Page 28 of The Triple Play

Cole's mouth, the press of his lips against mine, thehungerof that kiss from both of us.

The way Xavi had held me earlier, had calmed me down, had let me punch him in the stomach. The way he’d caught my gaze and closed in to talk to me after Cole had run off.

And Colton… god, the steady, grounding warmth of his hand around my arm as I’d tried to flee. The way he’d spoken to me, so worried and quiet when that wasn’t his usual demeanor. He’d called after like I mattered, like he wasn’t some prize who was used to girls throwing themselves at him.

They were all so different but so alike in their own ways — Cole’s quiet steadiness and frustration, Xavi’s fierce intensity and calm protectiveness, Colton’s wild, orbital gravity. All of them had made me feel like I was something worth protecting tonight.

What thehellwas I doing?

I couldn’t stop myself from pulling out the stupid napkins from my pocket. Only Cole’s number was on them, and I knew I’d need to search through my backpack for the other, for Colton’s?—

Shit. I’d left my backpack in Cole’s car.

The car finally came to a stop outside my building and I got out. My apartment was small — a one-bedroom with barely enough space to turn around in the kitchenette, and I had to shoulder the doorjust rightto get the deadbolt to catch properly.

I kicked off my shoes and dropped my keys beside the door, the weight of the night hitting me all at once.

I collapsed face-first into my comforter, the quiet of my apartment feeling even more oppressive, even more lonely. I had wanted this place to be a sanctuary, a haven, an inspiration zone for myself — but right now, it just felt empty and hollow, like every wall echoed with the sound of Elliot’s voice, of self-doubt, of music I no longer felt entirely confident in.

And somehow, now, I was kissing hockey players and making a mess of things I didn’t even come close to understanding.

I rolled back over, staring at the ceiling, my chest still heaving. I needed to breathe. I needed to stop thinking. I needed a distraction, something I could control, something I could drown out the noise with.

I unbuckled my belt and pants, not even stopping to consider what on earth I was doing. Hooking my thumb under the waistband, I pushed everything down, underwear included, over my thighs and my calves and yanked them off my feet.

There wasn’t a single second wasted on getting myself excited, thinking about Cole's mouth on me, his fingers. I reached for my dresser and yanked the rabbit toy out of it, switched it on, and lifted my knees until my feet were flat on the comforter beneath me.

The vibrations rippled through my hand as I brought it down, dragging the long end over my clit first, my back arching. I wrestled my shirt up beneath the hoodie, raising it and my bralette up to my neck, and clutched the collar of the hoodie, the scent of Xavi surrounding me, overwhelming me.

To my utter lack of surprise, I was already wet and sensitive, and I knew damn well exactly why.

I slipped it inside of myself, muffling my sounds as my head began to spin. Chased away was the panic and the insecurity and the overwhelming guilt of making out with Cole when I wanted the other guys as well, and instead, without my permission, all of it was replaced by the swirling thoughts of all three of them.

Cole’s mouth.

Xavi’s hands.

Colton’s body.

Cole’s hold on me.

Xavi’s abs beneath my fingers.

Colton’s smirk as he teased me.

Further, still, to things I had to imagine — the way Cole’s lips and tongue would feel right where the two little prongs of the toy pressed against me, the way Xavi would grip me around my waist with nothing there to get in the way of skin on skin, the way Colton’s hands would feel tightening in my hair and pulling my head back.

The realization of how bad that was only sunk in when I’d shut it off almost an hour later, my thighs shaking, my head spinning from too many orgasms to drive everything else away.

I didn’t stand a chance at keeping them out of my mind now.

All three of them.

Chapter14

Xavi

Coach Casey had already blown the whistle on me twice before I’d even broken a sweat.

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