Two Jocks Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance

by Jay S. Wilder

  He tenses underneath me and I take my mouth off of him. I wipe the bit of liquid off my lips as Connor unleashes into me with new energy. He abruptly pulls out of me with a groan and collapses. The mattress cracks like it’s breaking.

  My joints groan. I tenderly edge my way down onto the bed. The three of us fit on it, but barely. I squeeze in between Connor and Kade. Kade slips his arm under my shoulders and pulls me against him. Connor runs his hand up and down my arm and stomach.

  A heaviness settles over me. I let my eyes drift closed. Connor and Kade’s breathing fills my room, deep and familiar.

  It’s hard to think about spending the whole summer without them. Not only has my time with them been getting better every week, today takes the cake.

  I’ve never had sex that was so… sweet.

  And unexpected, too.

  Usually, our time together feels lust filled and animalistic. If it's tender it's only for brief moments.

  But today is different.

  I bite down on my bottom lip. I need to hold myself together. I need to remember what this thing between the three of us is. They’re not looking for a relationship and neither am I.

  It doesn’t matter how comfortable I’ve become with them. It doesn’t matter how much I look forward to our time together.

  They’re not mine. They never were and they never will be.

  I break myself from their hold and sit up. “I still have packing to do.”

  “We can help,” Kade answers.

  I smile at him. “Thanks.”

  His gaze smolders. A long moment passes. It seems like there’s something he wants to say. It hovers right behind his lips, refusing to come out.

  Connor rolls onto his side. “Are you gonna get a summer job or anything?”

  “I might pick up some tutoring every once in a while, just like I have here, but I think I’ll be pretty busy. Are you guys going to be pretty occupied?”

  I press my lips together, afraid the question came out wrong. It sounds like I’m asking about girls. We’ve never talked about being exclusive. I haven’t been hooking up with anyone else, but that doesn’t mean Kade and Connor aren’t.

  I don’t want them to think I’m jealous or expecting something extra from them.

  I clear my throat. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

  Kade’s thick eyebrows push together. “What are you talking about?”

  “Nothing, it’s just… What you do is none of my business. I understand if you’re going to see other girls.”

  The last word tastes bitter on my tongue.

  Kade shakes his head and joins me in sitting up. “We won’t be seeing anyone else.” His words are fierce, almost angry. “You’re ours, Tracey-Ann. Are you thinking of seeing other men? Have you been seeing other men?”

  The words shoot out rapid as bullets. Kade’s eyes flash.

  “I...” I start again. “No, I haven’t been seeing anyone else. I just figured… We never talked about being exclusive.”

  Connor puts his hand on my shoulder. “Right. We never did.” His voice is much calmer than Kade’s, maybe in reaction to his friend’s.

  Kade’s nostrils flare. “You can’t be with any other men.”

  My mouth falls open. “I’m not, but I thought you only wanted me once a week.”

  “And now you’re gone all summer.”

  “It’s fine,” Connor says. “It’s going to be fine.”

  My throat is tight and my stomach warm. I’m both flattered and scared by Kade’s reaction. I don’t know what to think. Does he really see me as exclusively theirs? Has he always?

  Kade’s jaw ticks. He doesn’t seem anywhere close to calming down. I feel my own jaw hanging loose. Kade has an intense personality, for sure, but this new side is one I never suspected.

  “I won’t see anyone else,” I find myself saying.

  I never wanted to anyway. Starting the first time I hooked up with Kade and Connor, they were all I wanted. I just made sure not to read too much into our physical relationship. I kept it ‘compartmentalized’, as Lily would say.

  Kade’s shoulders relax and he leans against the bed frame. “Good.”

  A new feeling washes over me. It’s relief. Kade’s reaction is a touch over the top, but it’s amazing to feel wanted. It’s been a long time since I had that from a guy.

  I press my hands against his bare shoulders and climb into his lap.

  “I won’t,” I whisper.

  I duck my head and kiss him. He winds his fingers through my hair and holds me close.

  I slowly take my mouth off his. “I really do have to pack.”

  “And we’ll help you.”

  I can’t help the smile. “Okay. Cool.”

  “How about Fourth of July weekend?" Connor asks.

  I tilt my head. “What about it?”

  “We have a long weekend. We could come and see you if it works out with our schedule.”

  “That would be awesome.”

  Connor gives a single nod. “Sweet.” He glances at Kade. I look back at Kade just in time to see him avert his eyes. There’s some kind of silent exchange going on between the two of them.

  The tone is too depressing and I can’t take it.

  I climb off Kade and hop to my feet. “First things first. I need to get some clothes on.”

  “Or not,” Connor says. “I like you just the way you are now.”

  “Agreed,” Kade chimes in.

  “Oh, what?” I playfully ask. “You mean like this?” I turn my back and show them my butt. I look over my shoulder and bat my lashes. “You don’t like this, do you?”

  “You tease,” Kade barks. He lunges forward and grabs my waist. I yelp as he pulls me back onto the bed.

  Four hands and two mouths cover me, taking me back to the best place in the whole world to be.

  14

  Connor

  I pull my helmet off and toss it in the grass. The afternoon heat soars, the sun searing into my back. It should be illegal to be this hot in mid-May.

  The rest of the team shuffles past me, sweat soaked animals stinking to high Heaven. I wipe my forehead with my arm and catch a whiff of my own aroma.

  “Jesus,” I mutter. I pick up my helmet and trudge towards the showers.

  Kade falls into step beside me. One glance at him and I can clearly see he’s in one of his moods.

  “Who’s reaming your ass?” I ask.

  He glares at me. His attitude has been worse than usual the last two and a half weeks. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why. We both texted Tracey-Ann a couple times since she left for Nashville, but for the most part, we've all been busy.

  Practice has been eating up almost all my time, and it should be the same for Kade, but he’s not acting like it. He walks around like the world’s done him an injustice by taking Tracey-Ann away. He doesn’t go out with the guys and he barely talks. We had a party last week and he stayed in his room the entire night.

  It’s the first time I’ve seen him wound up over a girl.

  Ever.

  I get it. Tracey-Ann is special. She doesn’t get worked up over small things, doesn’t moan and complain about not getting enough attention. She’s funny and always laid back.

  She’s the first girl I’ve really liked since getting to college.

  “You’re making yourself unhappy,” I tell Kade. “Tracey-Ann is three hours away, working her butt off and probably not thinking about us.”

  I’ve said the wrong thing. His face grows red. “I’m going to see her.”

  We enter the locker room and walk past the benches. The roar of splattering water and talking fills the space.

  “Yeah,” I agree. “I know. We’ll go for Fourth of July.”

  “No. I’m going right now.”

  I stop walking to stare at him. He keeps going, not breaking his stride for a second.

  “Hold on.”

  He stops and turns to face me. His face is stone. It’s the look he gets that shows
he’s hiding something big or he just doesn’t want anyone to know what’s going on with him. “My bag is in the car.”

  “You talked to her?”

  It’s like a jagged blade entering my stomach. I didn’t know Kade and Tracey-Ann were talking and making plans on their own.

  “No. I’m going to surprise her.”

  “Oh.”

  He crosses his arms. “What?”

  The last afternoon in Tracey-Ann’s dorm enters my mind. Kade almost lost his grip. He has a temper, but I never thought it applied to girls. He usually acts like he couldn’t give half a shit about anything any female does. That day he showed his true face. I’ve been wondering ever since just how he feels about the girl we’re hooking up with. Does he want more from her?

  I wouldn’t mind getting Tracey-Ann in our lives on a regular basis. Actually, it would be pretty awesome. But it could also get complicated, and things are good right now.

  I can’t let Kade screw it up. Who knows what his plan for Nashville is? If he goes there and starts getting all possessive again he’ll scare Tracey-Ann away. If she doesn’t want to see him she’ll likely cut me out as well.

  “I’m going with you,” I say.

  He slowly nods. “Great. Let’s go.”

  “Let’s at least shower first.”

  “Good plan. Did you bring any of that popcorn body spray? I was thinking I might...”

  “Shut up,” I interrupt. I head for the shower. Kade only jokes around if he’s in the best mood possible, which means things are looking up.

  We hit Friday rush hour traffic heading out of Knoxville, but once we're past the city limits the interstate clears up. We roll down the windows and let in the evening breeze. Halfway through the drive, we stop for gas and I take over the wheel.

  The sky lights up with a bright orange sunset just as Nashville appears in the distance.

  “Where does she live, anyway?” I ask. “What area?”

  Kade thoughtfully scratches his chin. “We should find out.”

  He pulls out his phone and sends her a text. I take the main road into the city and exit towards downtown. I’ve been to Nashville a couple times but both weekends I ended up too plastered to remember much of the trips.

  Kade’s phone buzzes.

  “She sent her address,” he announces.

  We plug it into GPS and take some back streets. We end up in an area that looks half residential and half recreational. Townhouses crowd one block and bars and clubs the next.

  “Right up here,” Kade says, pointing at a bar. “It’s on the second floor.”

  I pull into a parking spot on the street and grab the bag we swung by the house for. We didn’t know if Tracey-Ann would be available at all, but we both packed for the whole weekend.

  “Did her text say anything else?” I ask as we cross the street. “Other than give her address?”

  He smirks. “It said ‘oh my God, are you serious?’”

  Cigarette smokers stand around outside the bar in the middle of the block. Everyone either has a cowboy hat or a leather vest on. Shouting and country music flows out the cracked door. Kade leads us to a green door right next to the joint.

  He starts to knock, but his fist doesn’t make it to the wood. The door flies open and he’s left holding his hand in midair.

  It’s only been a couple weeks since we’ve seen Tracey-Ann, but it feels like months. Her hair is piled in a loose bun on her head and she’s without makeup—the way I like her best. Lamplight from across the street catches in her eyes. She’s smiling.

  She opens her mouth to say something but I don’t give her a chance. I pull her across the threshold and into my arms. Whatever words she planned on getting out are swallowed by my kiss.

  “Surprise,” I say into her cheek.

  “You’re telling me.” She presses her hands against Kade’s chest and gives him a kiss. “Come on. Check out my castle.”

  We follow her up the narrow staircase. It ends at another door. Pushing it open, Tracey-Ann flies across a creaky wood floor. She dramatically sweeps her arm wide. “Here it is.”

  The room contains a queen size bed, a couch, an entertainment set, and a bookcase. White Christmas lights strung along the wall softly light the space. Through one doorway a small kitchen is visible. Through another one is the bathroom.

  The music from the club below fills the apartment and makes the floor vibrate.

  “Nice,” Kade says, going to stand next to her.

  “I found it online. It’s really cheap.”

  “I wonder why,” he dryly says. “You can sleep with that noise?”

  She perches on the couch’s arm. “I’m never really here during the day. I get home from the theater and it’s pretty late. I end up just collapsing.”

  Kade looks at her uncertainly. “I’ll get you a better place.”

  My head whips towards Kade. He’s not one to just dish out favors.

  “No,” Tracey-Ann slowly says. “Thank you, but you can’t do that. And really, this place is fine.” She bites her bottom lip and smiles around her teeth. “I still can’t believe you guys came and surprised me.”

  Kade and I catch eyes. The whole drive over I had my doubts about stopping in to see Tracey-Ann. I’ve wanted to see her—damn, I’ve wanted to, but it’s more complicated than that.

  Having her here right in front of us makes me more relieved than I could have guessed.

  Tracey-Ann’s back. Things couldn’t get any more right.

  15

  Kade

  Tracey-Ann gazes up at me, her tan legs stretching out of those tight short shorts and pieces of stray hair falling around her cheeks. She looks perfect sitting on the edge of the couch. I want to take the moment and save it forever.

  Her lashes flutter. “Hey,” she says.

  The volcano that’s been boiling in me for over two weeks erupts. I launch myself forward and lift her off the couch. Her hands go right to my head and her legs wrap around my hips. She fits perfectly, a puzzle piece made just for me.

  I dig my hands into the back of her tank top and kiss her forcefully. Hardness shoots through my cock. I could take her right now without waiting another second.

  I walk her back to the arm of the chair and set her down on it. Her hot breath drifts away from my face as I drop to my knees. I tug her tiny shorts off her thighs and over her ankles. She plants her hands on my shoulders and braces against me.

  I push her cotton panties to the side and thrust my tongue right into her opening. She cries out and pierces my shirt with her nails. I smile against her skin and slip a finger inside of her. I peer up to take in her expression. Her eyes close, head dropped to the side as she seems halfway to bursting.

  Connor steps up next to her and takes her chin in his hand. He leans down to kiss her and I press my face against her mound.

  Her clit is swollen and hot. I flick my tongue against it as fast as I can. Her thighs shake against my cheeks. I swivel my finger around the inside of her pussy, giving each four sides a turn. I find her g-spot and she clenches against me.

  I thrust my finger in and out of her while lapping at her clit. Her legs lock around my head and her pelvis thrusts against me. She desperately tries to fuck my face. She’s just as hungry for me as I’ve been for her. The realization makes me feverishly hot. It’s like I’m melting into a puddle.

  Her walls and legs hold onto me for dear life. Thick liquid gushes out of her and coats my fingers and mouth. I lap it up, the taste of Heaven. I don't want to stop. I want to keep going until she's raw and dry.

  But I also want to keep her on the edge. I pull away from her and stand up.

  Tracey-Ann breaks her kiss with Connor to look pitifully at me. He’s pushed her tank top down and left it hanging around her waist. Her tits bulge upwards, their thick, round nipples engorged. The look of longing on her face makes me bite my bottom lip. I’m ready to possess this woman, to fuck her till she begs and then stop just to hear her plead for more.r />
  “Lay back,” I say. I guide her shoulders down. She falls against the couch cushions, her butt still across the arm and her legs dangling down towards the floor.

  Connor starts taking his clothes off and tossing them around the place. I keep my eyes on Tracey-Ann while I walk around the edge of the couch.

  I pull my shirt off and twist it up, then take her wrists and tie them together. Her hands press between her side and the couch, her boobs bulging between her arms.

  Tracey-Ann doesn’t say a word. She just silently accepts what I’m doing to her.

  Her pupils shrink and grow and her lips part. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out. Tracey-Ann swallows noisily at the sight of it. I trace my fingers up its length and nudge it towards her mouth. Her lips part eagerly. Instead of inserting myself in her greedy mouth, I run the tip of my cock along her jaw and up towards her bottom lip.

  Connor lifts her legs and drops his face between her thighs. His head shakes around as he violently eats her out. Tracey-Ann’s mouth drops. Her ecstatic scream rips through the air. The country western music goes on, banjo and guitars filling up the spaces between her moans.

  I take Tracey-Ann’s jaw between my fingers and force it open wider. My dick slides in and her velvety mouth accepts it. Her tongue presses against the bottom of it and her teeth lightly skim the sides. I turn towards her, trying to get as much of my cock in her mouth as possible. The angle makes it hard, but she bobs her head to take me in.

  I grit my teeth and hold on tight to the back of the couch. The pleasure is electrifying. Has it always been this good to have Tracey-Ann touch me? I can't remember. Right now, I can't think of anything but her soft, fuckable body and what it's doing right now.

  Her cries get louder and closer together. She slobbers all over my cock as she comes against Connor’s mouth, her lashes fluttering away.

  I pull out of her and lift her up. There’s a window against the side wall. Taking her over to it, I stand her up and press her boobs and bound wrists against the glass. There’s an alley down below, and it looks empty right now, but at any second someone could come out and see her naked against the window.