“You like that, don’t you?” he murmured against my throat before he licked my Adam’s apple. “You want your roommate to come over here and join us? Put those talented fingers to use?”
“Yesss,” I hissed. “Fuck, just the thought….”
“You want his dick in our mouths?” Travis asked, and I saw stars.
I arched up and cried out again, my dick pulsing as my orgasm crashed into me. Liquid heat flew through my veins, my body shaking as I unleashed, pouring jet after jet of cum between us. The slick lubed Travis’s way, and he snapped his hips harder—once, twice, then followed me over the edge, pumping his cum onto my belly.
We were breathing hard, the wetness between us leaking onto my sheets and down my crack. Travis rocked his hips again, and my still-half-hard dick twitched. I groaned and slid my hands up his back holding him in place while I kissed him again. This time it was a lazy kiss, our tongues touching and retreating familiarly. I was sated, literally lying in a puddle of goo, and yet, I could have done this all night.
“He’s hot, isn’t he?” Travis asked, then pressed another kiss to my jaw. He didn’t need to name who he was talking about.
“Yeah. I can’t keep my eyes off him.” I angled my head to give him more room. I ran my foot down Travis’s leg, the crisp hairs of his thick calf against the arch of my sole were a reminder of exactly who was in my bed. Butterflies fluttered in my belly, the realization of just how right it was between Travis and me as reassuring as it was exciting as fuck. I’d looked before and I’d once kissed a boy, but I’d still wondered, unsure whether I really was pansexual or just curious. Now I knew. Now I had no doubt. I already wanted to do it again. I just hoped Travis did too. I ran my gaze over Rusty’s sleeping form and the desire, the want, for him to be right next to us was overwhelming.
four
Carina - Then
Jacquespulledhismouthguardout, and I swallowed. He’d grown into a beautiful man, but when he smiled, he was breathtaking.
“Carina, you made it,” Jacques bellowed over the roar of the crowd.
His gaze didn’t leave mine, and my cheeks heated. Butterflies took flight, and my heart beat too hard. I giggled self-consciously. Jacques looked especially happy with himself, and it only made things worse. My belly flip-flopped, and his smile turned into a smirk that was downright filthy.
“The team is going out to celebrate. You should join us,” Jacques said to me.
I heard Cara’s refusal, but I couldn’t look away. I was captivated by this young man who’d changed so much since he was a pimply teenager.
He unclipped his helmet and took it off. His sweaty hair was a mess, but it made no difference to his attractiveness.
“Where?” I asked on the spur of the moment.
Jacques grinned happily and shouted, “I’ll leave details at the hotel reception.”
***
I spent some time with Cara after the game, but I knew she needed some alone time. She had a lot going on, and I wasn’t making it easier.
I’d acted impulsively by asking where the team was going. I hadn’t really intended to join them, but when the hotel reception had delivered a message to Cara with a name, I knew I would be.
I pulled into the parking lot near the Prince Edward Hotel and walked down the hilly street to the old sandstone building. It had a wraparound veranda, bullnose awnings over the street, and was easily a hundred years old. The dark polished timber floors had seen a century of raucousness. It was one of the most well-known sports bars in the city, the crowds usually cheering for rugby players, but tonight it was all about the Americans who’d landed there.
It wasn’t hard to spot Jacques when I walked into the pub. I watched as Alec slipped out of the booth and Jacques was instantly surrounded by gorgeous women. I stepped back, about to walk out.
He looked up, and our gazes locked. A smile lit up his face.
“Carina,” he called out and waved.
I pressed my lips into a strained smile and gestured over my shoulder. He shoved out of the booth and dashed toward me before I could make my feet move.
“You came.” He greeted me with a hand to my elbow and a brush of his lips across my cheek. His voice was deep and rumbly, and it sent shivers through me.
“You don’t look like you needed company.” I hated the insecurity in my voice.
He shook his head and looked me in the eye. “I didn’t ask them to sit down.” He gestured back to the reserved table that was now empty. “Come and join me.”
“Okay.”
He led me there and slid into the booth beside me, not giving me a chance to escape. Not that I’d been plotting my disappearance, but I was sorely out of place. The girls who were hovering were Cara’s age and younger.
