by Lia Davis
“If you ever need a reminder of who you belong to, just look down,” Jon said. “That’ll keep you from ever thinking those forbidden thoughts I talked about.”
I smiled touching each bracelet and claiming them as mine. “I’ll never forget.” I made a mental note to get them something with my name on it in the future. I definitely didn’t want anyone else to see free Sims men when they were away from me. Then I realized something.
“I have nothing to give you,” I said.
Jon moved closer to me until my back was pressed against the front of his solid frame. “Oh, I’m sure we can think of something.”
“Something you can give us freely,” Jacob said as he came to the front of me. “A gift we’ll gladly take over and over again.”
Jon nibbled my ear as Jacob pulled me in for a mind-consuming kiss.
I nearly lost the ability to function as my world filled with only them. My heartbeat sped up with my breathing, and I felt heat flush my skin. I wanted them so badly. I needed them to show me everything they said by using their bodies to seal the promises they gave me.
I lifted my hands to reach for Jacob’s buttons, and he smiled into my kiss before helping me undress him. Jon left my back only to return with his bare chest against me.
Jon’s fingers found my shirt edges and lifted it up over my head. My bra followed the discarded clothing. I finally felt them skin to skin. I craved their contact like I drug, and I would always be addicted.
I backed away from them and caught the hungry look in both of their gazes. They were the predators, and I’d gladly be their prey.
I removed the skirt I wore and my panties until I was naked before them, except for their gifts on my wrists. I slid up the bed on my knees and noticed the bed was as big as the one in Jacob’s room. Jake. I made a promise to start calling him that now that I wore his namesake.
When I turned, both men had lost the rest of their clothing. I giggled with the knowledge that we were all anxious for this moment.
“I have to taste you,” Jake said. His eyes stayed on me as he parted my legs. He wanted to make sure I saw everything he planned to do to me, and I was close to coming before his lips even met their destination.
I did my best not to break contact, but as soon as his tongue lashed out at me, my head fell back. Jon was there at my side, and his mouth found my nipple. The multitude of sensations had me crazed. If it wasn’t for them holding me down, I would have thrashed around without end. But they were there to hold me and catch me.
No words were needed as they gave me pleasure only they could provide. They possessed me with each touch and lick, branding their ownership on my skin. I was theirs, and they were mine, all of us belonging to each other in that moment and during every one that would follow.
Jacob flicked his tongue against my clit, and the first wave shook me to my core. Jon added pressure by pinching my other nipple, and another orgasm hit right after the first.
“You still with us, gorgeous?” Jon asked.
I nodded as I slowly came back down from my high.
“Then tell us what you want next,” Jake demanded.
I thought back to his rule about honesty, and I felt the silent challenge urge me on. “I want to taste you, while Jon takes me from behind,” I said. “I want you in my mouth and him inside my pussy.” Boldness was a new trait they had taught me, and I was beginning to enjoy it.
“What the lady wants, she definitely gets,” Jon said with a proud half-smile.
It took some maneuvering, but I definitely had them right where I wanted them. For that moment, I felt in control of my pleasure as well as theirs. Maybe I wasn’t so innocent anymore after all.
I crawled up Jake’s legs, gripped his hardness, and looked him in the eyes just as he’d done me. It was a test of wills, and I was determined to see which of us would win. He always had so much control over everything, and I wanted him to lose it with me.
I didn’t make it easy for him or go slow. I stared at him as I eased as much of him in my mouth as I could take.
He shook, trying to hold my gaze until he gave out and tossed his head back from the attention.
“Hell, Sandy,” Jake cried.
I laughed, sending vibrations through him, and he finally fell back. I cherished my small victory as I savored him.
“What a sight you are,” Jon said. I felt his hands on my ass before they slid to my pussy.
I groaned as his fingers entered me. Jake moaned with each vocal vibration I made.
“You’re soaking wet for us, aren’t you?” Jon asked.
I moaned around Jake as I wrapped my hand fully around the base of his cock.
“Stop trying to get a response from her,” Jake said, “or I’m not going to last here.”
“Looks like we finally found our perfect match who can give and receive equally,” Jon teased.
There was no stopping another rumble from me, and it made Jake grip the sheets in his fists.
I eased back some. The last thing I wanted was to end the fun early.
Jon’s fingers left me empty until I felt the tip of him line up to my entrance. He took his time pushing in, making the slow pace torturous until he was finally all the way inside me. Then he moved.
I did my best to focus on Jake and Jon. I was reminded of the orchestra at the opera, so many instruments working together to produce beauty. My body was their instrument, and they moved to play a tune we could all move to.
I’d never been so aware of my own body. I’d been with them multiple times during our days together, but this felt so different, as if I was experiencing them for the first time all over again.
My body had new pleasure zones that they brought to life as they moved with me. I wasn’t expecting another orgasm to hit me so soon. This one made my muscles tremble and gripped both of them tighter.
I knew Jake was close to the peak, so I sucked harder to push him over it. Having him that way was so empowering, one I knew he was gifting me with. I liked him in control of me even more, but for the night, his control belonged to me.
“Close,” Jake said. “I’m close, baby.”
His words made me want him even more.
“Sandy,” Jon said behind me. “We’re right here with you. Come with us, beautiful.”
I followed them into the abyss, until my entire body felt like an earthquake ruptured inside of it, sending aftershocks to every part of me.
Jacob came next, and I held onto him as I took all he gave me, never letting up.
Jon was the last, and I felt him explode inside of me as a final wave flowed into me as he pushed deeper, hitting the most sensitive spot until I was perfectly wrecked.
I fell down on the bed, completely spent. I heard Jon leave. When he came back, I felt a warm cloth gently moving between my legs. I glanced up to see Jon caring for me in a way that made my heart melt for him.
Jacob lifted me to the side so Jon could cover us with the comforter. It didn’t give me the same warmth they did. My men took care of me.
Eventually, both sandwiched me in the bed. I couldn’t imagine sleeping any other way. They were spoiling me with each moment I spent with them. I could get used to it.
“You’re amazing,” Jake said. “Do you know that?”
I ran my hand over his chest as my other found Jon’s arm to wrap around me. “I do when you keep saying it, but you can always remind me with a repeat of that session in a few hours.”
“A few hours?” Jon asked against my ear. “You’ll be lucky if we let you sleep at all this week.”
“This week?” I asked, curious.
“That’s right.” Jon slid further under the covers and closer to me. “We took the rest of the week off.”
“For me?” I couldn’t believe they’d leave so much behind just to take me away from the city.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet?” Jake asked. “We’d do anything and everything for you.”
“Won’t they miss you?” I asked.
The last thing I wanted was for them to put all they worked for at risk for spending just a few days off with me.
“We haven’t taken a vacation from that place in five years,” Jon said. “I think we’re owed this small vice. Besides, they know how to reach us if they need us.”
“Which is only in a dire emergency, or they risk being throttled,” Jake said.
“That’s a bit extreme,” I said, chuckling. “Even for Jacob Sims.”
“It’d be what anyone deserves if they try to take us away from your side this week,” Jake said.
“Cause we’re damn sure not letting you leave ours,” Jon added.
I glanced down at my bracelets, cherishing the idea of having them with me when they couldn’t be. For now, I didn’t have to think about that, because I had them beside me.
“I think I can handle that,” I said. “I belong to both of you for as long as you’ll have me.”
“How’s forever sound?” Jacob asked.
“Forever and then some,” Jon said.
“Forever and then some sounds just fine to me.” I closed my eyes and knew they’d be there when I opened them for each morning to come.
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Two on One Breakaway
Cassandra Carr
Chapter One
Late October
“I got traded.”
“What?” Professional hockey player Derek Gant held a hand over the ear not covered by his phone, trying to hear over the din in the restaurant.
His friend, Ian Terry, repeated, “I got traded.”
Derek looked at the phone, as if it held answers. What the hell? Ian had gotten traded? They wouldn’t be playing together in Colorado anymore? And what about the rest?
“Seriously?”
“Yep, to Buffalo. Remember hearing about Carrier and Blake going into the boards the other day when the Storm played Dallas? Well, he’s out two or three months. They’re looking for someone to take up the slack and then possibly play with him when he returns. They mentioned St. Amant, too. I like Sebastian. I played against him in juniors.”
“Wow.” Derek swallowed, his throat dry.
They worked so well together on the ice and off. He and Ian had been friends for years, and for the past several, they had pursued ménage relationships. They weren’t gay, but both had exhibitionist and voyeuristic streaks. Now, the thought of not having Ian around, as a friend or as part of a ménage, depressed Derek. He didn’t want to rain on Ian’s parade if the other man was excited, but Derek struggled to find the words to encourage Ian.
I got traded, bounced around in his head, but he shook it and concentrated on the words Ian was speaking now.
“You said it. I didn’t expect this. I mean, I know anything can happen in this business, and I guess it just has. This is a total bummer, man. We won’t be playing together anymore. Or, well, you know.” He paused, and Derek understood that meant Ian couldn’t speak freely at the moment.
“True. Hey, could be worse. Buffalo’s a great team, and at least you’ll finally be in the Eastern Conference. Less travel.”
Ian chuckled, but the sound held little humor. “Yeah, less travel. Lucky me. I’ve been in Colorado my entire career. You and I have played together for years. This is going to be weird. I hope it doesn’t suck.”
***
Shortly Before Christmas
Derek picked up the phone, glancing at the caller ID. Ned. Huh. Normally, the team’s general manager didn’t just up and call a player during the season to chat, so something must be up.
“Hey, Ned. What’s up?”
“I just got a call from Buffalo. They want to work out a deal. They like Ian and know you guys are a great one-two punch.”
“Seriously?”Derek’s response came out as little more than a high-pitched squeak, and Ned probably thought he was nuts. Derek hadn’t allowed himself to hope he and Ian would be reunited. Now that appeared to be the case, and Derek’s head swam with a million emotions, most centered around sheer excitement.
“Yeah. I assume you’d be willing to waive your no-movement clause in order to rejoin Ian?”
“Definitely.” Being without Ian for the past eight weeks had felt like playing with only one hand on his stick. And Derek hadn’t been on a date the entire time, either. No woman could excite him without Ian.
“Okay. I’ll let you know once I hear more details.”
“Thanks, Ned.”
“We’ll miss you, but a change in scenery might be good for you. I know you’ve been working your ass off. The effort is there, just not the output since we traded Ian. Honestly, I didn’t think it would be as big a deal as it obviously has been.”
“I didn’t, either. We work well together, obviously, but I didn’t expect to struggle like this.” He let out a breath. I’m going to Buffalo. “I appreciate everything you and the organization has done for me.”
He hung up and then immediately called Ian.
“Hey, man,” Derek said, trying not to sound too excited, but that proved difficult.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I just got an interesting call from Ned.” He grinned, knowing exactly what his friend’s face would look like after being given the information.
“What’d he say?”
“Buffalo wants to trade for me.”
“No shit.”
“I’ll let you know when I hear more.” The details didn’t even matter to Derek. He already had more than enough money to take care of himself for the rest of his life. Really, he just wanted to play hockey and find a woman for Ian and him to love.
“That’s it? You don’t know anymore?” Ian asked.
“All he said. I don’t think the deal is even done yet. I have a limited no-trade clause, so Ned had to get my okay to go forward.”
“I should’ve insisted on that in my last contract negotiation. Well, damn. It would be so cool if you moved here, man. You’d love it.”
“I’m sure. Think the coach would put us on a line together?”
“He’d be a fool not to. I’ll let you know as soon as I hear details.”
“Definitely.”
Derek hung up and sank back into his plush couch. It appeared his life would change soon. He couldn’t wait.
Several hours later, Derek called Ian again. He hadn’t been able to resist beginning to pack, so he took this opportunity to plop onto the couch and take a break.
“It’s done. I just got off the phone with the Storm. Four years, 28 million.”
Ian whistled. “Nice.”
“I thought so,” Derek answered with a laugh. “I’ll fly to join you guys in Boston and sign the contract when I get there.”
“They don’t waste any time. We got here this morning. Luckily since it’s a short flight they let us stay overnight in Philly. The game is at five tomorrow since it’s a Sunday, by the way. I know you hate afternoon games, but you won’t have a choice about your Storm debut.”
Derek grunted. He never played well unless the game took place at night; no doubt because he’d convinced himself he needed
the same routine before every game.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you! I have good news, too.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“I met someone. Her name is Haley, and I think she might be up for our...desires.”
Derek snorted. “You don’t need to hide it, dude. Say it with me—ménage.”
“Yeah, yeah. I always feel like my mom is going to hear.”
“Your parents live in Calgary. I don’t think voices carry that far.”
Ian made a noise. “I know. It’s just...the more I say it out loud, the more likely I’ll blurt it out somewhere I shouldn’t.”
“So tell me about this Haley. What makes you think she’d be interested in a ménage?”
“We’ve seen each other a couple of times, and I told her about you,” Ian answered. “I kind of hinted that we like to share, and she didn’t slap me or make a face. She actually looked, I dunno, intrigued.”
“Hmm. Sounds promising.” His crotch stirred for what seemed like the first time in months.
“She’s gorgeous. A few inches shorter than me, maybe five-six or so, curvy, pale skin and dark hair. She mentioned she’s Irish. Apparently, South Buffalo has a lot of them.”
“You make it sound like Irish people are exotic animals.”
“They are for me. At least a whole bunch of them in one place.”
“I wouldn’t lead with that if you meet her family,” Derek said.
“Meet her family? Perish the thought. We’re having fun.”
Derek’s eyebrows shot up. “How much fun?”
“Not too much. We’re taking it slow.”
“Slow? Seriously? What does that mean?” He’d already begun to look forward to getting back together with Ian to double-team a willing woman. Disappointment briefly dulled his good mood.
“Yes, you horndog, slow. That’s what she wants, and I’m respecting that.”
Laughing, Derek answered, “Okay, I gotta go. Lots to do. It’s been a long time since I moved. Some relocation specialist is supposed to call me, and I need to figure out what to pack for now until my stuff gets to Buffalo.” He chuckled. “Wow, we both play for the Storm. We’re not Stampede players anymore. The Stampede drafted both of us. So weird.”
