Page 104 of The Triple Play

Her mouth parted on a breath. “I love you.”

My forehead tipped forward against hers, and I gave her everything I had in an instant.

My hips moved quickly, desperately, like they could keep her like this if they just hit the right spot at the right speed and the right force, like they could keep her trapped here with me forever.

I moved my hand, dragging it over her thigh and down between them, my thumb ghosting over her clit so lightly it made her whimper. Her fingers knotted in my hair, her breaths barely more than gasps, her body taking, taking,taking, and all I could do wasgive, losing myself in her, in the way she sounded as I gave her more pressure, more force, more of me.

“I love you—god,I love you, I can’t—I can’t even think straight,” I rasped, the words tumbling out of me too quickly to be cohesive, to make sense. “You—fuck, youwreckme, baby. I swear, every time I touch you, it gets worse, this…need, this?—”

One of her hands slid around the back of my shoulders, her nails digging in on a gasping moan. Her other, though, cupped my cheek, spreading a bit of wetness beneath my eye. My cheeks heated immediately — I hadn’t even realized a tear had escaped. I was too caught up in her, in this.

“I love you so much it hurts,” I croaked, pressing my mouth to hers to shut myself up.

I could feel her lower lip trembling in the kiss, could feel the shake in her chest as she gasped in breaths. Her body tried to move against mine, hindered by the counter and the way I held her to me, but I didn’t care — I just wanted to feel her around me, just wanted to drive into her over and over until I had nothing left, and make her feel as good as I possibly could.

Her mouth struggled to keep up with mine, her walls tightening a fraction to impossible levels, and I knew her well enough to know exactly how close she was. I broke from her mouth, tucking her instead into my neck and chest, keeping my pace as best as I could as I started to truly lose myself in the feel of her. “Fuck, you’re close, I can feel it,” I groaned, her little whimpers and moans only fueling my fire.

Her muscles started to tense, her walls bearing down further, so clenched I had to fight to keep thrusting into her.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmured into her ear, wincing as she tightened again, my cock squeezed so hard I worried I’d come right then and there. “Show me how good it feels, how goodImake you feel.”

She muffled her sounds with my skin as she finally broke, her body shaking and trembling, her nails digging into me so hard that I genuinely wondered if she was trying to draw blood. I picked up my pace a little, drawing out her tapering climax, my touch at her clit a little gentler, a little slower.

“Oh my god,” she rasped, pulling her head from my chest, her breathing ragged and hair a mess. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, her body still shaking, her mouth parted. I let my fingers leave her clit, bracing myself instead on the cabinet behind her, not giving two shits if I was leaving a trace of her on them, and let myself finally build.

Pressure raised in my already achingly hard cock, and I kissed her again, desperate for more of her, desperate to drink her in by any means necessary. I could barely handle the kiss, could barely think — but then she was whispering a chokedI love youagainst my lips, and I shattered before I could take a single breath.

Pleasure screamed through my system, my knees nearly buckling from it, and I came on a gasping groan, my forehead dropping to hers as I lost control of the kiss. She loved me. Shelovedme, loved all of us.

This was what I wanted forever. This and nothing else. Just her, the guys, and the little person growing inside of her that I was so fucking excited to call mine.

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Annie didn’t bother to put my shirt back on her body while she ate.

She sat at the breakfast bar, naked and a mess, looking like a goddamn goddess as she stabbed her egg with a fork.

“It should be illegal for you to look that tempting when you’ve already drained me,” I murmured on a chuckle, dipping the edge of my toast in the yolk of my egg and taking a bite.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did youwantme to put on a shirt, Xav?” she grinned, popping a bit of egg into her mouth and taking her sweet time dragging the fork out of her mouth.

“Absolutely not—” Annie’s phone went off on the counter beside me, and I stared at the string of numbers not associated with a contact. My brow furrowed.

“Probably Elliot.” Her eyes rolled, but I could see the shift in her, could see her body become a little more tense and her eyes dart to the window behind me that looked over the front yard. I probably should have closed the blinds.

I stared at it as it rang out, her ringtone playing softly. “Can I answer it?”

She froze, staring right at me. “Why?”

“To tell him to fuck off.”

She snorted. “You know what? Go ahead.”

I grabbed her phone, hitting the green button, and raised the phone to my ear in one quick action, my thoughts already crafting the perfect insults I could throw at him, the same way it did when I was on the ice about to chirp another player’s ear off. “Hello?”

“Hi! Is Annie Brent there?”

My brow furrowed. It wasn’t Elliot — it was definitely a woman. “Can I ask who’s calling?”

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