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Chapter 22

Pucking Together

Connor

“C risis averted.” I say, closing Keene’s bedroom door behind my back.

Bex and Jamie are sitting side by side on the couch. She’s changed into a short denim skirt and a pale pink tank top, and she looks effortlessly hot. Their outer thighs are touching and I can’t help but envy the familiarity between them. I used to be like that with Fiona. The way you touch someone you’ve fucked is different. Intimate, that’s the word I’m looking for. I miss having that with someone. But I’m too scared to get betrayed again.

“Connor.” Bex’s hand is resting below her collarbone, as if she were trying to get her heartbeat to slow down. “Thank you so much for saving me and Lady M.”

I rub the back of my neck, embarrassed by how much I like the way she’s looking at me. “No problem. We need to be more careful with doors. We’ll have to tell Keene.”

Her gaze darkens at the mention of our roommate; her eyes narrow and her lips thin in a displeased line. “Right. That’s assuming he didn’t let his murderous cat into my room on purpose. He made it clear that he hates me being here.”

My embarrassment skyrockets at the thought that she must know that I was against letting her move in, too. I’m still not entirely sold on having an attractive woman as a roommate. Especially since Jamie has already staked his claim on her. And with his track record with women, if he fucks this up, things are going to get even more awkward than they already are.

Another reason why I’m not ecstatic that Bex is here is that I can’t take my eyes off of her. That was a problem before, when she was just my team captain’s sister. Now that she’s also my roommate’s girl? I really need to stay away from her as much as I can.

“The game’s about to start,” Jamie says, turning the TV on with the remote. “How about we eat and watch the first period? Connor is here to help me with some homework, but that can wait until after we eat.”

Bex agrees, opening one of the two pizza boxes. “Yes, let’s eat. I’m famished. Connor, do you want a slice of pepperoni or chicken and bacon?”

I eye the recliner next to the couch with the intention to go sit there with my plate. “I’ll take one of each, please. But you don’t have to make me a plate.”

“It’s no problem,” she smiles. “I was already taking some for myself.”

I accept the plate she offers me and move to go sit in the recliner, but she stops me. “Why don’t you sit on the couch with us? You can’t really see the TV that well from the chair. There’s enough room for all of us here.”

She’s right. And I was looking forward to watching the game.

“Sure. Do you follow the NHL?” I ask, lowering myself on her other side, so that she’s sitting between me and Jamie.

Bex giggles, rolling her eyes. “As if my brother wouldn’t have made a hockey fan out of me. Besides, hockey players are hot and we both had crushes on our favorite players.”

“Really?” Jamie chuckles. “And tell me, who are your current crushes?”

He doesn’t sound jealous, like a lot of boyfriends would be.

Bex doesn’t look like she needs to think about the answer. “Luca Leighton Rossi is a total babe.” She gushes. “But I also love Cash Hanbury. He’s so big, and he looks so intimidating in his crease. But not in a scary way. He’s like one of those ancient warriors.”

“That’s fitting,” Jamie agrees. “Since he plays for the Bridgeport Warriors.”

“I also love Blaze Dunn. He’s so fierce, and he’s gorgeous.”

Jamie smirks at his girlfriend. “Really? Did you know that Luke, Connor, and I used to play with them?”

“Well fuck,” I snort. “That’s a little bit of a stretch. We were freshmen the last year they played college hockey. We were their third, if not fourth strings. There was no chance Coach would have ever put one of us in their same line.”

Jamie agrees, his tone amenable. “True. But we scrimmaged with them. And Luca and I puked in the same trash can that time Coach bag skated us. Remember?”

“How could I forget?” I wince. “But let’s not talk about puking while we eat dinner.”

The game begins and we eat in silence for the first part of first period.

Each team fights for puck possession and both defenses are blocking every attempt of the opponents to get even close to their goals.

But in hockey, things can change on a dime.

One of Washington’s defensemen smashes Luca Leighton Rossi against the boards after an open ice hit.

Blaze Dunn, the team’s enforcer, drops his gloves and yanks the opponent off of his teammate by the back of his jersey.

Fists fly and referees and teammates intervene to separate the two fighters.

“Oh.” Bex is watching the action with her hands cupped over her mouth.

On TV, the Jumbotron moves away from the ice rink for a second to show a gorgeous blonde woman watching the fight with Bex’s same body language.

“That’s Lakyn Woods.” Jamie says. “Or I should say Princess Lakyn Rossi now that they’re married. Do you remember the stir they caused when they were here and Lakyn was dating all three of Bex’s crushes?”

The question is directed at me. “Yeah. Didn’t she marry all three of them?”

Jamie nods. “Yeah. The King of Montebello, Luca’s father, changed the law to allow it. I think it’s cool. Love is love and, as long as it’s between consenting adults, the law should protect any kind of family.”

I don’t disagree with the sentiment, but I can’t help but expressing my doubts. “Yeah. But I don’t know if I could ever share my woman like that.”

Jamie shrugs, looking at his girlfriend for a brief moment. “I don’t know. With the right people, I think something like they have could work. As long as there are no favorites, I don’t see any reason to be jealous. It could even be fun if they like to share.”

I haven’t really ever given something like that much thought. “Yeah, I guess. If they all agree to share, there’s no cheating. Cheating fucking sucks.”

My teammate nods. “I agree. If you can’t be faithful, don’t be in a relationship. Stay single and have as much fun as you want without hurting anyone.”

I’m sure he’s speaking from personal experience.

Bex has been listening to our conversation, looking from me to Jamie.

“What do you think, Bex?” I ask.

She looks like she’s giving her answer some thought. “I could never cheat. How can you do that to someone you love? If I fell for three awesome men the way Lakyn Woods has, though? I would just embrace it and feel like the luckiest woman in the world.”

“Well said, baby.” Jamie pulls her into his arms and touches her lips with his.

It starts like a little affectionate peck, but Bex surrounds his neck with her arms and deepens the kiss.

He groans, pulling her onto his lap.

Before I know it, my two roommates are full on making out right next to me.

I try to concentrate on the game on TV, but my eyes keep going to them.

Jamie palms her ass and she shifts on his lap, straddling him.

Fuck. It’s impossible to keep my eyes on the screen when the show in the room is way more interesting.

The problems begin when my body starts taking real notice of Bex’s little moans. And when I say my body, I really mean my cock.

I’m so hard in my pants that there’s no way to hide it, unless I can grab a pillow and put it on my lap. That would probably be a clear giveaway, but then again, I don’t think those two are paying much attention to me, anyway.

Jamie’s lips are descending the column of her neck, and by the noises Bex is making, I think that’s a particularly sensitive spot for her.

When his hand brushes over Bex’s shoulder, lowering the strap of her tank top and exposing the swell of her chest, I think that’s my cue to leave.

“I just remembered that I left something in my locker at the arena.” I say, rising from my spot on the couch. Maybe I can go to the Gamma house, or just anywhere that isn’t here.

I expect them to keep going without even noticing that I’m gone, but Jamie stops in his tracks.

“Or,” he says, lowering the thin fabric of the tank top just another inch. “You could help me take off Bex’s skirt. I bought her some pale pink lace panties that will look fantastic on her. Let’s see if she decided to show them off tonight.”

Sweet Baby Jesus.

Just the mental image of pink lace on Bex’s toned ass is enough to make my cock throb with need.

“What—” I can’t keep my eyes off of that tank top that’s been lowered almost to the point of revealing Bex’s nipples. “What the fuck has gotten into you? If you want me to leave, just say so.”

The corners of Jamie’s lips quirk up in the hint of a smile. “I don’t want you to leave. I’m asking you to join us. I think that would be fun, and so does Bex. Right, baby?”

Bex turns around on Jamie’s lap, her teeth scraping on her bottom lip as her gaze meets mine. “Connor, please don’t go.”

I must be out of my fucking mind because rather than running out of here, my feet carry me back to the couch and I kneel in front of Bex.

Her lips are a little red and swollen by Jamie’s kisses. Her hands come to cup my face, pulling me to her.

Jamie is now behind her, peppering open-mouthed kisses all over the back of her neck.

She’s so beautiful and when she started dating Jamie, I thought the attraction I felt between us must have been just one-sided.

The tips of our noses touch and I… I dip my head, tracing the edge of her delicate jaw with my lips and kissing her neck the same way Jamie did a few moments ago.

She offers me the same moans she had for him, confirming that she likes being kissed like this.

“Connor.” she says, and her soft voice goes straight to my cock.

I think she wanted me to kiss her lips, but… I can’t.

This is a hookup, I know this much. For some reason, I can’t bear the thought of kissing Bex the same way Jamie did. It’s too intimate.

If after this moment of foolishness has passed, she wanted to go back to being just roommates—and she has a boyfriend, so I don’t see this being otherwise—I wouldn’t be able to do it.

Other things are fine. I can fuck her. I can get her off in any way she wants. I’m dying to hear her moan my name again. But if I kiss her, my heart is going to take notice, and it’s too fragile to take that risk right now.

“Come here, beautiful.” I murmur, finishing Jamie’s handiwork and lowering her tank top all the way down to her waist. “You have the most perfect, most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen.”

Jamie cups them from behind, offering them to me. “I agree. She’s perfect. Why don’t you kiss her?”

Again, I lower my head and swirl my tongue around the tip of her pebbled nipple.

That gets me another one of those sexy little moans and I close my lips over the stiff, sensitive peak.

“Oh my God.” She closes her eyes, leaning against Jamie’s chest as I suck on her nipple and then graze it gently with my teeth.

Bex

Being sandwiched between Jamie and Connor feels better than I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams.

My skin feels hot and sensitive in the best way as Jamie pops the button of my skirt from behind me, while Connor laves my tits with attention.

I arch my back to help Jamie slide the denim skirt down my hips, with the result of giving Connor better access to my breasts; if this isn’t a win-win, I don’t know what is.

“I knew it.” Jamie chuckles in my ear. “Those pink panties look so hot on you, they should be illegal. What do you think, Connor?”

He lifts his head from my chest, his green eyes skimming down my stomach and landing on the scrap of pink lace between my legs.

My clit throbs under the heat of his gaze.

“They look unreal. Sexy and a little innocent, and they’re small enough to give you just a hint of how beautiful and perfect Bex is underneath.”

Jamie smiles. I can’t see it, but I feel it in his voice. “Who would have thought that you’d be so good with words? But I think you nailed it. Do you know how those panties could look even better?”

Connor and I ask at the same time. “How?”

“If they were on the floor. Let’s take them off. Do you want to do the honors, Con?”

Connor’s eyes come back up to look into mine. “This ok with you, Bex?”

I nod because I don’t trust my voice not to tremble if I try to speak.

As Connor takes off my panties, Jamie helps me take off the tank top that’s still bunched around my waist.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Connor bites out.

That’s exactly the way they make me feel. I feel beautiful, wanted, safe.

“Guys?” I tease with what I hope it’s a seductive smile. “You did a great job undressing me. Don’t you think you two are a little overdressed for the occasion?”

They don’t make me say it twice. They shed their clothes as fast as they dart from one end of the arena to the other on their skates.

“You look so good, I want to kiss every inch of your body,” Connor says.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I encourage him, feeling more confident than ever before. “Kiss me, Connor.”

And he does. But not on the lips; or at least not on the lips I was expecting.

Connor slides further down on the couch and lowers his face between my legs.

The first swipe of his tongue along the bare skin of my slit makes me forget everything about why I wanted him to kiss me on the lips.

“That looks so fucking hot,” Jamie says from behind me, playing with my tits as I’m splayed with my back against his front. “Doesn’t she have the most delicious tasting pussy in the world?”

Connor answers Jamie’s question with a hum of agreement that vibrates against my clit, taking my breath away.

“She’s fucking perfect.” He says, giving me an open-mouthed kiss that makes me see stars.

He torments me with his mouth, licking and sucking on my clit, pressing his mouth to me so that I feel a hint of his teeth. It’s not enough to cause pain, but it just pushes me closer and closer to bursting point.

This feels different from when Jamie ate me out, a little wilder, dirtier, but just as mind blowing.

“Oh fuck.” I cry out as I shatter into a million pieces.

He keeps eating me and nuzzling me noisily until I get too sensitive and squirm away from him. The whole time, Jamie has been exploring my mouth with hot, passionate kisses of his own.

My body is still tingling from the earth shattering orgasm Connor just gave me, but I’m oddly satisfied and yet still full of pent-up desire.

I think the hard-on pressing against my tailbone and the one that’s straining Connor’s pants in front of me might be responsible for the fact that I want more.

“That was amazing.” I say, turning in Jamie’s arms so that I can look at both the handsome naked men on the couch. “But what about you two?”

Connor’s eyes are scorching hot with lust when he meets my gaze, but he’s still holding back. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, beautiful.”

Jamie smiles. “What do you want, baby? You name it, and it’s yours.”

“I want to make you come too. Both of you.”

My boyfriend looks at his teammate. “What do you say, Con?”

“Yeah. What he just said. Anything you want.”

I talk a big game, but aside from the limited experience with my high school boyfriend and the disastrous night with Kurt, the past couple of weeks in Jamie’s bed are all I know.

When it comes to being with two guys, I’m a little out of my depth.

“I want you both.” It’s all I say, looking at Jamie.

He understood my predicament and takes the lead. “Let’s begin with protection.” He opens the small drawer in the coffee table and takes out two condoms. “Catch.” He separates the two attached foil packets and throws one to his teammate, opening and rolling one over his own erection.

Connor holds the condom packet between two fingers, his eyes fixed on me. “How do you want to do this? I guess we’re taking turns?”

I think about it, but then I realize that Connor has gone out of his way not to kiss me on the lips tonight.

He obviously wants me, but something is holding him back.

Call me crazy, but if he wants to use that condom, he has to kiss me first.

But I want him to want it, or I wouldn’t feel good about it.

“Or Jamie could fuck me and you could have my mouth.” I say. “So neither of you has to wait.”

He went down on me, so it’s only fair that I return the favor.

“What do you say?” the question is directed to both of them.

“Fuck, yeah.” Jamie’s lips drop to my shoulder. “Can I go behind you, baby?”

“Hmm.” I nod.

When he grazes me with his teeth, I moan.

There’s something hot and deliciously dirty in looking into Connor’s green eyes while Jamie grabs my hips and kneels behind me on the couch.

I keep eye contact with the tall, blond defenseman, as my boyfriend lines himself up and enters me.

“Connor, she’s so fucking wet for us.” Jamie groans softly, teasing my ear lobe his teeth.

Connor’s cock is long and thick, jutting out in front of me, and I’m dying to touch it.

“May I?”

I wait for him to nod before closing my fingers around the base and feeling my way up to the velvety skin of his tip.

Connor lets out a string of curses, cupping my face with his hands.

Just when I think he might be about to kiss me, he stands up on the couch so that his cock is lined up with my mouth.

I lick my lips, then my tongue darts out for a taste.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” That’s when Jamie begins moving and, as the thrust of his hips propels me forward, I open to take Connor into my mouth.

This is the most intense experience of my life.

My eyes are locked into Connor’s green ones as I lick and suck his cock, keeping my balance by holding onto his trim hips.

Jamie increases his pace behind me, and my body reacts by clenching around his thick, hard shaft.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Connor grunts, collecting my hair in his hands and holding it loosely on the top of my head.

His grip, combined with the way Jamie’s movements jostle me up and down Connor’s shaft in a bobbing motion, causes a light pull on my hair.

It doesn’t hurt. My scalp tingles and a wave of pleasure travels from the roots of my hair to my clit.

The moan that leaves my mouth is a warning that I’m so close to another orgasm that I could literally taste it.

“Fuck, baby,” Jamie sounds almost pained behind me. “Are you close? You’re squeezed me so good that I’m about to blow my load.”

I moan again, to signal that I’m so, so close.

“I’m gonna come.” Jamie plunges into me to the hilt, and as I feel his shaft pulsing inside me, his fingers come around my hips and find my clit, stroking it roughly.

That’s my undoing.

My body trembles with searing hot pleasure and I take Connor as deep as I can to the back of my throat.

“Oh, shit.” He bites out, his jaw tight, his eyes two dark emeralds.

The first salty spurt hits my tongue and I swallow it down, licking and sucking until I get every last drop.

None of us moves for a long moment once we all come down from our highs.

We’re all covered in a thin sheen of sweat and the room smells like sex.

“That was… fuck.” Jamie chuckles, pulling me in for a soft, slow kiss.

Connor agrees. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my entire life.” He leans down, brushing my temple with his lips. “The game is over, though. We should open a window in here and take a shower before Keene comes home and walks in on us.”

I can only imagine what Keene would say if he found us like this.

Jamie stands up, offering his hand to help me off the couch.

I’m grateful because right now I doubt my legs would support my weight.

“Yeah, let’s go shower. Connor, do you want to join us?”

“No, thanks.” Connor chuckles. “These showers are a tight squeeze for two people. I don’t think they could take the three of us.”

My boyfriend shrugs.

“Suit yourself. See you here in a few? We’ve barely eaten any of the pizza and now I’m fucking starving.”

“Me too.” I agree.

Connor’s eyes meet mine again. The pad of his thumb drags over my bottom lip. “See you guys once we’re all presentable again.”

I watch his perfect hockey ass as he walks into his room.

Mine and Jamie’s plan didn’t work and I’m none the wiser about who was behind mask number six.

I guess I’ll have to try harder to get Connor to kiss me. But as far as tonight’s concerned? I don’t regret one thing.