by Mia Wilde
If I’m learning anything during my time with the Stormbreakers, it’s that none of these men are really what meets the eye.
To my disbelief, as I slip into the showers I find myself almost excited for whenever the Stormbreakers’ last two men, Chase and Garret, finally decide to corner me and take out their own form of justice as well. They’ve all obviously been planning it. With the way these six hard, rough bad boys seem to understand teamwork, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d scheduled it out perfectly.
Hell, as I grab a handful of soap from the dispenser on the wall and let the hot water flow over my body, I’m even imagining how they might do it. Maybe tonight I’ll get a booty call from Chase. A PR crisis text from Garret. They’ll find some kind of way to lure me somewhere, until I’m all on my lonesome and completely at their mercy…
Despite all the hot water and steam, my body involuntarily shivers with need. I’ve just had Ash inside me. Just had Ash’s mouth on my pussy, Piotr’s big, thick fingers pinning down my clit…but there’s something about these men that has me completely fucking insatiable right now. When I reach between my legs, I find myself freshly soaked—and by more than just the water, too.
God. It’s almost embarrassing, the fact that I’ve already been with more than half the team. If I was a little smarter, maybe I’d pretend like I’d meant for it to play out this way. I could lie and say that I decided that the quickest way to get these men under my reins for this job was to take them in twos and please them with my body until their balls were drained and their cocks twitched at the very mention of me.
But it wouldn’t be true.
If my little romps with the Stormbreakers end up making my job any easier down the line, it’s not because of anything I’d planned. It’s not because of anything I’m in control of. They decided to take me. They decided to make me theirs. If they decide to forgive me for the things I said about them and behave themselves this season as a result of that too, I’m not going to complain. But this isn’t some kind of power play on my part.
It’s a power play on theirs.
And now, I’m under their control just as much as they’re under mine.
As I finish washing up, I let the warm water run over my aching muscles for just a few minutes longer. I go to the gym about three times a week just to keep myself healthy and in shape, but the way the Stormbreakers have been putting me through my paces, I’m sorer now than I’ve been in a long time.
Purring and stretching beneath the flow of the water and the kisses of the steam, I let myself glance to the door idly, imagining Chase and Garret coming in to enjoy the luxury of it all with me. The way they’d put their hands on my body, kissing my warm, wet skin, pinning me between them and…
“Can’t believe Piotr and Ash ditched out on practice.” A gruff voice echoes from the locker room as I hear a door open. Immediately, I freeze.
That’s Chase Holloway’s voice. The question is…am I imagining it? Have my fantasies finally gotten away from me? Or…or could it possibly be real?
“Yeah, good thing we could see everything they were doing with Madeleine from all the way down on the ice.” Garret Fleming’s voice. I’d put money on it. “Coach will have them skating suicide drills all day now, but it was nice of them to give us such a good show.”
A flush rises to my cheeks as I listen in. Their voices, I decide, are very real. And while being with Piotr and Ash was hot and all…
I didn’t realize that everyone could see us the entire time.
Fuck.
“Ready to hit the showers, man?” Garret asks. I hear the unzipping of pants and the removing of pads.
“You have no idea,” Chase replies over the rushing of the water. “Sounds like someone’s already beat us there, though…huh. And there’s a jersey here. One of the other guys?”
“Must be,” Garret says with a laugh. “After Maddie’s little show during practice, we must all need a shower to cool down I guess.”
My eyes dart to the shower’s exit, but there’s no way out. And there I am, naked, dripping wet, with my knees weak…
And my pussy already soaked.
20
Chase
Garrett and I are coming out of our meeting with the coach and heading for the locker room when we see Ash and Piotr making their way down from the top of the stands, both of them grinning and Ash still securing the fastens on his pants. It doesn’t take a genius to put one and one together that they’ve picked up where Donovan and Jared left off, treating Madeleine exactly how we all know she deserves.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Garrett cries out, a disbelieving grin on his face. “You bastards. You really got to her first?”
“Hell yeah, man.” Ash replies, spreading his arms wide in a gesture of pure macho triumph. He wasn’t this proud of himself after he scored the winner in our game against the Washington Wolverines last year. “And not just what Don and Jared did, either. We fucked her like the bitch she is. Should have seen how she was begging us for it, too.”
“Wouldn’t have thought you had it in you, big guy,” I tell Piotr. So much for all of those claims that Madeleine needed to be treated nice and respectful. Some people might think he’s the nice guy on this team of bad boys, but anyone who knows him knows the truth: He’s as passionate and hard-headed as any of the rest of the Stormbreakers, all those still waters running pretty deep. Almost as deep as I want to get up Madeleine Christensen’s hot little pussy.
“You shoulda seen him,” Ash replies on Piotr’s behalf, the goalie too busy bristling with macho energy to answer on his own behalf, radiating waves of smug self-satisfaction. “The way he was treating her five minutes ago, he was wilder than Garrett here. And you really shoulda seen the way she was coming for both of us. Let me tell ya, that girl likes it rough.”
“Oh, please.” I interrupt, feeling more than a little competitive myself in the face of all this testosterone and wanting to show up Ash and his cocky attitude just a little. “You two wouldn’t know real hard fucking if it bit you in the ass. The way I’ll fuck her, it’s a wonder if she’ll ever want the rest of you again.”
“Why don’t you prove it, tough guy?” Ash replies, pointing down the stairs towards the entrance to the locker room. “I sent her down the team showers after we were down hosing her down. Figured you and Garrett might wanna join her. Let her complete the set.”
This is our big chance. To take Madeleine so freshly after her having fucked Piotr and Ash will prove that she’s got nowhere to go, nowhere to hide from us. She’ll have fucked the whole team within 24 hours. And from the sounds of it, the way that she’d been treated and the way that she’d responded, she was right on the verge of becoming our compliant, submissive little slut, just like we’d all been hoping for from the moment she’d walked into the first meeting looking snooty, bitchy and oh-so-fuckable.
“Shit. Might as well go pay her a visit, huh, Chase?”
“Damn straight. She ought to know what she’s been missing out on.” I grin at Piotr and Ash. Honestly, there’s no real hard feelings there. They’re my team-mates and we all have a reason to want a piece of Madeleine. The more often we got a chance to break her, the better, the more likely it was that she’d learn her place in the pecking order and learn to be a little more careful about how she treated the Stormbreakers in the future.
But at the same time, if Garrett and I are going to be the last to have her, then we’ll make sure that we enjoyed ourselves. Donovan and Jared might have gotten there first, but they’d not even gotten a piece before they’d had to bring her back to dinner all freshly-fucked and dazed by dick. I intend on getting myself balls-deep in her bitchy reporter pussy and maybe even getting a little more than that, if I got a chance.
The steam from Madeleine’s shower has already filled the locker room by the time we get down there. I undress quicker than ever, shedding layers one after the other. My body’s buzzing with the need to have her. I was furious for days after she wrote that pro
file of me with the quotes from my dad and brother. This is my chance to get some payback, show her just how much she should regret ever messing with me and my team.
Garrett is leaning in the door to the shower, a perverted grin on his face as he stares at her. He mouths to me, silently, that I have to come and check this out. Her naked body under the water looks incredible, her body slick with water. And… Holy shit. She’s fingering her pussy even now. She really is too hot to be believed. At this point, I’m starting to think she needs our dick just for her own good.
“I just saw Piotr and Ash coming down from the executive box,” I tell her, revealing that we’re all in on her little secret at this point. “Looked like they’d just been treated to some real game day hospitality, if you know what I mean.” Garrett is stood alongside me, pinning Madeleine in on all sides like predators hunting a cornered animal. He lets out a filthy little laugh. “That’s more than half the team now.”
“I can’t help it if you boys are all obsessed with me,” she replies, a self-satisfied smile on her face. If I’d fucked four hot babes in the time she’d had four of us studs, I guess I’d be pretty satisfied too. She doesn’t turn away under the water, letting us drink in the curves of her body. She’s displaying ourselves to us, a playful glint in her eye.
“We just want to show you who’s in charge.” My cock is getting hard with all this teasing, the way that our naked bodies are all pressed alongside each other.
She reaches out and grabs both our cocks at once. “Oh, yeah?” She asks, pumping with both hands, eyes still gleaming, playful smile not moving from her face. “And who’s that?”
21
Garrett
Who’s that, she asks, like she hasn’t been at our fucking mercy ever since she agreed to take this damn job.
Who’s in charge here, Madeleine? If she hasn’t figured it out yet, Chase and I are just gonna have to show her.
In the only way we know how.
I glance down at my cock. She’s got her slender little fingers wrapped around it like she already owns it. With the way it’s dripping precum down the underside of my cockhead, maybe it agrees with her, too. But I’m not like Donovan. My dick doesn’t do my thinking for me. Other people might think my wildman attitude comes from a lack of inhibition.
If only Madeleine was that lucky, I’d have her upside down in my arms in a hot second. Mouth swallowing up my cock, cunt pressed firmly against my lips until she either orgasmed herself unconscious or just straight up passed out.
But the fact of the matter is, the shit I pull is usually more calculated than I get credit for. I might party hard, but it’s because I know I need to blow off steam during my downtime to keep a clear head on the ice. And no matter what Madeleine reported in The Shredder, I never get in over my head or lose my cool. At the end of the night, I’m the one who makes sure that no one ends up hanging from the ceiling fans by their underwear and that all the vodka-drunk models get taxis home safe.
But Madeleine isn’t some vodka-drunk model. And from what I saw of her panties in the locker room, she’s not even going to have underwear to wear home tonight. If she’s intoxicated, it’s only from how fucking bad she wants it.
Which means she’s completely fair game.
She doesn’t even just want it from me, is the thing. Not just from Chase, either. No, I think if sweet little Maddie has it her way, she’ll have all of us wrapped around her finger while she wraps her hot, tight cunt around each of our cocks in turn.
As much as I’m into this sexy, sassy aggressive thing, I know it’s not going to last forever, though. It’s about time she realizes exactly how deep in over her head she is.
And there’s only one way to show her that.
I pull her hand off my cock and up to my chest, letting the water flow down between us as I claim a vicious kiss. It’s not sweet. It’s not soft. It’s the kind of kiss that’s going to leave Maddie’s lips bruised when she wakes up tomorrow morning. The kind of kiss that not even the thickest coat of her best red lipstick will be able to hide.
Chase grabs her other wrist, pulling her hand up to reach behind her and curl around the back of his neck. We sandwich her neatly, with my cock throbbing against her stomach and Chase’s nestled between her round, firm asscheeks.
“Making out and rubbing up on each other?” Maddie teases, all bedroom eyes and pillow lips as we break our kiss. “Oh, you boys are right. I’m completely under your control now.”
If Chase and I were any other men, maybe that would have thrown us. Some men can’t handle a woman who likes to talk back. But as we share a grin over Maddie’s shoulder, I know the fun’s just starting.
The more she sasses us, the worse she’s gonna get it. She’ll figure that out soon enough.
She lets out a soft yelp of surprise as whirl her around. Now, it’s Chase who’s pressing his tongue into Maddie’s sweet, hot mouth, getting a good taste of her lips while I squeeze my cock between the perfect bubbles of her asscheeks. She’s hot as hell—Maddie’s ass has my balls aching just from being in proximity to her. Just from touching her, skin on skin. But as I reach one hand around her to squeeze a tit, pinching her nipple between my fingers and rolling it before I move to cup her breast, I know that just touching Maddie isn’t enough.
“You know what I think I’d like to do, Chase?” I ask, rising to Maddie’s challenge.
“What’s that, Gar?”
“I think I’d like to put my cock in Maddie’s tight little ass and see how much she has to say to us then.”
“You what?” Maddie gasps, writhing against my cock—but not pulling away.
I only grin as Chase and I ignore her. “Well, the way I figure it, the team’s already taken her mouth.”
“And that sweet, tight pussy, too,” Chase reminds me.
“Only makes sense that she should give over every hole to us. Suppose we’ll see who’s in control when this pretty little ass of hers is bouncing against my balls. What do you think about that, Maddie?”
“Oh,” Maddie breathes softly. As I lean over her shoulder, I can see that her face is twisted like she’s trying to fight it.
Good. I want her fighting it. I want her tangling with her own desires just as hard as we’ve had to work against her fucking columns about us all these years.
“Say the word and this stops, sweetheart,” I growl in her ear, squeezing her breast hard in my hand, massaging it and knowing that it’ll only make her want me more.
Maddie doesn’t have anything to say to that, though.
I move my cock a little lower, backing my hips up so I can settle my thick, precum-coated tip between her thighs. I work it back and forth between her pussylips from behind, glossing my shaft with her honey.
Jesus. She’s wetter than I’ve ever felt a woman before—and being me, that’s saying something.
“Don’t tell me you’re at a loss for words now, Maddie. Decision too hard for you?” Chase wraps his arm around her, smoothing a hand down her back as we press even closer together. “Tell you what—we’ll make this easy for you. You just say the three magic words and you won’t have to decide anything anymore.
“What are the words?” Maddie whispers, her back arching against me.
Chase and I share a smirk.
“Well, sweetheart, it’s simple, really,” I tell her. “All you’ve gotta say is… ‘You’re in control.’”
22
Madeleine
You’re in control. Three simple words—and to my surprise, they come out more easily than words ever have before.
I let out a breath and bow my head.
“Okay,” I say. “You’re in control.”
It’s not just the water that’s making steam in these showers right now. I’m pinned between two gorgeous, hard, slick male bodies. I’m so desperate to be taken by them that I’m practically melting between them. My cunt is aching hot, burning up and soaked like I’ve got a shower head positioned right up against my clit. Actually, hav
ing a shower head positioned against my clit would take care of a lot of things for me right now.
But not as well as Chase and Garrett’s thick, stiff cocks will—that much is for sure.
For a second, I think they’re almost too surprised by how easily I’m surrendering to them to know what to do with themselves. I can hardly blame them. I came into my position with the Stormbreakers ready to fight them every step of the way. Tooth and nail, bared teeth not even hesitating to spill blood if need be. But as it’s turning out, the real need is the one between the seven of us.
We’ve been bound together for so long now. But ever since I took this job, the rules have changed. Just a few days ago it was me versus them. Me, the aggressor, the cold-hearted bitch who was always ruining their seasons in exchange for the chance to take them down a peg, get the juiciest scoops, sell issues and keep my job. Them, the assholes who earned the fallout of every naughty little rumor I dished on them.
But now, we’re on the same side. And as it’s turning out, burying the hachet isn’t what we need to make this work. The Stormbreakers burying all their big, thick cocks in me, though—so far, that seems to be making everybody happy.
As Chase and Garret grin at each other, I have a feeling that keeping everybody happy in this is going to be a whole hell of a lot more pleasurable than I first thought, too.
In an instant, they lift me up off my feet. I’m so surprised, I point my toes and kick them in a momentary panic as I leave the ground completely. But there’s no turning back now. And as they hold me up to their level between them, I realize I don’t want there to be.
I’ve had Don. I’ve had Jared. I’ve had Piotr and Ash. Now that I’m at Chase and Garrett’s mercy, my pussy is absolutely throbbing at the idea that I’m about to complete the set.
“Looks like this hot little cunt’s going to be mine, sweetheart.” Chase thrusts his hips forward, balancing the entrance to my pussy against the tip of his cock. “Hope Piotr and Ash didn’t leave you too sore for me to take you.”
