But I couldn’t bring myself to be disappointed or frustrated, because having Cara and Roe was worth it. I already craved more of them.
But that’s what my issue was. I fell hard and fast for people. When I was in, I was all in. Only a few nights ago, I’d literally been kicked out of the bed of a different man, one who I’d been seeing for nearly two years. A shitstorm was still raining down on my head from the fallout. My team was in tatters, our first-line defence and offence ready to throw down because I wasn’t smart enough to keep it professional. I hadn’t thought out theconsequences of my actions. I’d jumped in with both feet and landed on the commitment train.
Then I’d been tossed off.
I thought I’d loved them. I thought we’d spend years together. Our future as hockey players was always uncertain—we could be traded at any moment. But I figured that as long as we were both playing for the Seals, we’d be together. I’d been wrong.
So how did that end and this begin within a matter of days? They do say that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else. But this didn’t feel like a rebound romance. It wasn’t a way of getting Chris and Kam out of my system.
I’d answered the siren’s call at the airport and looked in Cara’s direction. I’d nearly swallowed my tongue when she’d squeezed in next to me on the bus. Having her curves pressed up against me was a lesson in restraint and I’d been so hard that I could barely grit out the words I’d said to her.
When the tabloids were at the hotel waiting for us, I’d taken the chance to get out of Dodge. But then she’d walked into the building arm in arm with the sexiest silver fox I’d ever seen, and I was gone.
Completely blindsided.
Cara was something else. Sweet and innocent but a vixen in bed. She’d grasped onto the possibility for a threesome with both hands and had jumped in without a moment’s hesitation. I admired her for it.
Sinking into her was like entering nirvana. Paradise. She was hot and tight, and I loved the way her legs wrapped around me and held me in a vise grip. I loved the way her whole body jiggled and her breasts bounced when I slammed into her. The noises she made ramped up my desire so hard that I’d struggled to last longer than thirty seconds.
And then there was Roe. He was something special too. He was everything I was attracted to—a tight, fit body, a deep voicethat rumbled over me like melted chocolate, and a short beard that I was desperate to feel against my ass. But he wasn’t just sex on legs. He was kind, and he put others first. He was gentle, yet commanding too. He had presence. I wanted to bask in him—inthem,if I was being honest—and that was the most terrifying part.
I was jumping in again with both feet. And I couldn’t.
Cara and Roe were made for each other. I had no business interfering in that, just like I’d had no business getting between Chris and Kamirah. I was going to ruin their relationship before it even started.
My groan was loud in the silence of the room, and even the knowledge that I was fucking up again did nothing to deflate my morning wood. I still couldn’t believe what had gone down last night. Memories flashed through my mind’s eye, and I ground my cock against the sheets, the friction making my eyes roll back. They’d both turned me inside out. They’d driven me crazy. Roe had shown Cara how to suck my cock, even though he’d never done it before himself. They’d kissed and licked me until I was barely hanging on by a thread. Then we’d turned our attention back to Cara, and she’d ended up a cum-soaked quivering mess, much like I’d been at the end of the night.
I hadn’t crashed with them despite Cara asking me to. If I got in that bed, I would have crossed lines that they didn’t even know weren’t meant to be crossed—I was the add-on, not their equal. I was there for the fun time, the fantasy.
But I couldn’t bear to leave either. I wasn’t ready to end the night by walking out that door. So I’d stumbled over to the sofa and passed out. Without the ache I still felt in my ass, I would have thought what happened next was a dream. Roe had fucked me into the sofa, using my body to get off—exactly the way I liked it—and left me completely boneless.
Then he’d gone and been all caring and considerate and invited me into their bed. The temptation to stay was overwhelming. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t ruin what they had the potential to create. Chris and Kam were under the spotlight because of me. I’d learned my lesson—there was no way I could risk a repeat.
Being the gentleman I knew he was, Roe had walked me to my door instead. He hadn’t touched me in the corridor despite there being no one around. I knew he wanted to by the way he hovered close to me, reaching for me more than once but dropping his hands the moment he realized what he was doing. I’d swayed on my feet, my body screaming at me for sleep, and he’d straightened me up and opened my door for me.
His filthy side came out to play when he had me behind closed doors. I’d stumbled in, and he’d turned the bed down and stripped off what clothes he could before I faceplanted. Then he’d done the rest, leaving me naked and sprawled out. He’d run his fingers over the small of my back where his cum had pooled and down over my crack. He would have been able to see the cum stains on my skin—I’d certainly felt them—and I’d spread my legs, inviting him to get inside me. I was hungry for an epic dicking, needy and desperate. It wasn’t even the need to come driving me—I’d already had a couple of orgasms—it was the way I could let go with him and trust that he’d completely own my ass. I needed to be wanted, just for that moment. Everything good came to an end, but at least I’d feel him for days.
Roe had brushed his fingers over my cum-sticky hole, and I’d groaned as zaps of electricity shot through me. My dick was as hard then as it was now. He’d palmed my ass, spread my cheeks, and spat on my hole again, then ordered me to stretch myself out and make myself come. I’d nearly erupted on the spot. His dirty demand was an aphrodisiac. He wanted in my ass. He wanted me.
I’d spread wide, showing him exactly how he could take me, and pressed my fingers in as deep as I could. I’d hit my prostate dead-on, and within moments I was riding the edge. My toes were tingling, my balls had drawn up tight, and my cock was leaking precum everywhere. His hands had never left my ass, kneading my cheeks and watching as I took what I needed. He cleaned me up afterward, using my shirt to wipe up the spunk, and said something in that deep, rumbly voice of his that I was too blissed out to understand. The click of the door closing hadn’t even registered until I’d come down from my high, the warmth of his presence lingering with me.
Exhaustion had pulled me under quickly after that, my body giving in to rest after a few gruelling days of emotional turmoil.
I was about to be traded. I had no doubt that my neck was on the chopping block. My agent had warned me that I could go anywhere given what had gone down. This was supposed to be my chance to prove myself, to focus on hockey and hockey alone.
So at the first opportunity, I hook up again.
I was a lost cause.
I stretched out and enjoyed that well-used feeling. But it couldn’t happen again. I had to focus on my game if I wanted there to be any chance of pulling the W out of the jaws of defeat that almost swallowed our practice whole yesterday.
Trying to ignore the heaviness in my gut, I sat up and sighed. I wanted to keep seeing them. But I couldn’t. I needed to focus. The weight session this morning would be a welcome distraction before the few hours of downtime I had. At least I could catch up on sleep before our warmup skate this afternoon.
Five games.
Scoring in all of them.
Winning all of them.
