He drew me into his side before he said, “I owe you an apology.” At exactly the same time Alec spoke, saying, “I’m sorry.” They smiled at each other, the warmth in their gazes making my insides tingle.
“Please, let me speak first,” Monroe said, and Alec gestured for him to continue. “I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have thrown those rumours in your face. It was hurtful.”
He blew out a breath and rubbed his stubbly beard. The silver hairs were a beautiful contrast against his tanned skin. I wanted to memorize every inch of him. I wanted to trace every part of him with my fingertips and follow with my lips.
“My past is… difficult,” he continued. “I lost nearly everything, and it came far too close to breaking me. I have my daughter and two very good friends to thank for me being here today. When you mentioned the podcast, I immediately went on the defensive, and that wasn’t fair to you.”
“No, me bringing it up wasn’t fair to you. I was angry at the article and the shitstorm on social media. I was even more afraid of my feelings for you. But instead of protecting both of you from the trolls like I should have, I lashed out. I pushed you away. You didn’t even get to ask me if the rumours were true before I started accusing you of keeping secrets—”
“We don’t believe them,” I reassured him, resting one hand on his chest and sliding the other around his waist. “We’re here if you want to talk about them. We’ll both listen, but you don’t have to tell us.”
“Gauthier knows,” Alec admitted. “Or he suspects something.” He pressed his lips into a tight smile. “I want to tell you too. But maybe not right now?”
“We’re here whenever you’re ready,” Monroe offered. He rested his hand on Alec’s shoulder before moving it to his nape and threading his fingers into Alec’s hair. Alec melted into his touch, soaking up the tiny display of affection.
Monroe’s voice pitched deeper when he spoke again and was softer, too, as he promised, “That’s what we wanted to tell you—we’re here. We want to be here for you and with you. I don’t needto know what’s in your past. I’m here now. Cara’s here now. We wanted to put that out in the open.”
“I’m here now too,” Alec murmured. He reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering at my jaw. I licked my lips, and Alec’s eyes darkened. “I need to feel you,” he rasped.
“No celebrations with the team?” Monroe asked, his lips tilting up in a smirk.
“Maybe another time.”
Monroe hummed appreciatively and led us to the bed. He flipped down the covers, sending the pillows tumbling all over the place, and ordered, “Get naked, beautiful.”
Monroe’s words rolled over me like a storm, gathering in intensity as he eyed me like a starving man ready to gorge himself at a Vegas buffet.
I reached for the hem of my jersey, the one with Alec’s number on it, but he stopped me. “I love seeing you wearing my number. It’s like my own stamp of ownership.”
Monroe chuckled and moved behind Alec to slip his jacket off his shoulders. “You’re ours, too, Alec.”
Alec nodded and a needy whimper escaped from his throat. Goodness, he was sexy. Monroe continued, his voice dark and delicious, filled with sinful temptation. “Fill Cara up, Alec. Get her nice and wet and stretched for me so I can feel her pussy hugging my cock.”
Yes.
My kitty throbbed, and Alec moaned softly. Monroe tugged Alec’s tie loose and bit down gently on his shoulder. Alec pushed his butt back, rubbing himself on Monroe like a cat.
“How many times should we make her come?” he asked Roe.
My kitty throbbed, every nerve ending in me lighting up. I rubbed my legs together. My panties were damp, and I was sosensitive that every movement sent shocks of sensation through me.
“We’ll make her legs shake, and when she can’t handle any more, I’ll get my dick inside you, Alec.”
I watched enraptured as Monroe grasped Alec’s butt and squeezed tight. “I want this sexy ass to strangle my dick. I want to see you explode without you touching your cock.”
“Yes,” Alec moaned. “Fuck, I need your dick in me.”
“Cara,” Monroe called, and I startled. I was so focussed on them that I’d zoned out. Monroe moved his hands back to Alec’s shirt and slowly undid each button to reveal a widening sliver of skin. I licked my lips, and Monroe continued, “Show us that pretty pussy, gorgeous. We want to see all your sexy curves.”
I whimpered, flat-out moaned, and reached for my skirt. It was frilly and purple and matched perfectly with my jersey. I slid it down my legs, and the material pooled by my feet. I was left in a new pair of black tights, Chucks, and my jersey. I swallowed. They’d seen me naked before and had made me feel beautiful. I knew this wouldn’t be any different, but it didn’t make it easier to expose myself like that.
Alec fell to his knees before me, and I gasped, anticipation thrumming through my veins. Monroe shifted his hands into Alec’s hair, loosening his bun and letting the strands fall free. He ran his fingers through it, tugging gently on the ends. Alec moaned, stilling as Monroe momentarily played with his hair. When he stopped, Alec took the hint and made quick work of my shoes.
I toed them off and inched my jersey up, wishing he didn’t have quite a prime view of my belly roll curled over the tights around my waist. Alec slid his hands up my legs and pressed his face against the juncture of my thighs, breathing me in. He exhaled long and slow, and I moaned. He moved his handsaround to my butt, palming it as he pressed a line of kisses to my kitty.
Then he nuzzled me with his nose and curled his fingers under my tights. He tugged them down. “Show me your curves, pretty girl,” Alec begged, and it made me brave. I lifted up my jersey and tossed it aside, together with the black thermal shirt I’d worn underneath it.
“Strip everything off, Cara. I need to see you,” Monroe ordered, not taking his eyes off me.
