Sam began grinding his ass harder against King’s hard-on in response, while Jane cupped Sam’s cheek and kissed him. King watched their tongues licking into each other’s mouths as he kissed Sam’s neck. He bit Sam’s earlobe and Sam moaned into Jane’s mouth.
“Fuck, this is hotter than I thought it would be,” King said, holding tight to Sam’s hips as he ground against that firm ass. “I really am going to come.”
“Me, too,” Jane said, moaning. “Sam’s got his hand down my pants.”
“Tell me,” King said, looking over Sam’s shoulder. “What’s he doing?”
“He’s got his finger inside me,” Jane said breathlessly. “I’m not going to last. Oh my God.” She moaned again. “Are you sure no one can see us?”
“It’s fine,” Sam told her. “No one can see. You said whatever I wanted. I want to feel you come.” He pushed Jane away, just far enough that he could keep his hand down her undone jeans and both he and King could see it. He leaned back into King, and King ran his hand down Sam’s bare chest to cup his hard cock through his jeans. Sam thrust into his hand.
“Want me to take care of that?” King asked, biting Sam’s shoulder. He wanted to jack Sam off so fucking bad, right there in the middle of the hot, sweaty, grinding crowd.
“Do it,” Sam said roughly. King didn’t give him time to change his mind. While Sam watched his hand moving against Jane’s crotch, King undid Sam’s jeans and shoved his hand into Sam’s boxer briefs, then wrapped his hand tightly around Sam’s cock and jacked him slowly. Sam groaned and shivered in King’s arms. Jane stood there, biting her lip as she stared at Sam’s crotch, her hips thrusting against Sam’s hand in time to King’s strokes, her hands still resting on Sam’s hard stomach.
“Show me,” Sam told her breathlessly. King could see Jane’s fingers digging into Sam’s stomach as her hips moved harder and faster. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes fluttered closed.
“Fuck, dirty girl, you showing all the guys here how hot you are?” Sam asked roughly. “Is that what you’re doing?”
“I know I shouldn’t,” she said, cupping her breasts and squeezing them. “But I’m a dirty girl, aren’t I?” She gave him a satisfied smile and then she gasped.
“Dirty girls get more fingers,” Sam said. He gasped as King ran his thumb over his slit.
“Dirty boys get jacked off,” King told him. “You just keep rubbing that fine ass on my dick, Sammy, and we’re all going to come.”
“Hell, yeah,” Sam said breathlessly. They’d all stopped paying attention to the music ages ago. Sam yanked Jane close with a hand wrapped around the back of her neck and kissed her hard and rough. She rode his hand, her crotch and Sam’s hand pressing up against King’s fist as he jacked Sam off. Jane came, Sam catching her cry in his mouth as she continued to ride his hand, gasping and moaning. Sam broke the kiss with a gasp. “I’m going to come,” he said.
“This is crazy,” Jane said breathlessly.
“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Sam said, holding Jane tightly against him with both arms wrapped around her, his forehead resting on her shoulder.
“Kiss me, King,” Jane said breathlessly. “Kiss me while Sam comes for us.”
“Shit,” Sam said, and before their lips met he was coming, his cock jerking in King’s fist, his come hot and sticky all over his hand. King kissed Jane, lost in the heat of her and Sam.
“King,” Sam whispered. “I want to get you off.” He rubbed his ass against King’s dick and King pulled Sam tight against him, grinding, kissing Jane.
“Shit,” he breathed out against her mouth. “Not here.” He forced himself to step away from Sam. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly. “Sorry. I just…later, okay?” Something had disturbed him, something in the background. He glanced uneasily over his shoulder.
“That was intense and insane,” Jane said with a disbelieving laugh. “I’ve never been into public sex before. You two make me do crazy things.” She put her fingers over Sam’s mouth to silence him. “I’m not complaining,” she told him. “Just expressing astonishment.”
Sam pulled her hand away. “You can’t be more astonished than I am,” he said, laughing. “I just let King jack me off in a room full of other football players. I think we’ve all gone a little crazy.”
King looked around and saw Tom pressed back against the wall in the corner with Elvis. He was pretty sure Danny was actually fucking one of his women while making out with the other one, over on the couch. “Trust me when I tell you that no one noticed,” he said. He pulled his hand away from Sam’s dick, which had grown soft. He liked the feel of it like that and made plans to play with Sam’s soft dick until he was hard enough to fuck Jane. That sounded like fun. He wiped his hand off on Sam’s underwear while Sam laughed.
“I’ve got to duck into the bathroom,” Jane whispered.
“I’m coming with you,” Sam said. “I’ve got to clean up. King?”
“Not a good idea,” King said, grinning. “We’d be fucking in the bathroom. I’ll go see if Carmina is ready to leave.”
“We’re leaving?” Jane asked.
“We smell like sex and look like we just had it,” King said. “I think going home would be best.”
“For more sex, right?” Sam asked, frowning.
“Oh, yeah, brah,” King said, grinning. “Let me get your T-shirt. Jane, stay behind Sam.” Something was making him uneasy. He turned and faced the room, relieved he’d been right. No one was watching them. They were all getting busy or watching Tom and Danny. From the dining room he could hear a game of pool and friendly banter. Quickly, he grabbed Sam’s shirt. His sense that something was off was getting worse, not better. When Sam was dressed they skirted the edge of the dance floor.
King followed behind them, looking around. He saw the guy who’d grabbed Melody Ann standing in the shadows, watching Tom and Elvis. He didn’t think anything of it at first, but something made him take a second look. He saw the guy had his phone out and it looked like he was texting. Then he held it up and the flash went off several times. King changed direction and headed toward him, furious. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked loudly, reaching for the phone. The guy backed out of King’s reach.
“Too late,” he said with a laugh. “That one’s already up, just like the others. I got some great shots of you and Taylor with that slut, too. You know how much some of these online sites will pay for that shit?” He laughed again. “You guys put it out there like this and it’s going to be online. If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else.” He turned and ran for the front door. Most of the room had no idea what was going on.
Tom now stood next to King, practically vibrating with rage. King put a hand on his arm to hold him back. “Let him go,” King said, worried what the big running back might do if he caught him. The photographer looked around uneasily as he faced the room, fumbling behind him for the doorknob. As soon as he got the door open, he was gone.
Chapter 31
“He what?” Jane’s face had gone pale as King grimly told them what had happened. Sam put his arm around her, afraid she was going to faint. They were in Tom’s bedroom, a hastily convened damage-control meeting with a few of the players and Melody Ann.
“It’s okay,” Sam said, his chest tight with worry he was trying not to show. “He couldn’t see anything. King was blocking his view.”
“I don’t know, Sammy,” King said. The worry plainly written on his face had alarm bells going off for Sam. “I wasn’t paying much attention to the rest of the room. I honestly didn’t think there’d be anyone here who would do something like that. I’m an idiot.” King turned suddenly and punched the bedroom wall. No one even commented on the dent he left behind.
“I’m sorry, Jane,” Tom said, looking miserable. “It’s my fault. People showed up and I just assumed they were people I knew, that I’d given my address to, even if I didn’t remember them. I didn’t think any strangers would be here.” He looked at King and Sam. “I swear, I’l
l make it up to you.”
Carmina stepped over and put her arm around Jane, offering comfort. Jane pulled away from Sam and hugged Carmina. Sam felt her desertion like a bucket of ice water.
“We’ve got to find out who it was and where he sent the photos,” Danny said. He looked over at Melody Ann.
“I’m on it,” she said crisply. “I’ve got a few contacts. But I don’t know if there’s much I can do, guys. Some places might call for a comment before running any pictures. But there are hundreds of low-rent gossip sites that would upload it right away, before we could do anything about it. And once they do, it’s fair game for the bigger sites.” She looked over at Jane. “I’m sorry.” Without warning she punched Tom in the arm. “I wish you guys would learn to keep it in your pants. Half my job is running interference on your sexcapades.”
“Yeah, nice job with that,” Danny commented drily. “You were like ten feet away.”
“I have to go,” Jane said, pushing away from Carmina. She walked stiffly toward the bedroom door. Sam caught her arm and she yanked it away. The look she gave him was hurt and accusing. “You said it would be fine.” She sniffed and wiped her fingers under her eye. She turned her gaze to King. “You said no one would care.”
“The fact is, you’re dating a couple of Rebels,” Melody Ann said. Her expression and her voice were sympathetic but firm. “Unfortunately, their personal lives get as much attention as their professional lives. It’s not their fault, but they make good copy. And now that they’re winning, against everyone’s predictions, they’re even bigger news. You have to be prepared for that.”
“I’m not,” Jane said flatly. “I never was.” She turned and started to walk out again.
“Jane,” King pleaded. “Listen to me.”
“No,” she said, cutting him off. She looked over her shoulder. “You’re like the damn Pied Piper, leading us all into this mess. I don’t know how I let you talk me into things, but I’m not listening to you anymore. I can’t handle any of this right now. You were wrong. We did jump into a volcano, and I’m the one who’s going to get burned. Just…believe me when I tell you I’m madder at myself than I am at you. I knew better.”
Sam followed her. She turned in the hallway and glared at him. “What are you doing?” she demanded. “This is the part where I tell you I need some space.”
“And this is the part where I tell you I’m walking you to your car, whether you like it or not,” Sam said, standing his ground. “I don’t know if this guy is still out there, or if other people have showed up. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Oh,” she said, laughing a little hysterically. “Now you want to protect me?”
“I’m not the bad guy,” Sam said quietly. “I just wanted to love you.”
“I guess I’m the bad guy, then,” she said, turning away. “Because I can’t handle all the craziness that comes with that. I can’t handle what I’ve become and the mess this is going to make of my life.”
She might as well have shot him through the heart. He had trouble breathing as he watched her walk away, pushing people out of her way.
“Everything all right, mate?” Nigel asked, stopping beside him as he, too, watched Jane walk away.
“Could you make sure she gets to her car okay?” Sam asked him. “I don’t think she wants to see me right now.”
“What the hell?” Nigel asked. “You seemed pretty chummy on the dance floor.” Sam looked at him, but saw only concern.
“The shit is about to hit the fan,” Sam said, shaking his head. “Hurry, before she gets too far ahead. There was a guy here who might give her some trouble.”
“Got it,” Nigel said, hurrying after her.
He couldn’t believe how fucked-up tonight had become. Sam turned back to the war council in the bedroom. First he had to mitigate the damage from the stupid decisions they’d all made tonight. Then he’d go to Jane and do whatever it took to get her to give them another chance.
—
Jane sat there in bed, still in her pajamas, staring at her phone as if it were a live snake. She was leaning against the headboard for support. She’d avoided going online since she’d left Sam and King last night. She didn’t want to see the photos. It was only a matter of time until someone identified her. For now her phone was quiet—no messages or calls.
Not even from Sam or King.
She’d been such a bitch to Sam last night. King, too. No wonder they hadn’t tried to contact her. She was a horrible person. What happened wasn’t their fault and she knew it. They hadn’t talked her into doing anything she hadn’t wanted to do. She had no one to blame but herself for this situation. Well, maybe slutty Jane. Slutty Jane had wanted everything they’d done and more. She loved it. Loved being their dirty girl and fucking like minks on tables and in the back of cars and on dance floors. Loved that two guys were so hot for her, and that something about being with her—ordinary little Jane Foster, girl next door and Nurse Nice—made two of the hottest guys she’d ever known so horny they were ready to fuck each other, too. Yep, Slutty Jane loved it.
The problem was, Slutty Jane was pretty much just Jane. Jane loved it. And it was going to ruin the rest of her life.
She needed to be proactive. She needed to find out if they could fire her for this. Was there some sort of decency clause in her job description that she’d violated? Even if they didn’t fire her, she’d be on night shift permanently. That way she couldn’t contaminate the hospital’s image with her thoroughly unacceptable behavior. One of the ER night-shift doctors had been arrested for DUI two years ago. His wife had left him and he’d been on the night shift ever since. He still rode a moped to work. He was a broken man.
Jane was scared of mopeds. They went too slow and were a target for bigger, faster cars. She couldn’t ride a moped. She’d have to get a bus pass.
“Um, Jane?” Margo knocked on her bedroom door. “You in there? I thought you were staying at Sam’s last night.”
Jane groaned and fell over on the bed. She grabbed a pillow and covered her head with it. She still heard Margo open the door.
“Are you sick? It’s ten o’clock. You never sleep this late.” She snickered. “What’s the matter? Your two big guys wear you out?”
Jane began to cry. She’d been crying half the night and had tried to keep it quiet, but now her body switched to autopilot and started the waterworks in earnest.
“Oh my God,” Margo said, rushing over. “Are you okay?” She ripped the pillow away and began inspecting Jane. “Did they hurt you? Should I call the police?”
“No,” Jane managed to croak. “It’s over. Everything is ruined. I’m ruined.” She tried to grab the pillow again, but Margo tossed it away.
“What are you talking about? Did you get dumped? Oh, baby.” She sat down beside Jane and tried to smooth her hair, but it was a tangled mess of knots. “It will be okay. They were jerks, anyway.”
“They are not,” Jane said miserably. “They’re wonderful and I can never see them again.” She cried harder, hiccupping.
“If they’re so wonderful, why did they dump you?”
“They didn’t,” Jane said. “I dumped them. But too late!”
“Oh, God, you’re really pregnant this time, aren’t you? I gave you a huge box of condoms!”
Jane sat up and glared at Margo. “Would you get over the pregnant thing? I am not pregnant. Okay?” She wiped her nose with the bedsheet.
“Okay, but you are disgusting.” Margo got up and walked into Jane’s bathroom, returning with a box of tissues. She handed it to Jane. “Blow and then tell me what’s going on. I can’t help if you don’t tell me.”
Jane grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. Then another and another. Finally she sniffed and told Margo, “No one can help. I’m doomed.”
“Why?” Margo asked, being much more patient than Jane could ever remember her being.
“The Internet,” Jane spat out. “I hate it.”
“Ooookay,�
� Margo said. “I’m really trying to keep up, honest, but what does the Internet have to do with your doom and why you can’t see two wonderful, gorgeous guys again?”
“Someone took pictures last night,” Jane whispered.
“You mean Sam or King?” Margo asked, frowning. “I don’t like this trend of sex pictures on your phone. The last guy I went out with wanted me to sign a release. Seriously,” she said in answer to Jane’s horrified look. “Did they record it, too?”
“No, Sam and King didn’t take pictures,” Jane explained, her voice rising hysterically. “Some slimy stranger did at Tom and Danny’s party, and he posted them. Or sold them to a website. Something like that.” She blew her nose, the tears starting to flow again.
“You were doing it at Tom and Danny’s?” Margo asked, eyes wide. “Holy shit. You have really gotten into this whole bad-girl thing, haven’t you? Was it, like, an orgy or something? Did you do other guys?” Margo sounded pretty excited by the whole prospect.
“Ewww! No,” Jane said, shoving Margo. “We were just dancing and, you know, fooling around on the dance floor, like you do. That’s all.”
“Then what’s the big deal?” Margo asked, clearly disappointed.
“All three of us,” Jane clarified.
“And?” Margo asked, a little sarcastically, in Jane’s opinion. “So what? So it was a Jane sandwich on the dance floor. Big deal.”
“It was a Sam sandwich on the dance floor,” Jane corrected her. “A shirtless Sam pressed very closely between me and King. Very intimately, if you know what I mean.”
“I don’t,” Margo said, avid interest back on her face. “Tell me.”
“We were making out,” Jane yelled. “Okay? King had his hands down Sam’s pants and Sam had his hands down mine, and we were all kissing each other.”
“Holy shit, I think I just came,” Margo said. “Are you serious?” She laughed in delight. “That is so hot. Except that you’re my cousin, so eww. But still. Holy shit.”
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