face like I'm something precious.

I melt into him, my body pressing against his, all hard planes and warmth.

Tobias moves behind me, his lips finding the curve of my neck, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, pulling me back against him.

I'm surrounded, enveloped, their touches and kisses a symphony of sensation that leaves me gasping.

We tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and laughter, the last of our clothes shed somewhere in the process.

Devan spreads my thighs, his broad shoulders wedging between them as he leans down, his breath hot on my core.

I'm already wet, already aching, and when he parts me with his fingers, his tongue darting out to taste me, a moan escapes my lips.

Tobias is there to catch it, his mouth claiming mine, his tongue sliding against mine in a dance that mirrors Devan's movements below.

I'm overwhelmed, consumed, the pleasure builds in waves as Devan feasts on me, his groans vibrate against my flesh.

His hunger, his desire, a living thing, a tangible force that drives me higher and higher.

I need more. I need everything. I pull back from Tobias, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Give me your cum," I demand, my voice hoarse with desire.

Tobias's eyes darken, his pupils blown wide with lust. He climbs off the bed, his cock hard and leaking, and feeds it into my mouth.

I take him deep, my lips stretch around his girth, the taste of him salty and sweet.

Devan's still between my legs, his tongue and fingers work me in a rhythm that has my hips bucking, my moans vibrating around Tobias's length.

It's too much, too good. The pleasure crests, a wave that crashes over me, leaving me shuddering and gasping as I cum, Tobias's dick still in my mouth. He follows me over the edge, his cum hitting the back of my throat, his groans a chorus to my own.

When he pulls out, I watch, sated and languid, as they come together, their bodies colliding in a punishing kiss. Devan's hand wraps around both their cocks, stroking them together, their moans and gasps a symphony of pleasure that has my body throbbing in response.

"You taste good on his lips," Tobias says when they pull apart, his eyes locked on mine.

"Cum for me," I pant, my body already primed and ready for more. "Let me see you two make each other cum."

They do, their hands and mouths and bodies move in a dance that's raw and primal and beautiful.

Devan spits in his hand, his grip tightens as he strokes them together, their cocks slick and hard, the heads rub against each other in a way that has them both groaning, their bodies tremble with the effort to hold back.

When their releases hit, it's with a chorus of gasps and soft whispers of my name, their bodies shudder as they spill over Devan's fist, their cum mixing together in a sight that's so erotic it has my body pulsing with renewed desire.

They collapse next to me on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. I'm tucked between them, their arms wrapped around me, their hearts pounding in sync with mine. We lie there, sated and happy and content, basking in the newness of this, of us.

I look forward to so much more to come. More nights like this, more moments of shared pleasure, more love.

Because that's what this is, what it's always been in various stages.

Love. In all its complicated, unorthodox, beautiful glory, and I'm ready to embrace it, to embrace them, with everything I have.