Page 63 of The Substitute (New York Gods #4)

FIFTY-THREE

TOBI

My phone buzzes against my leg, and since I’m expecting a message from Savage or Ambrose, I pick it up.

Teddy: Brosy left earl-ly wuts up w that

What? I need someone to teach Teddy to text asap.

Tobi: What do you mean?

Teddy:

That could not have been less helpful!

Tobi: Can you please use real words?

Teddy: I secretly txt u frm bench on out.

Teddy: tween ?

Teddy: trust no 1

Teddy: warned

Rhys has got to find a way to block those conspiracy theory websites.

My phone buzzes, and this time, it’s Rhys.

Rhys: We are on some kind of weird time out because Ambrose collapsed. (They don’t know why) and then Savage followed him out.

What the fuck is happening?!

Tobi: What?! Why?

Rhys: I don’t know

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

Rhys: Because they are step-brothers is what they are telling us. But I don’t buy it.

Tobi: Were your teams fighting again?

Teddy: 411

Teddy: 4 real right now

I consider blocking Teddy.

Rhys: No.

Rhys: We are getting back on the ice. I’ll text you after.

Fear swirls in my gut and the urge to move is too strong to ignore. Shoving my feet in my shoes and grabbing the first hoodie I come across, I’m out the door and headed to the arena while sending out texts to both of them.

My lungs burn as I run. My body isn’t used to it, and in moments like this, I’m acutely aware of how out of shape I am. If I worked out more, I would be faster, and I could get to them quicker.

I don’t know where I’m going, not really, but I find an open door and push my way through it. Hallways. Great. I have no idea where I’m going.

Checking my phone, there are no new messages, and that just makes me panic more. I know they are playing, but it doesn’t matter. I need someone to tell me what’s going on.

I finally see a staff member and somehow convince them to direct me toward a locker room. I don’t even know which one, but it doesn’t matter.

With my heart pounding in my throat, I start opening every door I come to. Most are locked, but I finally get one that opens.

I don’t see anyone in the locker room so I venture further into the trainer’s area, hoping someone has some damn answers.

“Ambrose? Savage?” I call, opening a door, but I stop short when I realize what I’m seeing.

Ambrose jumps back, cock out, with Savage on his knees, head snapped toward me. Guilt coats the room like a fog, and I step forward to let the door latch behind me.

Oh, sweet mother of fuck.

Ambrose is panting, clearly upset about something, with eyes too wide and splotchy cheeks like he’s been crying.

I’m afraid to move. Everything in me is fighting against itself.

Check on them. Leave and let them work this out.

Stay and watch. Join in. Seriously, ask if they’re okay?

! Because the last thing I was expecting to find was them sucking each other off.

My brain tires to reject it, but since Ambrose is naked from the waist down and Savage has swollen lips, there really is nothing else that could have been going on.

“Tobi...” Ambrose’s voice breaks, and I rush forward. I can’t stand here and do nothing while he’s hurting. It doesn’t matter what the hurt is. “I’m...I’m so…sorry.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. It probably makes me look like I’ve lost the plot, but what else can I do when everything I’ve been fantasizing about has come true?

They freeze.

Savage looks like he’s about to stop breathing. “I didn’t mean for it to—”

“No, no!” I shake my head and catch Ambrose when he collapses to his knees, bringing his face to my stomach. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s okay.”

Savage shifts, and I reach for him, too, bringing him to me. With both of them still in hockey stuff, they’re so much bigger than usual, but I make it work, running my hands through their sweaty hair.

“I’m not mad.” I hold Savage’s gaze as I say the words. “I’m not. I promise.”

“We should have talked to you before anything happened,” Savage says, clenching his jaw. “I’m so sorry.”

Holding the back of his head, I bend down to kiss him. I’m more aggressive than I ever have been, but I think he needs it, needs to see proof that I’m not just sinking into myself.

“This is okay. I was hoping you guys would work something out so it wasn’t just you two sharing me.” I lift Ambrose’s face to me, too, kissing him just as hard. “I’m not upset.”

“But we cheated on you,” Ambrose grits out, clearly fighting with himself.

“You didn’t. Listen very carefully.” I look at both of them to make sure they’re paying attention.

“Just like it’s okay for me to be with either of you alone, you two are allowed to have alone time, too.

You’re allowed to touch each other whenever you want.

In fact, I insist on it. I might actually get some sleep once in a while if you do! ”

“You’re really okay with it?” Savage asks, scrutinizing me. “We don’t ever want you to feel left out or less important.”

“I’m really okay with it. Just like I have relationships with you separately, you guys need that, too.” I tell him, running my hands down both of their heads to squeeze their necks. “I would never come between that.”

“But—” Ambrose interrupts.

“Really. I’m not mad. I’m so fucking happy, actually.” I smile, my chest warm and full.

“Happy?” Ambrose is confused.

“Yes!”

They exchange a look.

“This doesn’t mean all our shit is worked out and we won’t fight,” Ambrose warns, giving me a look.

“Fighting is half the fun,” Savage says with a grin.

I roll my eyes at Savage and reply seriously to Ambrose. “Of course it doesn’t, but it’s a step in the right direction. It means you’re starting to heal some of the hurt.” I cup his cheek and kiss his forehead.

“You’re really not mad? Not feeling some kind of replaceable way?” Ambrose asks.

“Not at all. I think you guys are starting to rub off on me.” I hug them both to me, needing them to feel it.

Savage snorts.

“What?” I look at him, confused.

“We rub off on you regularly,” Savage says, clearly happy with himself.

“And in you,” Ambrose chuckles.

“Really? Cum jokes right now?” I look between them and can’t help but laugh. These two are definitely going to keep things interesting.

“You said it, not me.” Savage holds his hands up in an ‘I’m innocent’ motion.

“I’m trying to be serious!”

“Then maybe don’t use euphemisms for jacking off?” Savage suggests.

“I’m not—”

“He’s delightful.” Ambrose cuts me off. “Really charming. I can see why you like him.”

“It’s about time you started to realize it.” Savage reaches for Ambrose’s cock and strokes it. Ambrose moans and leans heavier into me. Fuck that’s hot. “I’m not done with this.”

“It’s about to be crawling with hockey players in here.” Ambrose groans, hips flexing, and I’m rock hard just watching. “We don’t have time.”

“What? No!” I whine. “Don’t stop.”

Savage smirks at me. “We’ll continue at home.”

Ambrose puts his angry cock away and hisses before he stands. Jesus. Okay, maybe hockey stuff can be sexy. I will have to ponder that later.

We end up at Savage’s since he has the bigger bed and we’re all feeling needy tonight. They filled me in on what happened, and I definitely think we need to connect and solidify our relationships.

The door is barely closed when Ambrose is pulling his clothes off, then reaching for mine. Savage is the last one in the room, and he’s carrying a chair from the dining room.

Ambrose looks at it, then up at Savage. “I’m not sitting in the cuck chair.”

“No, you aren’t.” He turns that wicked grin on me. “Tobi is.”

“What?!” I whine. “No! Why?”

Savage sets the chair down that has a note taped to it that reads ‘If cum gets on this, you’re responsible for the cleaning bill,‘ and I have to laugh. He grabs my throat and jerks me to him for a hard kiss that instantly has me thickening.

“What the fuck do you talk about with your friends?” Ambrose asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Clearly, a lot more interesting shit than you do.” Savage rolls his eyes, then turns to me again. “You’re going to be a good baby girl and watch.”

“Why?” I pout a little.

“Because I know deep down you want to.” Savage says, and I hate that he’s right.

“But—”

Savage cuts me off. “Let us put on a show for you.”

I whimper but nod. “Fine.”

I sit down with a hurumph and cross my arms. Savage grabs Ambrose’s jaw and pulls him into a kiss. Not to be undone, Ambrose grips Savage’s hips.

They kiss and touch for a while, getting Savage naked and driving me insane with lust. I’m so hard I hurt, and I can’t keep still. My fingers are white with the grip I have on the chair to keep from stroking myself and making myself come.

Ambrose snickers. “I think he might actually spontaneously combust this time.”

“Can’t wait to see how he does when you fuck my mouth.” Savage bites Ambrose’s lip and pulls.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper.

“Actually…” Ambrose reaches for Savage’s cock, stroking over the piercings. “I have a real need to know how these feel on my tongue.”

Savage’s cocky grin is all the answer Ambrose needs to drop to his knees. Ambrose strokes Savage a few times before licking a line up the underside of his shaft. Savage groans, and his hips flex. I love watching their muscles flex as they move. It somehow makes it all more erotic.

My skin is hot and sensitive as I watch Ambrose take Savage in his mouth, both of them moaning. Savage gives Ambrose time to explore for a minute before moving, thrusting in and out of Ambrose’s mouth.

Ambrose looks up at Savage with a grin. “Don’t come. I have an idea.”

“I’m listening,” Savage pants. Ambrose stands and whispers so I can’t hear it while Savage strokes Ambrose. “Oh yeah, I’m down.” They kiss again, and I don’t know how much longer I can last over.

“Please!” I whine, shifting on the seat in an attempt to ease the ache.

“If you move from that chair before you’re told, I will tie you to it.” Savage lifts a brow at me, and I know I’m fucked.

Savage drops to his knees and inhales Ambrose’s skin, biting and licking his way toward the angry cock standing at attention. Ambrose’s eyes flutter half-closed when Savage takes him deep in his mouth.

His hand goes to Savage’s hair, and then he’s fucking into Savage’s mouth.

It’s aggressive and brutal, but Savage takes it, opening his throat to let Ambrose fully invade it.

It’s hot to see, the aggression and lust taking over until all that’s left is this primal need.

I’m so hard at this point, it’s painful.

Savage reaches between Ambrose’s legs and plays with his balls, rolling them around and tugging on them lightly. Ambrose shudders, lost in pleasure as he comes with Savage’s eyes locked on him. His orgasm rolls through him, and it’s amazingly hot to watch him succumb to it.

Savage doesn’t release him until Ambrose is sensitive and hisses.

“Your mouth is good for more than talking shit. Good to know,” Ambrose pants with a smile.

“My mouth is good for a lot of things.”

“Like what else?” Ambrose says only half-heartedly.

“You haven’t had my tongue in your ass yet.” Savage winks, then kisses him softly. They have another whispered conversation, and Ambrose nods.

“Tobi—” Savage doesn’t have to say more.

I jump from the chair and launch myself at him. “Please fucking touch me.”

He chuckles and catches me. He carries me back to the chair but sits down on it this time with me in his lap.

“He’s going to make sure you’re ready for me,” Savage says, biting my neck and across my collar bones.

“You’re so hard already, and I’ve barely touched you,” Ambrose whispers next to my ear. “Can you feel how much he wants you?”

“Yes,” I whimper and shift, trying to get him to touch me again. “I like being the center of his attention while I’m yours.”

Ambrose grabs my chin and turns my face to kiss me again, finally wrapping his hand around my cock and stroking. My hips buck, chasing the sensation and wanting more.

The lube bottle cap pops open, and wet fingers trail down my crease. Warm fingers spread the lube around and push against my hole. Since I’m with them all the time now, it won’t take much.

Ambrose pushes two fingers in, adds more lube, then slips a third one in. I gasp, dropping my head back onto Ambrose’s shoulder and pushing back on his hand. I want more, so much more. I can feel Savage’s piercings dragging against my shaft while Ambrose’s fingers stretch me.

“Please,” I whine, riding both sensations with no shame.

“Open those eyes, baby girl.” Savage’s lust-heavy tone has my head turning. “Let me see what he does to you.”

“I wish you could see yourself the way I do right now.” Ambrose’s voice is throaty and low, and I feel what he means.

Ambrose grins against my skin, and he pulls his fingers out of me. “Turn around.”

Ambrose lifts me and turns me around before putting me back on Savage’s lap. He takes Savage’s cock and coats it with lube, kissing him over me. It’s so fucking perfect.

“Lean back, baby,” Savage tells me, and Ambrose arranges him at my hole.

I quickly take all of him in one smooth move.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so warm.” Savage bites my neck. “Feet on my knees, lean back, and ride me.” He scoots down to give me a better angle, and I do what he told me.

I find a rhythm and fuck myself on him, lifting my hips and slamming back down while his hands roam over me and turn me on more.

“Ambrose,” Savage pants. “Do it, I’m not going to last.”

I’m so wrapped up in the pleasure building in my body, lost to sensations, that I don’t see him move.

When hot, wet suction engulfs me, I cry out.

Ambrose takes me all the way into his mouth and doesn’t give me even a second to catch up.

My hand tangles in Ambrose’s hair, so far past desperate I can’t see straight.

I know I’m babbling, begging, the same word over and over: “Please.”

But I don’t care about anything but my orgasm. They have me so close.

“Let go, baby girl. Come for us.”

Like a switch is flipped, I detonate and fill Ambrose’s mouth with cum while a full body orgasm rocks my body. I black out and stop breathing long enough to suck in a gasp when my head is reminded it needs air. The pleasure rolls through me in overwhelming waves, and I’m lost to it in the best way.

“Kiss me,” Savage orders. “Give me his cum.”

I’m weak, wrecked in the best way, but manage to open my eyes to watch Ambrose kiss Savage and give him what he asked for. Savage groans and thrusts up into me, pulsing and throbbing while he fills me.