Page 41 of Power Play (Titans Hockey #2)

Chapter thirty-eight

Lacey

" S o, Jonesy, how do you feel about sharing your wife?"

Those words have my thighs clenching together, hard. Do I want to be shared? Do I want to be a plaything they talk about like I'm not even here?

Yes. The. Fuck. I. Do.

But this is the first big test. Will they share me?

I know we've been hurtling through everything with reckless abandon.

But if there's any future of us all being together and raising the babies together, they need to learn how to share, right?

Or do I have three separate relationships behind closed doors?

Can they kiss me in front of each other?

What happens if I'm with one more than the others? Will that cause jealousy issues?

No. I don't see how it could work unless they're willing to share me.

And does the mental image of Scott in my ass, Ben in my pussy and Garrett in my mouth drive me insane? Yes. Absofuckinglutely.

Scott and I played with anal the night we spent together. I'd tried it once in college, but I didn't like it. But Scott knew what he was doing, and not only did I learn I love anal, I learned that Scott's obsessed with my ass too.

We played with a lot of things I'd never experienced before. Impact play, bondage, degradation, anal. Turns out I like it all.

I never thought I'd be this way. I never thought I'd be greedy enough in bed to want something like this. But if they're all game? If they can all take part without jealousy or greed? Holy fucking shit, I want that so badly.

I want to be greedy. I want to be selfish. It's a high I've never experienced and adds another layer of excitement to the already simmering anticipation.

I never knew I could be so greedy.

We all pause, waiting for Garrett's answer. And partially Ben's. Because he's the one with the most to lose. I know Scott likes me and wants more. I know Garrett likes me and wants more. But Ben? Ben and I have a history. One so deeply rooted in love, there's no other way to think of it.

Scott's still looking at his phone, but he must feel my gaze on him.

"I just sent Siobhan the picture from your wedding. She'll want to make an official statement before the paparazzi think they've got a juicy story."

Yes. Of course. Garret Jones is married now. Of course it would be newsworthy. And yet it never occurred to me.

Scott shakes his phone to show me. "She's got it handled."

"And the fact that I'm pregnant in that photo? It looks like a shotgun wedding."

Scott's attention returns to his phone. "She's going to crop that part out.

" He turns to me, serious now, all thoughts of sex forgotten.

"But you'll be under a microscope now. I know we're not ready to tell the world about our pregnancy, but they'll figure it out sooner or later.

You did just marry a famous hockey player. "

My breath leaves my body on a sigh. "Our pregnancy. "

I groan. I hadn't thought of that. I'm usually so logical and careful. I plan everything. From my workouts to my nutrition to my morning routine.

To the public, I'll have to act as Garrett's wife. And when I give birth? When they find out we're living with other men? When the public finds out I'm with those other men?

I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Ben grabs me around my shoulders, trying to ground me out of my spiral. He spins me so I'm facing Scott, who doesn't hesitate to step into my space and get in my face.

Scott grabs my cheeks in an almost painful grip.

"But we don't care about all of that, right?"

"We don't?" My voice sounds small and shaky even to myself.

"No," he says with an authority and a finality that has me relaxing.

"Okay."

"We care about who gets to take that beautiful cunt first."

I hear a groan behind me, but I can't tell if it's from Ben or Garrett. I love it when Scott takes control. I'm eager to give it to him. I don't want to spiral, stress, and worry.

I'm still in a daze when Scott scans the keycard to his room, opens it, and I'm escorted inside.

"Kneel." Scott's voice has dropped an octave, and it sends a shiver through my spine.

Suddenly, my entire body exists only to obey him.

I turn towards him and drop to my knees.

I need this. I need Scott's brand of love. I need to be told what to do, so my mind can quiet.

"Open your mouth. "

So, I do.

He gathers spit in his mouth before leaning forward and letting it dribble into mine.

"Good fuck toys swallow when they're told."

I close my eyes and revel in the way my body relaxes beneath his words.

"Oh, fuck." Garrett whispers, as he covers his crotch with both hands.

"I'm not afraid to hit you, Coach," Ben growls.

My eyes shoot open and dart between the men. I don't want to be the cause of tension or anger between them. Ben looks like he's on the verge of losing control. I've never seen him so angry. His fists are clenched, his jaw is tight like he's grinding his molars.

Dread sits heavy in my stomach. This won't work.

They won't share me. Ben will never accept the kind of degradation that Scott and I enjoy.

He'll never be able to see me as anything other than his precious Lacey. My eyes fall to the floor as I try to blink back the tears that threaten. I’m so emotional these days.

Scott sighs, annoyed that he’s been pulled out of the role. "I don't do it for me. I do it for her."

I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. All I want to do is cry. Hide away in my own room and cry. This is a disaster. I thought we could do this. But I was wrong.

Crying on my wedding night. Doesn't that just fit? To think I could have it all, only for it to be taken away from me again.

After a beat of tense silence, he continues.

"Do you know why I call her my fuck toy? My slut?" He grinds out, holding my face in his hand, forcing my face up to look at him .

Silence follows.

"Because nobody cares about fuck toys. Fuck toys don't have jobs to worry about. Or shitty sisters. Or shitty parents."

Yes. Absolutely this. Yes. I've never put words to why I love Scott's degradation before. But he's one thousand percent right. I love being his slut. His fuck toy. Of being nothing but a vessel which he uses to get off.

But I glance at Ben and Garrett. Garrett's eyes are hooded and turned all the way on. Ben still seems wary. But he looks into my eyes and sees something.

I look to Ben. I can see this being an issue for him. He loves me. He worships me. I can totally see how someone else disrespecting me could be an issue.

But he stares at me. And at Scott. I shoot him a pleading glance. ' Please let us have this. '

"I understand if you can't..." I whisper, my voice full of pain and longing.

Ben steps forward. His hands have unclenched, but his face is still clouded. "For you, I'll try."

Instead of waiting, Scott scoops me up and carries me to the bed, tossing me on it roughly.

The boys follow, and suddenly I'm surrounded by three hot, heavy, horny hockey players. And they're all looking at me with varying degrees of hunger.

A shiver works its way up my spine in anticipation.

In a second, they pounce, pulling my shirts, pants, bra and panties off me while I squirm and giggle. Their calloused hands grazing my sensitive skin .

Scott lies on the mattress next to me, pulling me up by my hips and tossing me over his face. I fall forward, bracing myself on my hands as my knees hit the mattress on either side of Scott's face.

A sharp slap to my ass has me jumping. "Ride me, darling. Fuck my face until I drown."

"Scott!" I squeal in surprise, pulling my hips away from him.

Another sharp slap has heat flooding to my core. "Shut it, woman, and ride me." He must lift his head because his warm, wet tongue pierces my entrance, fucking me with abandon, as he pulls my hips roughly down.

He pulls away just enough to bark a few commands into my core. "Ski. Mouth. Jones. Tits."

Ben holds my hand gently in his large hand, staring into my eyes lovingly as Scott sucks on my clit. My eyes roll back, and I moan before Ben brings his mouth to mine, swallowing my cries.

Scott's large hands come up around my thighs and hold my hard belly. It's such a tender contrast to the absolute filth his mouth is doing to me. Dirty and sweet. Lewd and soft.

I don't know where to put my hands. They frantically seek out warm skin, hair, muscles, faces. Scott's, Ben's, Garrett's, I don't even know.

Just as I'm sinking into the bodily bliss that is Scott's tongue on my pussy and Ben making love to my mouth, Garrett grips one breast in his hand, a warm, wet mouth circling the other nipple. My body bows backward, a flood of pleasure overwhelming my entire body.

I cry out, gasping for air as fire threads through my veins and my cells vibrate with cosmic energy .

I'm still gasping, my brain blessedly quiet as my body rearranges the constellations it's become, and I'm vaguely aware of movement around me.

The boys are talking, but it's quiet, deep, and I can't make out what they're saying.

"... can't get any more pregnant..." slinks its way through my blissed-out haze.

"What?" I ask, pressing myself up to look at the men around me.

Scott grabs my face in his hand and brings my gaze to his. "Jonesy's clean. We're all clean. And you can't get any more pregnant. So, we're going to take you raw tonight, my perfect pretty fuck toy. And you're going to take our cum like a good girl."

I bite my lip and nod.

"You had my medical records pulled?" Garrett says, his voice deathly level. That's not Garrett. He's either teasing, provoking, or tender. But cold? Flat? My fight-or-flight is instantly on alert. My good buzzing from an incredible orgasm gone.

I look at Garrett. He's as still as a statue, staring at Scott like he was standing on his mother's grave.

Oh no. Something else has happened. I'm confused, though, so I just look at Scott.

He's unapologetically looking at Garrett.