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Chapter 22

Raw

Nora

I pushed through the door, my pulse thundering in my ears. Once again, I found myself in the middle of a bad decision. But was it? My brain screamed at me to stop this nonsense while my heart and body egged me on.

Was I really that worried about my career and reputation? Or was it that I was expected to be concerned? I’d worked hard for my position in the NHL, but is any job worth having to stifle parts of yourself?

The fact that I was even opening myself up to one man, let alone three—if Dominic decided he wanted that—was a sign that I shouldn’t hold myself back. I’d never let myself want more than flings before, and right now, I wanted more of both of these men.

These two men had demolished the wall I’d built, leaving me craving connection, vulnerability, and the terrifying possibility of more.

This could all implode, and yet, I couldn’t find it in me to care.

“Are you sure about this?” Miles murmured against my ear, his breath sending fire fanning across my skin. “You say the word, and we stop.”

We made it down the stairs, and I turned to face them both, taking in Carter’s hooded gaze and Miles’s tense jawline. Two completely different men who somehow both set me on fire.

“I don’t want to stop.” I was surprised by the steadiness in my voice, even as my limbs trembled. “I want both of you.”

The image of Dominic’s scowling face materialized in my mind, and a complicated mix of emotions surged through me. Behind my ribs, an ache bloomed, but I couldn’t let myself dwell on him right now. I couldn’t think about the way his eyes burned when he looked at me or how it had felt falling asleep on the couch with him. I shoved those dangerous thoughts into the same mental box where I kept other impossible things, right next to my figure skating dreams.

Carter leaned down to capture my lips while Miles’s mouth found the sensitive spot below my ear. The sensations of Carter’s tongue sliding against mine while Miles’s teeth grazed my neck sent a jolt straight to my core. I moaned into Carter’s mouth, reaching back to thread my fingers through Miles’s hair.

“Bedroom,” Carter murmured against my lips. “Second door on the right.”

We moved as a unit, somehow avoiding bumping into anything. When we reached the bedroom, I took a moment to look around.

The California king bed with a pristine white comforter dominated the space, standing out against charcoal walls. Art pieces hung on the walls, and dim light filtered through sheer curtains, casting everything in a hazy glow.

“How do you want this to go?” Miles’s voice was laced with a roughness I’d never heard before.

I turned to face them both, finding my footing. In the bedroom, at least, I knew exactly who I was and what I wanted. “First things first, too many clothes.”

I peeled off my jacket and then my blouse, their eyes not leaving my body for even a second. Next, I kicked off my heels and shimmied out of my pants, leaving me in nothing but a black lace bra and matching underwear.

The air pebbled my skin even though the heater was on. Carter’s sharp inhale and Miles’s muttered curse were gratifying. Would they still feel the same way in a few months once I was showing? I immediately banished that thought. I was deciding this instant that I was going to be the sexiest, most confident pregnant woman known to man.

“Your turn.” I lifted my chin at their still-clothed bodies.

They exchanged a glance before complying. Carter unbuttoned his shirt with practiced ease, revealing tanned skin over lean muscle. Miles was more methodical, but the result was equally impressive. He was broader than Carter and had a bruise forming on his side from a hit he’d taken at the game.

When they were down to their boxer briefs, the desire in the room thickened. We’d crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed.

I stepped forward, placing a palm against each of their chests. “On the bed. Both of you.”

They didn’t argue or question me, settling against the headboard side by side. The sight of them waiting for my direction sent a thrill of power through me.

I climbed onto the mattress, kneeling between them. I trailed my fingertips along Miles’s thigh, then Carter’s. “This is about pleasure. No competition.” I fixed them each with a pointed look. “And I call the shots.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Carter grinned, but his eyes were serious.

Miles nodded, the muscles in his throat working. “Whatever you want, Nora.”

I leaned in to kiss Carter first, slow and deep, then turned to give Miles the same treatment. Their different styles, Carter all confident expertise, Miles a surprising combination of restraint and hunger, had my head spinning.

I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, letting it fall away. Their synchronous groans as they took in my naked breasts sent heat flooding between my legs. I guided Carter’s hands to cup them, sighing as his thumbs flicked over my sensitive nipples, turning them into hard pebbles.

“They’re so responsive.” He leaned in to replace his thumb with his mouth.

I gasped as he sucked gently, arching into the contact. Miles watched for a moment before his control snapped. He surged forward, capturing my other nipple with his mouth. Their swirling, hot tongues made me moan, and my hips rocked involuntarily.

Miles slid one hand down to trace the edge of my panties. “Can I touch you?”

“Please.” I widened my knees, and the air hitting the wet fabric made me tingle.

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, finding me slick and ready. The groan that rumbled from his throat sent vibrations against my breast as his fingers explored, circling my entrance before dipping inside.

“So wet already.” He pressed his forehead against my sternum, watching his fingers disappear between my legs.

Carter’s hand joined Miles’s, pushing my panties to the side as he stroked my clit with feather-light touches. The combination of Miles’s fingers curling inside me and Carter’s teasing circles had my thighs trembling within minutes.

“Not enough,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation. “I need more.”

Something shifted in Miles’s demeanor. He straightened, a new authority in his expression as he pushed Carter’s hand away. “Let me take care of her first.” His voice left no room for argument. To my surprise, Carter yielded with a nod.

Miles’s eyes locked on mine as he eased me back onto the mattress. “Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good.”

Before I could respond, he was sliding my underwear down my legs, his gaze devouring every inch of newly exposed skin. He settled between my thighs, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there.

The first sweep of his tongue had my back arching off the bed and my fingers clutching at the comforter. A cry tore from my throat, unrestrained and raw. Miles worked with deliberate patience, taking his time as he explored with broad strokes, his hands gripping my thighs with enough pressure to keep me anchored. His dark eyes flicked up to meet mine, satisfaction evident in his gaze at my reaction.

“You’re going to kill me.” My head thrashed as he shifted his attention, focusing on my clit with maddening precision.

The room spun around me, Carter’s presence momentarily forgotten as Miles’s clever mouth consumed my awareness. My toes curled, little sparks of pleasure radiating from them with each careful movement. He seemed to read my body’s responses perfectly, adjusting his rhythm whenever I reacted.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take more, he slid two fingers inside me, curling them forward to hit the spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

I was vaguely aware of Carter watching, his breathing ragged as he palmed himself through his boxers. The knowledge that he was getting off watching us added another layer to my arousal.

“Miles,” I moaned as he sucked my clit between his lips, the pressure building to an unbearable point. “I’m so close.”

He hummed against me, the vibration sending me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me in waves, Miles working me through it until I pushed weakly at his shoulders, too sensitive to continue.

As I recovered, Carter leaned down to kiss me. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured against my lips.

Miles moved up my body, his expression a mix of pride and lingering hunger. He kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his tongue.

When we broke apart, I noticed a new tension in him, a restraint that was clearly costing him. Despite my earlier declarations about being in charge, I responded to the authority he was projecting.

“What do you want, Miles?” I ran a hand down his chest.

His eyes darkened. “I want to be inside you, but only if you want that too.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

“Do we need condoms?” He stroked my cheek, searching my eyes. “It’s been a while for me.” He glanced at Carter, who was watching us with hooded eyes.

“I haven’t been with anyone besides Nora since my last check.”

“I haven’t either.” I bit my lip. Was I really about to let these two men fuck me raw? “No condoms.”

A slow smile spread across Carter’s face as he shifted closer, stroking my hair back from my face. “I’d love those pretty lips around me while he fucks you.”

The crude words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and my already sensitive core clenched with want.

Miles grabbed two pillows and gestured for me to lift my hips. He put them under me and then positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance.

He pushed in slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch. By the time he was fully seated, we were both panting.

“Fuck, Nora,” he groaned, forehead pressed to mine. “You feel incredible.”

Carter moved beside us, kneeling close to my head. Taking the hint, I turned to face him, opening my mouth as he guided himself between my lips. The taste of him, salty and masculine, combined with the feeling of Miles beginning to move inside me, created a sensory overload that had me moaning around Carter’s length.

Miles set a steady rhythm, each thrust hitting a spot deep inside that had my toes curling. Carter’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding but not controlling my movements as I took him deeper.

“That’s it,” Miles encouraged, his pace increasing as he watched me take Carter into my mouth. “You look so perfect sucking on his cock.”

The praise washed over me, adding to the mounting pleasure. Miles shifted, angling his hips to hit my G-spot with each thrust while his thumb found my clit. I was rapidly pushing toward another peak.

“She’s close,” Miles told Carter, his voice strained. “She’s tightening around me.”

Carter groaned, carefully withdrawing from my mouth. “I want to watch her face when she comes again.”

Miles redoubled his efforts, circling my clit with increasing pressure as his thrusts became more erratic. “Let go, Nora.” Something in his tone broke the last of my restraint.

My second orgasm hit even harder than the first, tearing a cry from my throat as my body clamped down around Miles. He followed moments later, his hips stuttering against mine as he groaned my name.

As we caught our breath, Carter slowly stroked himself, eyes fixed on my flushed face. “Can you take more?” His voice was thick with need and urgency.

My body was still trembling, but I nodded eagerly. Miles slowly withdrew and moved aside. The loss of his warmth left me momentarily disoriented, floating in a haze. I instinctively reached for him, but Carter’s hands were already on my hips, strong and insistent.

Before I could fully process what was happening, Carter tugged the pillows out from under me in one swift motion, tossing them unceremoniously across the room. I yelped in surprise as he pulled me upward, his hands guiding me onto my knees.

He positioned me so my hands gripped the headboard. The polished wood was cool beneath my palms, a stark contrast to the heat on my skin.

I glanced over my shoulder at him, taking in his hungry expression. His eyes had darkened to a stormy blue, his jaw clenched with restraint as he trailed a hand down my spine.

“You good?” He kissed between my shoulder blades, sending sparks of anticipation through me.

“Yes. Why aren’t you buried inside me already?” I braced myself against the headboard.

Carter’s hands smoothed over the curve of my hips, gently squeezing before one hand slid between my legs to test my readiness. I was still sensitive from my previous orgasms, and I gasped at his touch.

The mattress dipped as he positioned himself behind me. I felt the pressure of him against my entrance, teasing but not entering. It was infuriating having him so close yet so far.

“Carter.” I didn’t mean for his name to come out as a whine, but it totally did.

“Yes?” He pushed the tip inside, then retreated, drawing a whimper from me. “What is it you want exactly?”

I let out a frustrated groan. “What I want is for you to bury your cock in my pussy and fuck me until I scream. What I want is for you to stop teasing me before I fuck my own fingers.”

He surged forward in one powerful motion, catching me off guard. My entire body jolted with the sudden fullness, the angle allowing him impossibly deep. My fingers tightened on the headboard to an almost painful grip, the sudden stretch bordering between pleasure and sweet discomfort.

“Holy fuck.” My voice was barely recognizable to my own ears. My forehead dropped against my forearm as I fought to steady myself.

“You feel more amazing each time.” Carter’s hands gripped my hips, holding me still as he ground into me, letting me adjust to the feeling of him.

“Move.” I rocked back against him. “Please.”

He started with shallow thrusts, testing my response. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure through me, building on the lingering sensitivity from my earlier climaxes. I pushed back, silently demanding more.

Carter understood, increasing his pace and depth until he was driving into me with firm thrusts. “You like it like this?”

“Yes.” My knuckles turned white as I gripped the headboard tighter. “Don’t stop.”

One of his hands slid over my shoulder and around to my throat. I tensed momentarily, but his touch was gentle, possessive rather than restrictive. His palm rested against my pulse point, fingers splayed along my jawline as he applied the lightest pressure.

“This okay?” His thumb caressed my cheek like he wasn’t currently railing me.

I nodded, surprised by how the gesture intensified everything. I felt claimed, possessed, but also strangely safe. His hold wasn’t constricting my breathing at all but was a reminder of his presence.

The mattress shifted as Miles moved in beside me until he was kneeling next to me, his face level with mine.

“You’re so beautiful like this.” His hand came up to brush damp strands of hair from my face. “Taking him so well after taking me.”

Something about his words, the pride and heat in them, made me flush. Miles leaned in, capturing my mouth in a deep, slow kiss that contrasted with Carter’s increasingly forceful thrusts.

When he pulled back, his lips moved to the sensitive spot below my ear that he’d discovered earlier.

“She likes that,” Carter observed, his rhythm never faltering. “Do it again.”

Miles complied, this time adding the gentle scrape of teeth. A combination of a moan and whimper escaped me.

“That sound,” Miles whispered against my skin. “I could listen to you moan all night.”

His hands found my breasts, cupping their weight before his fingers focused on my nipples. He pinched them lightly, testing my reaction, then increased the pressure when I arched into his touch.

“Harder,” I begged, not sure if I was talking to Carter or Miles or both.

They both responded. Carter’s thrusts grew more forceful, the grip on my throat slightly firmer, while Miles pinched my nipples with just enough pressure to border between pleasure and pain.

“Look at you,” Miles murmured, his mouth close to my ear. “Taking both of us tonight. So greedy for our cocks. So greedy for orgasms.”

The words sent an unexpected jolt of arousal through me. Miles talking dirty was somehow filthier than if it had come from Carter.

“You like hearing that?” He was clearly noticing my reaction. “Do you like knowing what a good girl you’re being for us?”

My inner walls clenched around Carter, who cursed under his breath. “She’s tightening up. Fuck, don’t stop talking.”

Miles’s lips curled into a smile against my neck. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” He twisted my nipples. “You’re going to come all over Carter’s cock while I watch.”

“Yes,” I gasped as Carter adjusted his angle, hitting a spot inside me that made my vision blur.

“That’s it, baby,” Miles reached between my legs, his fingers finding my clit. “There we go. This is just what you need to fall apart, isn’t it? Are you going to show us how good we make you feel? Is this delicious cunt going to squeeze his cock so tight he fills you with his hot cum?”

Carter’s hand tightened fractionally on my throat, and my body responded instantly, pleasure spiraling tighter. I squeezed my eyes shut as every damn nerve in my body started to go haywire.

Miles commanded softly, turning my face toward his. “Look at me.”

I opened my eyes, a weird keening noise coming from me as he increased the speed of his fingers on my clit.

His green eyes locked on mine, intense and hungry as Carter’s movements grew more erratic behind me. “You’re right there. Let go and show us how much you love having us both.”

The combination of his words, Carter’s relentless thrusts, and the fingers working my clit sent me hurtling over the edge. My third orgasm crashed through me with surprising intensity, wrenching a silent cry from my throat as my body convulsed.

Carter groaned, the hand on my throat gentling as my inner muscles clamped down around him. “Fuuuuuuck!” His rhythm faltered as he neared his own climax.

Miles cradled my face, his thumb stroking my cheek as I rode the waves of pleasure. He pressed his forehead to mine. “So fucking beautiful when you come.”

Carter gave a final, deep thrust, holding himself against me as he came with a guttural groan. He spilled inside me, his forehead dropping to rest between my shoulder blades.

I was utterly spent, my knees trembling with the effort of maintaining my position. As if sensing this, Carter carefully withdrew as Miles gently guided me down to the mattress. I lay there, dazed and floating in the afterglow, as Carter disappeared into the bathroom.

Miles stretched out beside me, one hand tracing lazy patterns on my back. “You good?”

I managed a nod, too wrung out for words. My body felt deliciously used, my mind blissfully quiet for the first time in weeks. No worries about the team, the pregnancy, the complicated web of relationships I’d found myself in. Just pure, physical satisfaction.