The chorus of our moans and groans was loud in the quiet room, but I couldn’t help it. These two men were worshipping me between them, and when Monroe reached around and fingered my clit, I bit back my shout as my orgasm slammed into me.
My kitty clenched tight around Alec’s length, rhythmically pulsing as ecstasy washed over me. Alec’s moan was illicit. Monroe growled, his hand speeding up before the hot splash of his cum landed on my skin. Alec’s cock throbbed deep inside me before he painted my core with jet after jet of cum. The knowledge that it was me who’d made both of them so desperate and needy to take me in an office was overwhelming in the best possible way. They worshipped me, their lips trailing over my sweat-damp skin as Alec slowly withdrew.
The emptiness hit me first, but Monroe was there, his hand still between my legs as he resituated my panties. “I want youto wear us all night, sweet girl. When you feel how wet you are, I want you to think about how crazy we are for you. You’re beautiful, Cara. We want you so much.”
“You have me. All of me.”
“Good.” Alec nuzzled my throat, and the burn of his beard prickled my skin. “I need to get back out there, but I want you with me. I want to introduce you to Gauthier and Hewitt.”
“I know them,” I replied, confused and happier than he would ever know that he didn’t want to keep me a secret. No matter how short our tryst was going to be, I wanted it. I wanted it all.
“But they don’t know that I like you.” The smile tilting up Alec’s lips slipped, and he tensed. He sucked in a breath and opened his mouth as if to say something. He closed it again and exhaled heavily. Whatever he wanted to say was weighing on him. “There’s something you—”
“It can wait,” I responded. I cupped his cheek again and shifted, scrunching up my nose at the wetness between my legs.
Alec’s pupils flared, and that wicked smirk he had lit up his face again. He looked like the cat that got the cream. “You’ll feel us both all night, won’t you?” he goaded.
“So will you,” Monroe retorted, his gaze filled with heat.
Alec groaned and tugged his boxer briefs up before tucking himself back in. He zipped up, draped his jacket over his forearm, and returned to stand in front of me. He brushed my cheek with his thumb and ran it over my bottom lip.
“You look thoroughly fucked. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Alec grasped my hand and checked that Monroe was presentable again before opening the door. He made sure the coast was clear and then gestured for me to head out first.
Each time I took a step, I felt it. My kitty was swollen and wet, and their essence coated my upper thighs. I smelled of sex and them, and it was hotter than I ever thought it would be. It was asif they’d marked me, made me theirs, and I was carrying around the evidence of it.
Now I understood breeding kinks.
Alec led me to the table where Jackie and Carter Hewitt were sitting with Beckett Rune, the team’s AC and goalie, and Jakob Kreutzmann, the second line left wing.
What am I doing? Am I really going to sit here with them, pretending I didn’t just have sex?I could already feel the beard burn making my throat red and inflamed. It was going to be obvious to anyone who bothered to look.
I looked over my shoulder at my friends. Zali wouldn’t care whether anyone knew what she’d been up to. I could fake that confidence. Maybe.
Jackie’s smile turned strained when he saw Alec holding my hand. My gut sank. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea at all.
He eased himself up and pulled two chairs over while Monroe broke away from us to look for a third. But the bar was full.
“Roe,” Alec called. “Don’t sweat it.” He pulled me onto his lap when he sat down, and I squeaked, then flushed hard with embarrassment. “There’s plenty of room,” Alec added and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me securely. “Guys, um… Cara and I are getting to know each other.”
I smiled, hoping that it didn’t look like a grimace. I was wet, covered in cum, and now I was sitting on his lap. I was about to leave a mess all over his suit pants. My “Hi-llo” was barely more than a squeak.
“How about I get us some drinks?” Monroe asked. I could have kissed him right then and there.
“Yes please,” I breathed. “Something alcoholic.” I grimaced. “But it has to be sweet. Please.”
“Not a problem,” he said warmly with a smile that made my belly flip-flop. “Hux?” he asked. This time, his voice was flat, utterly devoid of any emotion.
“Could you get me a ginger beer?” Alec asked.
He was either ignoring Monroe’s reaction or completely blind to it. I didn’t know what was worse, especially when Monroe clenched his jaw, pressed his lips in a flat line, and nodded. He spun on his heels and strode to the bar. The cool rush of air he left in his wake was nothing compared to the frost rolling off him.
I watched Monroe walk away, and my heart squeezed with every step he took. His back was rigid, too straight for his normal laid-back posture. I hadn’t realized it before, but Monroe hadn’t called Alec “Hux” for a while, not since before we’d slept together that first time. I swallowed and bit my lip, worrying it as I contemplated the what ifs.
Did Monroe like Alec too? They hadn’t been afraid of touching each other either time we’d been together. I’d put it down to them seeing that it turned me on. But maybe it was more than that. Monroe confided in me that he and Alec had gotten off again together while I was asleep. He’d been uncertain about my reaction. He worried that I’d be upset. But how could I be? They weren’t upset when they realized I wanted both of them. They gave me exactly what I wanted. It’d be wrong of me to think that they couldn’t also have the same with each other.
And now Monroe looked angry.
No, he looked hurt.
