by Mia Wilde
“Whoops. Sorry, bro,” I call over my shoulder apologetically. It doesn’t sound genuine, though.
It shouldn’t.
I’m not sorry in the least. If Rand, or any of the other B-team guys, for that matter, think they can fuck around with Maddie now that the other starters and I have our sights set on her, they’ve got another thing coming.
We’re a team—cohesive, coherent, working together toward a common goal—right up to the point where someone starts working against that goal. My father taught me that himself when he was leading the San Francisco Rush to victory back when I was a kid.
“Teamwork is when all the raindrops come together to become a river,” he told me the night that he won his final championship as the Rush’s team captain. I can still remember the way he let me hold the trophy, the heaviness of it in my wimpy little kid hands. “It only works when you’re all flowing in the same direction. And when someone starts swimming against that tide, the tide either changes with them—or you have to sweep them under.”
I knew at the time, he’d been talking about the changes being made to the team. The Rush had come under new ownership that last season, and having a bunch of family men for players was the last thing they wanted.
The Rush’s new management was after hot, young single guys who could draw in lots of female fans. Men who didn’t have wives and parents and kids that they wanted to spend time with instead of going on promotional tours and hyping up the team’s brand. They’d ended Dad’s contract right after that win. Things hadn’t changed with them since.
So yeah, maybe Dad hadn’t exactly been talking about the situation the rest of the starters and I were finding ourselves in. But his words held true.
Maddie was one of the Stormbreakers now. Her work with ramping up ticket sales and getting better turnout at our games was making this our best season on the books yet. And the way she was spending her time after-hours, getting to know the other starters and me… “Motivating” us in her own little way…
Hell. If anyone had a goddamn problem with that, they’d have me to answer to for it. Don, Jared, Garrett, Piotr and Ash, too.
By the time Maddie got off the bus, I already had her bag ready and waiting for her.
“Hey, hot stuff.” I shoot her one of my million-dollar smiles. “Wanna go grab some dinner?”
“Dinner?” Maddie glances at the other guys, who are grabbing their bags as well—and making sure to keep an eye on how close Rand is able to get to our girl. “Don’t you guys have like…other things to do tonight? Official hockey player business and stuff?”
I laugh. “Don’s gotta go with Coach Laramie to have dinner with the Tornadoes’ coach and captain, and I think the other guys might have a look at the stadium we’ll be playing in tomorrow. Check out the ice and the locker room, get a feel for the place. But ever since my helmet got knocked off and I took that puck to the head last game—” I tap my eyebrow, which is split in two and still healing— “Coach has informed me that I’m supposed to take things easy up until warm-ups tomorrow.”
“So what you mean is, you’re going to babysit me.” Maddie glances over her shoulder, where Rand is finally getting off the bus. To my great approval, he’s the last one off. The rest of the B-team is keeping their distance, too—they want nothing to do with the fucker, either. “You know I’m not worried about Rand. He’s just a horny idiot. Nothing that I can’t handle.”
“Good. You can babysit me then.”
She laughs. “You’re the furthest thing from an invalid, Chase Halloway.”
“Keep me out of trouble, then.”
“Oh, please. Knowing you…” She looks me up and down, her tongue flicking across her lips hungrily. It’s almost like I didn’t catch her getting fingered by Piotr on the way here. Unbelievable. She’s already ready to go again.
“Knowing me?”
“You’ll get into more trouble if you’re with me. But if you insist…”
“I do, actually.”
She grabs her bag from me and gives me a little wink. “Let me get showered and grab a little more sleep. I’ll meet you for dinner. If you insist.”
35
Madeline
Up in the hotel room the Stormbreakers have arranged for me, instead of a shower I find a huge, ultra-luxe bathtub. It’s the kind that could fit two people easily, with high-powered jets and water temperature that you can set digitally. I turn it on extra hot and let the tub fill while I peruse the selection of things to toss into the bath along with me. The hotel has provided enough bath bombs to level a city with and enough bubble bath to drown an army in. Unable to choose, I toss in some of both, then wait for the tub to fill up with beautiful, deep blue colored water and a thick layer of foam.
The bath does me some good, but not as much good as a nap does. It’s actually crazy how exhausted I’ve been lately—and the Stormbreakers themselves are almost certainly the reason why. It’s not just my late night with Ash or my stolen moments with Piotr on the bus that have me worn out. It’s not the three-ways, four-ways, five-ways and more with the guys either. I can’t even pretend like the job itself is the reason why I’m so wiped lately. Sure, it’s demanding, but it’s not any worse than my gig with The Shredder ever was.
No, there’s been something weighing on my conscience lately. Something that didn’t fully hit me until Rand started hitting on me on the bus earlier.
Now that I’m really getting to know the Stormbreakers, I’m beginning to really like them, too. The more I learn about the things I got wrong about them, the more I feel like I could actually have something with them. Any of them. All of them. And despite how comfortable they’ve all seemed about sharing me so far…I don’t know that it can last forever.
Maybe I’m overthinking things, but I guess anytime you start falling for someone, it hits you that marriage is a possibility somewhere down the line. And I can’t exactly marry all six of them, can I?
As I finish dressing for dinner, I hear a knock on my door and push those thoughts away.
“Mm. Maddie. Lookin’ good.” Chase leans against the door, dressed in an expertly tailored tuxedo complete with bow tie and cufflinks. “You got my note about the dress code, then.”
“I did.” I smooth down the blue evening gown and long white gloves I just finished slipping on. I want to lie and say I chose the color to match Chase’s dreamy blue eyes, but it’s not the truth. I only packed the gown with the slightest notion that there might be a need for formalwear during this trip. It was the only thing fancy enough for Chase’s dinner plans I had packed. “So. Where are we going?”
Chase steps away from the door, revealing a hotel cart topped with an insane number of cheeseburgers, fries, and two massive milkshakes. “Actually, I was thinking we could eat here.”
I want to smack him for making me get all dolled up just to eat in my hotel room, but I find myself grinning so hard that I can’t bring myself to.
“Okay then, Mr. Halloway.” I usher him in with a flourish. “Come on in.”
We eat cheeseburgers in bed, trying and failing to avoid making a mess of ourselves.
“Oh god. Oh no!” I yelp as a giant blob of ketchup, mustard and mayo slips out of my burger and down the front of my dress.
“Can’t have a single dinner with you without ruining a gown of yours, apparently.” Chase leans forward winking at me as he dips a french fry into the blob of sauce currently smeared down the front of my tits. “Better take it off, then.”
“You know, it’s almost like you planned for this to happen, Chase.” I narrow my eyes at him as I stand up, reaching for my zipper and struggling to undo it.
“Oh, no, I did.” Chase’s grin won’t quit as he gets up to come around behind me. “Here. Let me get this.”
He slides the zipper down slowly, allowing me to step out of my dress with ease. As it falls to the floor, it reveals a lacy pink bra and matching thong.
“Glad to see you dressed to impress.” Chase whistles sof
tly.
When I look at him over my shoulder, he’s obviously staring at my ass.
“Okay, hot shot.” I turn around completely, putting my hands on my hips. “Now you.”
“Now me? Now me what? Unlike you, Maddie, I haven’t smeared dinner down my front.” He smirks. “Even the black sheep of the Halloway family has better table manners than that.”
“Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow, then reach over to one of the milkshakes. When I toss the contents of it at him, he’s so stunned it takes him a couple of seconds to register what’s just happened.
I watch as his gaze turns from confused to annoyed, from annoyed to furious, and from furious to positively wicked.
“Oh, Maddie.” He’s grinning as he stalks toward me, ripping his bow tie away and tearing open his shirt. “You’re gonna regret doing that.”
36
Chase
Half undressed and dripping with milkshake wasn’t exactly how I expected this little date to go, but the way Maddie cries out in surprise as I push her to the bed makes it all more than worth it. I only put that tux on to tease her, anyway. I know how good I look in it—but now that it’s ruined, I can safely say I look just as good out of it, too.
Maddie’s body is so fucking easy to use. I press her face down against the mattress for a moment, letting my hands slide down her slides before I pin her by her hips with one hand and unhook her bra with the other. She struggles a little, sure, but that’s all part of the game.
She wants it. I can fucking smell it on her. Her tight, hot, soaking wet pussy is already filling the air around us with her sweet, soft musk to the point that it’s driving me half-mad with need. And it’s not like she threw that milkshake on me with any intention other than getting me naked, too. But even when she so obviously wants it as bad as she does, Maddie always puts up a little bit of a fight.
I like that about her. Makes it even more fun when I finally win.
“You’re a bad girl, Maddie.” I twist her wrists behind her back, holding her against the mattress with them while I move my free hand to the round, perfect curves of her ass cheeks. “Do you know what I do to bad girls?”
“Oh, I’m just ever-so-certain that you punish them, Chase.” Her voice is dripping with sarcasm. She’s funny—funny enough to make me laugh even when my cock is about to burst through my zipper with how bad I want to sink it into her ass.
“Mm. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I smack her ass, enjoying the way she yelps as her muscle jiggles slightly. Christ, she’s got a perfect body. Her waist is slim, but her ass is broad and firm. Like the lovechild of a workout video and a wet dream. “But like usual, Maddie—you’re wrong.”
“Like usual, huh?” She laughs, twisting beneath my grip, but I hold her steady while I slide her panties down off her hips. “Okay, let’s hear it, then. What have I gotten wrong about you, Chase? ”
It’s cute. She already knows she’s been beat, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to writhe out of my grip anyway.
I lower my lips to her ass, kissing the firm curve of one cheek then resting my cheek across it. From the way that makes her thrash, I know my stubble must tickle.
Fucking adorable.
“Just that I’m not as much of a black sheep as you first thought,” I inform her, using her ass as a pillow while I curl my fingers around her other cheek, pulling it away and spreading her wide. The tight pucker of her ass and that dripping wet little cunt of hers are both bared to me now. “There’s a reason I didn’t join the Rush like my brother. Like my Dad.”
“I suppose those quotes I took from them were out of context,” she guesses.
I move my mouth between her thighs, licking all the way from her clit to the opening of her slit as a reward. “Correct.”
“Oh, fuck.” Making Maddie lose focus is the easiest thing in the world, especially when her greedy, sensitive clit is involved. “Why didn’t you join the Rush then?”
I move my tongue a little further up, teasing just beyond the rim of her ass. “Guess again. I’ll reward you if you get it right.”
“Oh, god.” She’s wriggling beneath every flick of my tongue. “Um. Fuck, Chase. I can’t actually think straight right now. Just tell me?” She moans. “Tell me and you can have whatever hole you want.”
I smirk. Wrong answer, Maddie.
I stand up, undoing my belt and unzipping my slacks. I shove them down around my thighs so I can take my cock out, pressing it hard against the tight pucker of Maddie’s ass.
“What do you know about the Rush, Maddie?” I ask, tugging her panties away from her ankles and moving them up to her wrists.
“Um. Best team in the league. Easily the favorites to win the cup this year. Their players are all young, hot and single as a rule. And, um—” When she looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes are wide with surprise. “What the fuck are you doing back there?”
I smirk, wrapping her panties around her wrists and tying them in a knot. “Binding your wrists. If I can have whatever hole I want, you don’t mind a little bondage to keep things interesting, right?”
“Oh.” She whimpers as I thrust against her ass again, teasing her hole but not slipping inside just yet. “Oh, fuck.”
“I’ll take that for a no.” I let go of her wrists, watching her strain against the binding. The knot holds, though. “So. Back to your line of questioning, then. Were you aware that the Rush won’t take anyone with kids?”
I can practically feel her rolling her eyes. “You don’t have kids, Chase. Cut the bullshit. All the dirt I was digging up on you, I think I would have found out if you had some secret lovechild out there.”
“I’m sure you would have.” I rake my fingers through her long, silken chestnut hair, twisting it up in my hand and pulling her head back ever so slightly as I fold my body over her so I can purr in her ear. “And you’re right. I don’t have kids.”
She gasps as I move my cock quickly from her ass to her pussy, thrusting it in hard and fast.
“At least, not yet.”
37
Madeline
Chase can’t get me pregnant. Like, actually can’t. With the way that Chase and the rest of the Stormbreakers have been pumping me full of cum for these past several months, they’ve all probably figured that out by now.
But there’s something about the way he’s fucking me anyway, hard and raw and with every implication that he’s going to knock me up no matter what, hormones and contraceptives be damned, that’s way too hot—and way too unexpected, too.
My pussy spasms as his mouth ravishes my neck from behind, his dick plunging as deep into me as he can possibly go. He’s set my body off like a firecracker. With every thrust, my entire being is throbbing, pulsating with neon pink pleasure and light.
“How about it, Maddie? Want me to put a baby in you?”
Fuck. Do I want Chase Halloway to get me pregnant? I try to consider it, but he’s fucking me too rough and too good for me to even hold a train of thought.
And all the while, he’s growling away in my ear like an animal, dirty talking me even closer and closer to an orgasm that’s about to tear through me like wildfire.
“Judging by how wet your pussy just got, I’d say you’re at least considering it.” Chase’s teeth scrape against my shoulder, leaving me shivering. “Hot, tight, perfect slut like you…you’d be a good woman to put my baby into. Maybe I’ll invite the rest of the team in to fill you up as well. Get six nice, big loads inside you. Pump you full of it until your sweet little body has no choice but to get knocked up off of it all.”
I can only whimper. Oh, fuck, that’s actually too hot. I want kids, sure. I’ve thought about it from time to time. When I was working with The Shredder, I always knew that I’d have to find a new gig before I’d have the time to settle down and start thinking about it more seriously, though.
But the way he’s springing it on me like this—like it’s not just a possibility, but an actual fact—
Oh
god.
I can’t be completely sure, with the way the pleasure his cock is fucking through my nervous system right now, but…
“I think you’d fucking like it, sweetheart,” Chase purrs. “I think you’d like it more than you want to admit.”
I let out a moan as Chase gives me a particularly deep thrust.
Fuck.
I would like it.
I’d like it more than Chase can even possibly know.
“What is you’re on right now, huh? Birth control, I’ve figured.” He laughs darkly. “Or else, with the way you’ve been taking our loads ever since you started this job, you would’ve been knocked up within the month.”
He’s right. One little pill a day is all that’s been standing between me and a new life as the mother of the Stormbreakers’ collective love child. They’ve all filled my pussy with cum so often at this point, it’d be impossible to even tell who the father was without a DNA test. And with the way they all seem content to share me, I don’t even know that they’d want to know.
“But one little mishap with those pills…mm. Maybe when I’m done fucking you, I’ll go find them. Flush them all down the drain.”
Oh no. Oh fucking no. I should know better than to want that. That should fucking scare me. Maybe it’s meant to, even. Maybe this is just Chase’s way of getting revenge for those out-of-context quotes. But if his story is true, and I feel like it is…
Chase is thrusting sharp and deep now, cupping my breast from beneath and sending his balls bouncing so tight against my clit while he raws me from behind that I think I could probably come from that alone. Coupled with the way his thick, hard shaft keeps sliding against my G-spot, the way his tip grinds up against it every time he withdraws just so he can plow back into me even deeper and the way I’m certain he’d like nothing more than to fill me up with so much cum that I’d be pregnant within the hour if he had any say about it…
