Zali rolled her eyes, unimpressed, and my skin crawled. I didn’t want to be there anymore. I expected Ryder to get up and talk to them, but it was Flynn who met them. “Boys,” he greeted. “Apparently you played well tonight. Congratulations on the win.”
“Who’s your friend?” Mironov asked. He hadn’t played tonight, and I hadn’t seen him with the team, but he’d apparently walked into the bar at some point.
“I’m not interested,” Zali said, not even turning to face him.
“Why don’t we see if Alec needs a drink?” Monroe whispered in my ear. His warm breath and the deep rumble of his voice sent shivers down my spine.
I’d barely stood up before Alec was there, reaching for me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and guided me away, Monroe plastered to my other side. They marched me across the room and straight out of the bar toward the hotel’s business centre. Alec swiped his key card, and my breath hitched as the door unlatched. Monroe pushed it open and gestured for us to go through. The lights flickered on as we stepped over the threshold.
My heart was beating frenetically, and my legs were shaking. Nervous excitement assaulted me. We were in an office, a semi-public space for guests to use. What did they want to do in here? Anyone could walk in. Anyone could see us. And I was down for all of it.
The door clicked closed behind us, and Monroe flicked the lock. I turned and watched as he closed the blinds, giving us a modicum of privacy.
“You have no idea how it felt on that ice tonight, watching you cheer for me. I’ll never forget it,” Alec whispered.
“Oh, Alec,” I breathed and cupped his face with my hands. His stubble was rough under my fingers, and he towered over me, but in that moment, I knew I had the power to hurt him. But I couldn’t even if I tried. This man, this quiet, unassuming, gentle man just wanted to be loved. He had adoring fans and a group of teammates who I was sure thought the world of him, but he held himself apart. He didn’t give himself lightly, and his admission was a window into his soul.
I went up on tiptoes and Alec met me halfway, brushing his lips over mine. He slid his hand low over my ass and curled the other into my hair, deepening our kiss. His tongue delved past my lips, teasing and tasting me. He consumed me, his kiss turning possessive and urgent in a split second.
“Need you,” he rasped. He dropped his hands and stepped back, the gust of cool air between us a shock to my system. I dropped my hands, even though I wanted nothing more than to reach for him. I blinked open my eyes, searching for him. But he hadn’t gone far. He’d taken a step back. Monroe stood behind him, sliding Alec’s suit jacket off his shoulders. He hung it over the back of the desk chair, and both of them turned to me expectantly. When I met their gazes, my insides ignited. Alec’s pupils were blown, and his lips were puffy, kiss swollen, and wet. Monroe bit down on his lip and adjusted his erection in his jeans.
Alec crashed into me, his lips finding mine and dominating our kiss. He slid his arms around my waist before shifting his hands down and cupping my butt to lift me with ease. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him tight to my body.He pulled my hips toward his and ground against me. The thick ridge of his shaft nudged that sensitive bundle of nerves, and I whimpered, desire flaring inside me like a wildfire.
I was desperate to have him inside me, filling the emptiness there. Monroe shifted, the heat of his body pressing against my back. He kissed my nape and slid his hands down my sides, smoothing them over Alec’s, then delving between my spread legs. I gasped and arched into his touch, thrusting my hips back. I wanted—no,needed—him to touch me. When Alec tightened his grip on my butt and ground against me again, my hips instinctively reversed course. My brain went fuzzy and my nipples tingled, everything hypersensitive to their touch.
Monroe rubbed his hand along my core and groaned. I flushed, heat crawling up my throat and burning my cheeks as I thought about how wet I was and how he would feel it straight through my panties and tights.
“I can’t wait for you to feel how much our pretty girl wants you, Alec. She’s so hot. She’ll be so tight around you.”
Alec growled in response and trailed his lips down my throat, sucking a mark onto my collarbone under the neckline of my jersey. The sharp sting of his teeth and the pull of suction against my skin only ramped up the need quickly overtaking me.
When Monroe skated his other hand down in between my legs, I moaned. My breath caught when the tear of my tights echoed around the room. Alec groaned and rutted against me, taking me higher with every move. Monroe shifted my panties to the side and licked a trail up the side of my throat until his nose nudged the shell of my ear. He nuzzled me there, and I cried out, needing them everywhere.
“What colour are they, beautiful girl?” he asked as he fingered the cotton of my underwear. I shook my head, beyond able to form words, but Monroe continued. “Are they pretty pink, just like you? Or pale purple to match Alec’s jersey?”
I squeezed my eyes closed and nodded. That’s exactly what I’d done. I’d picked my pale purple bra and panties set as a surprise for Alec. I wore his jersey, too, loving the way it highlighted the pale purple flowers on my dress. Monroe had seen it. He’d realized why I’d worn them, and he was telling Alec. He was letting him know exactly how much we wanted him.
“Good girl,” Monroe purred. “We cheer for our guy, don’t we?”
I nodded again, a whimper sounding from my throat as Alec tightened his grip on my hips and cried out himself. Monroe hadn’t stopped moving his fingers, gently brushing them against my kitty. I shivered, and he hummed before pressing a lingering kiss to my throat and sliding his fingers through my wetness. I moaned, which turned into a gasp when Monroe thrust his fingers inside me torturously slowly. He scissored his fingers and pumped them back and forth, my channel clasping him tight.
“You want to be inside our pretty girl, don’t you, Alec?” Monroe asked.
Alec groaned and nodded, his forehead pressed into the crook of my neck as his breaths turned ragged. Monroe’s other hand came around my waist, slipping between us to undo Alec’s belt and unfasten his pants. Alec held his breath, and I groaned in frustration as Monroe pulled his fingers free of my core and pushed Alec’s pants down his hips. Alec’s hard cock slapped against my kitty, and he threw his head back and sucked in a sharp breath. Monroe closed his fist around Alec and pumped him slowly before lining him up and lubing his mushroom-shaped head with my wetness.
I cried out, my moan long and low as Alec sank into me, controlling how quickly I took him into my body. He stretched me tight around his girth and I panted, my muscles tensing as it began to sting. Alec withdrew and I cried out, but he soothed me with the gentle brush of his lips against mine.
“Don’t want to hurt you, pretty girl,” he rasped. “I’ll go slow.”
He pushed forward again, my body accepting him easier this time. He inched inside me bit by bit until he was buried to the hilt. He held me there, not moving, and my core tightened around him, pulsing as if begging him to take me.
“So perfect,” he moaned.
Monroe traced his fingers over where I was stretched around Alec, and my kitty tightened again.
“She likes that, Roe. She’s strangling my dick so good. Want you to feel our girl around you too,” he moaned as he withdrew and thrust forward again.
I leaned my head back, resting it against Monroe’s shoulder, and shivered as I felt him undo his jeans and shove them down his hips. His hardness brushed against the point where Alec and I were connected, the scalding heat of him sending an electric shock through me. He worked his hand up and down his length, dragging his head against my core.
