by Lane Hart
Nixon
I slept great in Cameron’s bed with Kelsey sandwiched between us. And I’m pretty sure Kelsey and Cam are zonked out too until I reach for her and find the rest of the bed empty. Then I hear it…
“Oh! Oh! Ohhh yes! Ohhh God!” coming from the adjoining bathroom even with the door closed.
Fuck.
I do not need this shit. My morning wood is already jutting out of my boxer briefs and making a tent. Add the sex sounds on top of it, and my hand nearly creeps its way right into my underwear without permission.
No, no, no.
No sex the day before a game! Not even masturbating is acceptable.
“Ahh! Ahh! I’m coming!”
Grabbing the pillow from underneath me, I pull it over my head to try to drown out Kelsey’s cries. They only remind me of being inside of her last night…and, god, in the kitchen, was spectacular.
Now Cam’s got her alone in the bathroom, probably fucking her against the shower wall.
Lucky son of a bitch.
…
Cameron
“I’m sorry,” I tell Kelsey as I press my forehead to hers and lower her legs to the shower floor.
I’ve now fucked her a total of three times and made the stupidest mistake of all this morning. Guess I sort of understand what my dad meant about not ever letting a woman sleep over.
I barely slept at all last night with the sweet scent of Kelsey’s hair surrounding me and her warm, soft naked skin pressed against mine. That’s a type of intimacy I’ve never had before, and I’m already craving more of it. Now that I’ve experienced it, I’m pretty certain that I never want to sleep alone again.
Fucking Kelsey again this morning felt like a necessity. I needed to bury myself inside of her and keep her close to me.
By the time the sun came up, I was so horny that I absolutely couldn’t wait any longer to have her. So I carried her to the bathroom for a chance to be alone with her, not even stopping for two fucking seconds to remember I needed protection.
“Sorry? For what?” Kelsey asks, eyes still heavy-lidded from sleep and lust as she spears her fingers through the sides of my now wet hair. “One hell of a wakeup?”
“No. I didn’t use a condom,” I explain while glancing down to watch as my bare cock slips free from her pussy and then the cream filling quickly follows.
“Oh,” she says, her face not as concerned as I expected.
“Waking up together, then going down on you in here got me so worked up that I had to be inside of you…”
“It’s okay, as long as you’re clean,” she tells me. “I’m on the pill.”
“Good,” I say in an exhale of relief. “And yeah, of course, I am. I’ve never not used a condom before. With you…everything was so good and so frantic that I didn’t even think about it until I was coming.”
“Maybe that’s why it felt so much better,” Kelsey replies with a grin.
“I don’t get any credit for any of it?” I tease now that the possible crisis has been averted.
“A little credit I guess.”
“You guess?” I echo. “I had you screaming like one of those chicks in a horror film.”
“I was not,” she huffs.
“Were too,” I tell her with a kiss on lips and then her jaw, moving up to her ear.
“It’s just the bathroom acoustics,” she argues.
“Well, then, we’ll have to fuck in here more often, because I like it,” I tell her with a brush of the tip of my tongue in her ear that makes her squeal and squirm. Her fingers tug brutally on my hair until I finally relent.
“But seriously,” I say when we both stop laughing. “This isn’t just a repeat of the Christmas party, is it?”
“What do you mean?” she asks, lowering her arms to drape them over my shoulders and around my neck.
“You’re gonna keep coming over, right?” I blurt out.
“Maybe,” she answers.
“That’s better than a no, I guess.”
“Possibly yes, with a few conditions.”
“Name them,” I tell her.
“I won’t pick between you and Nixon. There’s not gonna be a winner or a loser,” she says, brown eyes locked with mine and dead serious.
“Okay,” I agree, even though she’ll have to pick. Eventually.
“So that means he’s a part of this, and I won’t see him without you either.”
“Every time?” I ask with a cringe.
“Every time.”
“He’s not here now and we had fun, didn’t we?” I point out.
“He’s just in the other room, so we’re not seeing each other behind his back.”
“Fine,” I agree. “What else?”
“As long as the three of us are doing this, I don’t want either of you to tell anyone or sleep around.”
“Not a problem,” I say.
“Even on a road trip, hundreds of miles away?” she asks.
“I’m not a sex addict,” I tell her. “Sure, I may have slept with lots of girls, but that’s because I didn’t have a reason not to before now.”
“Will you be honest with me if you do sleep with someone else? It’s not just about honesty and trust. It’s not safe…”
“I promise I’ll tell you, but it won’t happen,” I assure her. “And we’ll use condoms from now on.”
“If you and Nixon show me proof that you’re all clear, I’ll do the same, and then we won’t have to worry about condoms, right?” she asks the equivalent of giving me and Nixon the keys to paradise.
“No condoms?” I repeat.
“No condoms if that’s okay with Nixon too.”
“Oh, I’m sure it will be. He’s probably never gone bareback since it’s the kiss of death for a professional athlete. You know, baby mama drama?”
“I’ve taken my pills religiously for three years, so you can trust me.”
“Good,” I agree. “I was just tested a few weeks ago, but for you I’ll let them shove a Q-tip in my dick hole again so that you’ll know for sure.”
“Thanks,” she says with a grin. “I haven’t been with anyone but you two since my last checkup, so I think I’m okay.”
“So you and Lathan never…I mean, I wasn’t sure if he was bisexual or not or if you were just his beard,” I say.
“I think Lathan may be bisexual, but we never had sex,” she answers when she pushes away from the wall. Stepping under one of the showerheads, she begins washing her hair. “I may have tried and gotten turned down.”
“You did?” I ask as I watch her.
“Yeah, how stupid, right? It was so embarrassing, and then ending things when everyone thought we tied the knot…”
“You were a beautiful bride,” I tell her, causing her to pause in her shampooing to look over at me.
“That’s right, you and Nixon were at the wedding.”
“We were,” I tell her since we drove to Elon together. “And I remember thinking that Lathan was a lucky guy.”
“No, you didn’t,” she laughs and goes back to rinsing her hair. “I bet you were thinking he’s nuts and why would he want to be tied down.”
“I did not,” I argue. “I was shocked that I had never noticed how beautiful you were the times I had been at Quinton’s or seen you at the stadium.”
“That was just the makeup and professional hair styling.”
“The dress was nice too,” I tell her. “I remember thinking that, if I were Lathan, I would have to skip the reception or go late so that I could fuck my bride in her wedding gown. I was betting you had on a white garter belt underneath, but Nixon bet you were only wearing a white thong. It’s really a shame that no one got to see or enjoy that pleasure.”
“It was garters,” she says simply as she rubs a sudsy loofa over her chest and down her stomach. “And Lathan did see.”
“God, he must be gay if he got a look and still didn’t fuck you,” I mutter.
“He was in love with Paxton,” Kelsey replies with
a grin.
“Do you still have the garters? And the dress?” I ask.
“Yeah, of course. Not that I’ll wear it to my next wedding or anything…Actually, I don’t want to get married again.”
“You don’t?” I say in surprise, because if anyone was meant to be a loving wife who takes care of her husband, it would be her.
“No way. I had a beautiful wedding, a wonderful, handsome groom, and from the outside it was perfect. But none of it was real, proving that no marriage is. Most husbands cheat anyway, so why bother?”
“Guess I can agree with that,” I tell her. “My parents divorced when I was a kid and neither remarried.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Kelsey says. “My parents have been happily married for thirty years, but I’m still not convinced that it will happen for me.”
Maybe Kelsey’s right about marriage not being all it’s cracked up to be. But for the first time in my life, I’m starting to think I could possibly be ready to settle down with one woman, not marriage specifically, just to try giving the whole serious commitment thing a try.
Too bad that the one woman who has me considering such a brand-new idea doesn’t want to stop fucking my best friend. That’s probably for the best for now since I need to concentrate on being the best wide receiver I can be on the field to try and keep my spot on the team. In a few weeks, once the season is over and contract negotiations have been settled, then we’ll see what happens.
Chapter Twenty
Kelsey
“Hi, Callie!” I say in greeting when I walk through the door at her and Quinton’s house. “Guess what. I’m going to the game with you! Are you on the seven o’ five flight to Boston tonight?” I ask.
“Ah, yeah. So I guess we’re taking Brady with us?” she asks, reminding me that I was supposed to stay here with him.
“Oh. Right. Shoot! Would it be okay if he comes? He can sleep in my hotel room…”
“Of course we can bring the little guy. And he’ll stay in our room. Quinton will love having him there.”
“Good,” I say in relief. “So I better get packed.”
“Any particular reason you’re going to this away game?” Callie asks when she follows me down the hallway to the guest room that I sleep in.
“Could be two reasons,” I reply with a grin.
“Is that where you went after dinner last night?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Did you have fun?”
“I did. It was great, and the guys want me to come to the game,” I tell her.
“And how did your friends react to the guys blowing them off after their dates?” Callie asks.
“I warned Holly and Betsy beforehand that it was just dinner and not to expect more from two serial players. And they messaged me afterwards saying there wasn’t even the slightest spark.”
“Yet you went home with both?” she asks.
“I did, but I know what I’m getting myself into, so I’m not gonna get hurt,” I tell her as I go over and pull my luggage from the closet.
“I thought you were swearing off football players after Lathan. Especially unavailable ones.”
“All I’m doing is having a good time with two handsome men who I like being with, nothing serious,” I reply. “What’s wrong with that? Don’t I deserve a little fun?”
“Can you see yourself with one of them long term?”
“Nope, because neither guy thinks about the long term when it comes to women.”
“And you aren’t worried they will cheat on you?”
“Not when they’ll rat each other out in a heartbeat,” I say with a grin.
“Unless they both cheat and then make each other promise not to tell you…” she points out, which makes me cringe. “Could that be the reason why you’re flying to this away game? To keep an eye on them?”
“No,” I answer even if her guess is partially true. “I want to go cheer them on. There are only two more games this season.”
“You’re a sweet girl, Kelsey. I just hope that you know what the hell you’re doing so you won’t get screwed over.”
“I’ll be okay,” I tell her. “Do I think this is gonna last more than a few weeks? God, no. And I’m okay with that. I accept it. I’m sure the guys understand. They’ll get bored with sharing me, and then we’ll all go our separate ways. End of story.”
“Good luck, girl. You’re gonna need it,” she says with a hand on my shoulder. “Now I’m going to go pack up for Brady so we can get to the airport.”
…
Cameron
I’m running late to catch the team’s plane for Boston since my morning was a little busy with Kelsey.
Fuck, was it busy as hell. And good. So damn good in the shower, especially since Nix wasn’t there to butt in.
Speak of the devil, his silver Audi Sport pulls up beside my Tacoma before I can climb out with my duffle bag. Looking over, Nix sees me, and then his scowl turns into a grin as he jumps out of his car and slams the door with his bag thrown over his shoulder.
Oh, it’s on.
No way am I gonna let him beat me to the plane. I’m out of the truck a second later and running at full speed with my bag clenched in my fist, no time to slow down and toss it over my shoulder. That could cost me valuable seconds in the foot race to the plane’s empty stairs, because apparently everyone else was on time.
I pump my arms and legs until I pass Nix, laughing all the way to the first step.
Oh, but he doesn’t give up that easily.
He grabs a handful of my shirt, an illegal horse-collar move, to jerk me backward so that he can get up the stairs first. So what do I do? I grab his ankle, sending him to his knees on the stairs and then try to climb over him.
“Hines! Lopez! Get your asses on this plane before I leave you both here!” Coach Griffin says from the top of the stairs. I scramble up first, grinning when I reach him and turning around to rub it in Nixon’s face.
“Ha! I won,” I taunt.
“Fucker,” Nix mutters.
“Get your asses in your seats so we can take off,” Coach tells us.
But of course, since we’re the last on, there are only two seats left, side by side, right behind Coach. Awesome.
I hurry down the aisle, greeting a few teammates with fist bumps as I go and then hoist my bag up into the overhead compartment before taking the window seat.
“Dammit. Could I just ride in the cargo area?” Nix asks when he approaches our row.
“Sit down!” Coach yells from the next row, so neither of us says another word but do as we’re told. I barely get my seat belt buckled before the plane starts rolling.
“Thanks, dickhead. Now Coach is pissed at us,” Nix grumbles as he takes his seat.
“How is it my fault that you were late?” I ask him.
“You took forever in the shower this morning.”
Lowering my voice, I say, “Oh, I’m sorry that you slept in my bed last night and insisted on using my shower even though there are two others in the house. And no one fucking asked you to stay over all night. Why don’t you get ready at your own place next time, huh?”
“Kelsey wanted me there, so shut the hell up,” he argues quietly. “And I like the double showerhead…”
“Kelsey does too,” I tell him with a grin. “But you probably heard just how much she was enjoying it this morning, right? She swears it was the bathroom acoustics, but I’m pretty sure my tongue and cock had a little something to do with it too.”
“Whatever,” Nix mutters, and then I see him try to reach down and subtly adjust himself, which makes me grin even bigger. Why do I like knowing my best friend, or former best friend, gets turned on hearing about me and Kelsey together? Probably because I sure as fuck know that I get hard as a rock when I watch him fuck her. Last night in the kitchen was so epic that I came in my own hand as nothing but a mere spectator.
But then that makes me worry that jerking off while watching my friend and another girl I’m sle
eping with together may be a little fucked up. The way Nix was hammering into her, though, like he couldn’t get deep enough or take her hard enough was hot. And that may or may not have been what I was thinking about when I tried to replicate it with Kelsey in the shower this morning…
“I’m fucking her first tomorrow night after the game,” Nix informs me, and it’s weird, but I don’t even feel the urge to fight him on it.
“Fine, because I’m gonna fuck her tonight,” I tell him.
“Are you kidding!” he exclaims. “Tonight? You need to be focusing on the game, not pussy!”
“You’re just jealous,” I tell him. When he doesn’t respond, I ask, “Do you want to watch?”
“Yes,” he says at first, but then, “No. Hell no. I can’t.”
“Aw, come on,” I tell him. “You have to.”
“What are you talking about?” he asks. “You want me there?”
“No,” I say, because I don’t want him there. Well, I sort of do, but not if he’s gonna be an ass. “It’s not up to me,” I explain. “That’s one of Kelsey’s rules.”
“Oh, that’s right,” he mutters and then chuckles. “So then I guess you’re shit out of luck, dude.”
“Should’ve known you would be a dick about it,” I huff.
“If my cock can’t participate, then yours can’t either,” he replies, which is just freaking great.
“Well, just remember that it works both ways,” I remind him. “And Kelsey said we could go bareback if we showed her our test results, so there’s that incentive…”
“Nice,” Nix says. Then after a pause, “What are we doing?”
Glancing out the plane’s tiny window and watching the runway go by, I say, “Ah, I’m pretty sure we’re getting ready for takeoff.”
“No, dumbass. I meant what are we doing, you know, with Kelsey?”
Whispering, I say, “Unless I’m mistaken, I’m pretty sure we’re both fucking her.”
“I know that, but why?” Nix asks. “What is it about her that has us both pussy-whipped? And you even broke your golden rule for her after how many years? It can’t just be about great sex, can it?”
