Page 152 of Pucking Around

The butter dish goes rattling down as I reach for her with both hands. Cupping her face, I pull her to me, sealing our mouths with a hungry kiss. She gasps against me, her lips parting. Then her hands come up, gripping to my elbows as she kisses me back.

My entire body lights up, loving the feel of having her in my arms. She’s so yielding, brazenly kissing me back in front of Mars. My hands brush across her shoulders, down her sides, to her waist, as I pull her to me.

She comes willingly, her soapy hands dragging through my hair before they drop between us, pressing against my chest. We break our kiss, foreheads pressed together, and she lets out a soft laugh. Her wet hands are splayed across my ratty Minnesota Hockey t-shirt.

“Look who finally decided to come out of his shell,” she teases. “Hey, baby.” She cups my cheek, tilting her head back to look at me. “Wanna help him finish up the dishes?” She glances over her shoulder at Mars.

He’s standing there, arms crossed over his barrel chest, his sporty man bun, blond beard, and fierce cheekbones giving him that GQ Viking look. He glares at me, tugging the dish towel off his shoulder and tossing it down. “Say what you need to say, Sanford.”

I turn my gaze back to Rachel, brushing my thumb along her soft cheek. “I want to fuck you, Hurricane. Right here. Right now. And I want him to watch.”

She sucks in a breath, eyes wide. “Cay—”

“We can’t move forward until we all know he can handle sharing. And currently he’s not sure,” I say, pointing over her shoulder at him. I lift my gaze to look at him. “Are you?”

She turns in my arms to look up at him with those pretty brown eyes. “Mars?”

A muscle in his jaw twitches as he stares at me. I don’t dare adjust my hold on her. If my touching her is enough to coil him like a spring, what will my fucking her in front of him do? We have to know.

And screw Jake and our stupid coin toss last night. He’s much more valuable than me. We’re not going to open this door only to have Mars barrel through it and knock Jake’s lights out. If someone has to take the hit, it’s going to be me. My defenseman deserves to have someone put him first for once.

“Tell her the truth, Mars,” I say.

All three of us already know it.

“No,” he admits, letting out a low breath. “I’m not sure. Sanford, I need you to take your hands off her.” He says it so damn politely, but his meaning is clear. He wants to rip my fucking head off.

“Mars,” she whispers, going tense in my arms.

“Easy, Hurricane.” I brush both hands down her arms. “He’s not going to do anything to me, and we’re not going to stop. We’ll call this exposure therapy. It’s one thing for Mars to say he wants you. But he doesn’t get to take you away from us. And he doesn’t get a nice, sterile version of our life where the only one who touches you in his presence is him.”

As I speak, I skate my hands over her shoulders and around to cup her breasts. She arches slightly into me, her body responding to the heat of Mars’ gaze and the teasing of my hands. Fuck, our girl loves to be shared. Loves to be watched. She’s insatiable. Is he willing to set his damn pride aside and help me? Or is this over for him before it begins?

“You love it when we fuck, don’t you Hurricane?” I whisper, one hand trailing down her front to slip inside her leggings. “You’re always so wet for us. Such a good girl. This perfect pussy is so smooth. Should we show him?” I tease, nipping her earlobe.

When she just whimpers, I jerk her leggings down enough to expose her bare pussy. Then I give it a slap that has her gasping, her ass pressing against me.

“Cay—” She closes her eyes, tipping her head back against my shoulder.

I lift a hand to her jaw and hold her tight. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. You look right at Mars. You let him know when I do something you like.”

Two feet away, Mars stands there, horrified and mesmerized in one, his lips parted as he watches my hand slip under her t-shirt to cup her bare breast. Meanwhile, the fingers of my right hand are parting her pussy lips, letting my middle finger glide through her wetness.

“She’s tight, isn’t she, Mars?” I tease as she squirms in my hold. “Her cunt is heaven. Have you had her ass yet? You strike me as an ass man—”

“Stop talking” he growls.

“No.”

Fuck, I’m totally getting punched in the face. It’s worth it to feel her pressed against me. I shove two fingers in her, and she winces. I drop my hand away immediately as Mars take a protective step closer, his gaze a blue-eyed inferno.

“Jake was right,” I tease, letting my finger circle her wet clit. “Mars wore your pussy out last night, didn’t he, Hurricane?”

She just sighs in my hold, letting me tease her clit.

“Did he take your ass too, baby?Tell me,” I growl, my free hand wrapping around her throat. That has Mars tensing, his muscles tight across his shoulders.

“Yes,” she whispers, breathless as I work her over.