Love of the Game - The Complete Collection (Box Set)

by Shayne McClendon

  Too easy, darling.

  Leaning forward, Harley took his balls in her mouth. First separately, sucking carefully, then taking the entire sac in the moist heat of her mouth.

  Beck whimpered above her. “Feels so good, Harley.” He pulled back and gave her back his dick. “A little deeper, baby. I’m going to go a little harder.” She nodded.

  Her eyes began to water and she controlled her breathing through her nose the way Dex taught her.

  “I can’t take much more. I want to come on your nipples.” She moaned around his length and he looked surprised that she didn’t object. “I love your nipples…I’ve always wanted to see them covered in my come. Fuck…I’m coming.”

  He pulled back and she watched him stroke his cock as she cupped the undersides of her breasts and offered them up. His semen splattered over her and he moved so both breasts received what he gave her. Opening her mouth, his breath stumbled and he set the head against her lower lip so he could watch his come spurt against her tongue.

  When he was done, she swallowed and lightly sucked the slickness from the tip. Taking a step back, he watched as she massaged his come into her skin. Her smile was smug as he shuddered.

  Crouching in front of her, he looked confused. “I wasn’t that way…before, was I?” She shook her head. “How did you know that about me, Harley?”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Dex lifted her from the floor and they snuggled on either side of her in bed.

  Harley smiled at them. “First, I want to ask you a question, and you have to be honest. If I were one of your casuals, would you take exactly what you wanted?”

  Beck’s face was turned to her. “That’s different, Harley. We love you and respect you. We can’t just spring all this shit on our wife…it’s liable to scare the hell out of you. Send you running.”

  “I see. Women who mean nothing to you, who are willing to put out once, they get the real you. They get the chance to give you what you want and what you need.” Crossing her arms behind her head, she stared at the ceiling.

  “While the woman you want to live with day in and day out gets gentle vanilla. Don’t you think a year of that might make you a little…anxious? Not getting what you need from me, especially for a long time, would eventually lead you to temptation. Can you see my reasoning?”

  Their hands moved over her lovingly and Harley loved how they stroked her just because they could. They were silent for a long time. It was Beck who understood what she was saying.

  “I think I see your reasoning more than Dex ever could. It isn’t that I wanted to be fake with you, Harley. I just…I didn’t want you to think I was some fucking freak out to use you. I’m not that man anymore. I swear I’m not.”

  “I know you’re not. That’s why I want to keep you both happy here. The odds are against me already, one woman for two men. I don’t know if I’ll be enough for you sexually as it is. I’m getting a lot out of this, a hell of a lot more than either of you are. I have two men, translating into four hands, two mouths, two cocks, and endless possibilities.”

  It was hard not to consider the possible landmines of a relationship like theirs.

  “I’m just one woman. If you’re not honest, if you’re not taking what you need, telling me what you want, I can’t give you what will satisfy you. If you aren’t satisfied with me, you will find satisfaction elsewhere. There is no way I can handle that.”

  “Harley…”

  She shook her head. “If you ever do feel that way, be honest and I’ll understand. It would hurt, but better hurt than hate. I need you both to understand that. You’re pro basketball players and millions of women want you. I won’t worry if I make sure that what you really want, what you truly need…is being supplied right here, by me.”

  Dex traced his finger over her cheek. “You know, because we’ve behaved no better than walking hormones for so long, you think sex is the main thing. It isn’t. You do more for me in one night than all my casual experiences combined because you offer the added component of your love, your understanding, and your genuine pleasure in pleasing us.”

  He leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth. “As fantastic as tonight was, I was fine with gentle vanilla. Eventually, I’d have gotten rougher with you and Beck would have played his games but we would have raced home to you no matter what.

  Stroking his palm over her belly, Beck smiled. “You knew us before we played ball, Harley. We hurt you and screwed you over before we ever had agents, contracts, or fat bank accounts. We hurt one of our oldest friends, someone we’d loved for so long. If you’d called us after we signed with the Suns and said send me a blank check, you shits, we would have done it.”

  “We won’t ever hurt you,” Dex told her gently. “We won’t cheat on you with a single one of those rabid fans because none of them comforted me when my dad died last year, or allowed Beck to take so much from them at eighteen because he was messed up, or loved us…really loved us after everything happened and the dust settled. None of those women could ever be you.”

  Beck kissed her fingers. “I love you so much, Harley.” He placed her palm against his cheek and closed his eyes. “No more insecurity about our love and devotion to you. It will take time to work out all the details but we’re committed to making it work.”

  “Now…how the hell did you know so much about our sexual kinks?”

  Harley smiled. “Do you really want to know?” Both men nodded.

  “Remember that cheerleader all three of you dated in tandem the first half of your senior year? The one with the fake tan and bad dye job?” Their eyes got a strange, trapped expression. “I see you remember.”

  “This is going to be bad.” Dex looked positively terrified.

  “Maybe we should leave this alone,” Beck offered desperately.

  Harley grinned. “Too late, lover.” They groaned. “As you know, Bailey was also a cheerleader. I always had track or soccer after school so we were all in the locker room at the same time…day after day after day. Did you know that?”

  They closed their eyes and shook their heads in dread.

  “Bailey and I called her Slutarific – she used to love to torture us about you. We asked her repeatedly to stop and she told us real men didn’t want little girls like us. Her favorite response was be jealous. Between my athletic ability and my best friend’s evil mental skills, she should have feared for her life. Alas, she was far too stupid.”

  “Jesus Christ.”

  “That one was a regular revolving door and for months, you three used her door more than anyone else. She’d come in Monday afternoons and give anyone who would listen the scoop.”

  Dex pressed his finger and thumb into his eyes. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

  “Please tell me you’re kidding, Harley.”

  “Nope, you can ask Bailey. Everyone within earshot knew your sizes, stamina, favorite positions, and so on. She called you guys the Three Fuckateers…that’s cute, right? I know we loved that nickname. Then she would flash her hickies and shit to make sure we saw them. It was months of good times, let me tell you.”

  “This is awful…fucking awful.”

  “One Monday, Slutarific comes in all proud of herself. She goes on and on about her triple-hitter. How she bagged all three Fuckateers over the three-day weekend. Gushed about where she fucked you, how she fucked you, and how much you loved it.”

  “Fuck…”

  “Oh my god, no.”

  “It was raining that day so everyone had to practice inside. We go out to the big gym and I’m doing soccer drills. I heard her say that she’d really consider it a win if she could get her orgy on and that she was going to talk to you guys about it the next weekend.”

  Harley cracked her knuckles. “I could hit a three-inch soccer target the length of the field.” She shrugged. “Hitting her nose from twenty feet was a cakewalk.”

  Both men gasped in shock and stared at her in hysterical surprise.

  �
��Bailey goes running over to help her fellow cheerleader with a towel. She pressed the shit out of her face, pretending she was trying to stop the bleeding. Real quiet, she told her that her good times were over for a while and if she brought any of you up in public again that I’d get her worse.”

  “Holy shit, you’re terrifying,” Beck said with respect.

  “I pretended that I was devastated and the coach saw the whole thing. It was a horrible accident, truly regrettable, thank goodness for Bailey’s quick thinking to stop the bleeding. She didn’t show her face for months. She switched to homeschool.” She sighed. “Bailey couldn’t get her physically alone and I had planned to try talking to her again. That last day…I was done talking.”

  She grinned. “Took four surgeries to get her nose right but…on the bright side, she’s a porn star now so her skill set came in handy.”

  The two of them laughed so hard they had to sit up to keep from passing out.

  “Anyway, I never forgot the things she shared. As much as I truly hated that bitch, after the accident, when you first came back in my life, I started doing research. Men tend to develop their specific sexual tastes around eighteen.” She rolled her eyes.

  “I figured what worked on you then would work on you now. I have a lot of time on my hands. I bought erotica and porn specializing in certain topics and studied them. Ended up masturbating a lot…my god, I started to worry I had a problem.” Her grin was huge.

  “There you have it, my dirty little secret, and how I knew the key to yours.”

  “Promise me you will only use your powers for good,” Dex whispered in awe.

  “Fuck that! Use them for very bad and nasty things,” Beck said with a snort.

  They laughed and talked until the sun went down.

  It was several hours later when Harley opened her eyes. She was snuggled warmly between the two men.

  Dex was curled around her back, his arms under her head and across her upper body cupping a breast. The tops of his thighs were against the back of hers.

  Beck was in front of her on his back, her arm over his chest, her thigh thrown over his abdomen. His hands curled around her limbs.

  She listened to them breathe and sighed in happiness. “I could not love any men on Earth as much as I love the two of you.”

  “Harley, if you knew the complete overflow of my heart right now, you’d think I was a chick. I can’t even describe it,” Dex said against the back of her head.

  Beck turned to look at her. She stroked his face, smoothed his shaggy blonde hair out of his pretty blue eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Harley. I’m so happy to see you when I open my eyes.”

  She kissed his face all over.

  The next morning, the sun was just peeking over the horizon when Harley woke to Beck watching her sleep. “Lexie will be back tomorrow. I want to play a lot today. Just wait until I pull out role-play on Dex. He’s going to flip the fuck out.”

  Dex’s hips thrust of their own volition against her backside.

  She winked at Beck. “See?”

  “You’re an amazing submissive, Harley.”

  “I won’t always do as I’m told since I find being spanked very nice. I can’t wait until you break out the restraints and blindfolds for me, Beck. I’m so curious.”

  His heart rate sped up under her hand.

  “Right now, I’m going to pee and shower. Alone so I can do the girl stuff we don’t always like an audience for, capice?” They chuckled. “Do what you need to, but come back here. I’d love snuggle more.” She kissed them both loudly.

  Climbing off the bed, she grabbed her bag and walked into the bathroom.

  The friends went to their own bathrooms to handle morning business and shower. They returned to her room and stripped her bedding as they were starting to do every morning. When fresh sheets covered the mattress, they settled back on the pillows, checked their phones, and waited for her.

  They talked like the old friends they were. Who just happened to be buck-ass naked in the same bed while they waited for the woman they both loved.

  When the door to the bathroom opened, their jaws dropped in shock.

  Harley stood in the doorway dressed in full firefighter gear. The loose yellow pants showed her tiny black panties underneath. On her torso, she wore only a matching black bra and the suspenders to the pants, the jacket spread open and off one shoulder.

  Her hair was loose under the firefighter helmet, lifted to show her face with two little black smudges on each cheek. She wore heavy Doc Martens on her feet.

  Harley’s body was hard under the clothing and they immediately had cocks to match.

  With a frown, she announced in an authoritative voice, “This place should have been evacuated, boys. What are you still doing here? Are you in need of assistance?”

  Both men rolled to their knees and smiled.

  Harley watched as they palmed their cocks and stroked lazily.

  Fuck yes…it looked like assistance would definitely be required.

  Epilogue

  Two years later…

  “Harley Marie Jamison…how long have you been in labor?” Her mother shouted from where she stood above the bed.

  “Damn it! My water didn’t break! I thought it was gas!”

  Shouting for Beck and Dex, she issued orders like a drill sergeant and dared anyone to question her. While she talked, she helped Harley sit up and put her sandals on.

  “Get the car, get the bag, call Bailey to bring Lexie to the hospital later, call ahead to let them know we’re coming so they sneak Harley in the back, and hurry the hell up! Lexie crowned within minutes of this brat getting into a bed.”

  “You’re just being mean, Mom.”

  “Damn right…waddle your ass to the car.”

  As they passed Harley’s bathroom, Regina ducked in and grabbed towels. With a smile, she said cheerfully, “This car isn’t a rental, darling.”

  “This entire process is just disgusting.”

  “Wonderful, isn’t it?” She wrapped her arm around her waist. “Your father and brother are going to be so mad they missed this. We thought we had a few more days.”

  They moved slowly toward the front door and she knew one of the men better already have the car out of the garage or her mom was going to lose her shit entirely. They had to stop once as a contraction doubled her over.

  Like the two-time NBA Champions they were, Beck had the car out, the doors open, and waited while Dex scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and set her in the front seat Regina covered with towels.

  “You can’t sit in the back, lunatic. You’re too tall.”

  It was too much for her poor mother. “Shut up! You are going to have this kid right here! Dex, close the fucking door!”

  The expectant father was already a nervous wreck and she felt awful that he had to fold himself into the narrow backseat. As the tallest, he never sat in the back.

  Unfortunately, Beck was the only one calm enough to drive.

  He not only broke the speed limits on the way to the hospital, they picked up a cruiser with flashing lights about halfway there.

  Beck didn’t stop. Instead, he instructed Dex to dial the station and hand him the phone.

  “This is Beckham Pierce with the Phoenix Suns.” He gave the make, model, and license plate of the car they were driving. “We have a pregnant woman in labor in our vehicle and a cruiser behind us. I’m not stopping this car. I’ll happily take the ticket when I get to the emergency room.”

  He listened for a moment, asked Dex to give him the number on the patrol car, said thank you, and hung up his cell.

  “It’s horrible to talk while driving without a hands-free device. I did a fucking PSA on it last year. Forgot the damn thing on the bedside table.”

  Harley laughed. She couldn’t help it.

  Then her water broke and Dex must have imagined every horrifying scenario that had befallen pregnant women around the world.

  “Oh my fucking god! Get her to th
e hospital! You need to hurry, go faster!”

  “Dude. Chill the fuck out.”

  “Should I not mention that I really want to push?” Dex actually screamed in the back. “Just kidding. I couldn’t help myself.”

  Her laughter got worse as her mother’s eyes closed. “Harley. I swear if you laugh another baby into the world while we are still three miles from the nearest doctor, I will never forgive you.”

  Naturally, that didn’t help at all.

  By the time they pulled into the underground garage where they’d pre-arranged for Harley to be snuck inside, she really did need to push.

  “Okay…all kidding aside, we have to hurry.”

  Without waiting for a wheelchair, Dex picked her up and ran inside. “We need a room! She’s delivering right now!”

  The nurses did their best to conceal their shock that one of the Suns star players was standing in front of them but they tripped over themselves and each other to help him out.

  Bailey called her cell and she picked up giggling. “Well shit, Harpy. I can tell we won’t make it before you pop out that kid.” Harley could hear the smile in her voice.

  “I am not making toast, Bailey.”

  “Agreed, toast is nowhere near as disgusting. I’m bringing Lexie and we’ll see you when they move you to a regular room. I love you, girl.”

  “I love you guys. Tell Lexie everything is great and we’ll see you soon.”

  Regina pulled away her panties and shoes. The second she glanced under her dress, she murmured, “There isn’t going to be time for a gown. The baby’s head is right there.”

  Dex laid her down where instructed and stared at Regina in confusion. “The head…the baby’s head? You can see it?” Her mother nodded.

  Knowing he was making a big mistake, but unable to stop him, her huge man peeked under her dress and wavered dangerously on his feet as Beck walked in looking completely calm.