Page 233 of Pucking Around

His fingers brush down the column of my neck, down my sternum, over my tattoo. His gaze follows the path of his fingers. “No more hiding, Rakas. No more fear. Promise me.”

I nod, raising a hand to brush down his forearm. “I promise I’ll try. Is that enough for now?”

He nods.

“Kulta?” I murmur, gazing up at him.

His deep blue eyes peer through me. “What?”

“My ass is freezing,” I admit, biting my lip to keep from smiling.

He snorts, glancing down at how I’m spread naked on the counter. I squeal as he scoops me into his arms, hauling me into the shower. He flips on the double nozzles, and I shriek as a double blast of icy cold water hits us.

“Ilmari!”

He just laughs, holding me as I squirm. “If you’re going to be married to a Finn, we have to toughen you up, Rakas. Hot saunas and cold showers.”

“Never,” I groan, relaxing under the spray as the water warms.

He sets me down on my feet, but I don’t want to lose the feel of him so close. I turn in his arms, my wet skin brushing against his. As we stand under the hot spray, kissing and exploring each other, the bathroom door slams open. Caleb and Jake come barging in naked, drunk on too much sex as they kiss and stumble their way into the shower too.

Ilmari and I make room, his arms staying around me as we give them space under the second shower head.

They keep kissing, laughing and jostling each other, as Jake spins Cay around, shoving him up against the tiled wall. Caleb grunts, hands flat. Jake presses in with his hips, his hard cock nestled between Caleb’s ass cheeks as he starts to grind.

“Aren’t you tired yet?” I tease, heart pattering at the look of joy on their faces.

“God, I fucking love polyamory,” Jake pants, holding Cay pinned to the wall with one hand as he leans over to give me a quick kiss. “Mars, the team needs you, man. Fuck our girl. Right here next to me. Let me hear her shatter while I take Cay for everything he has.”

I glance up at Ilmari, waiting to see his reaction.

With a low groan, he glides his hands down my sides to my hips. His steely blue gaze locks on me and he smiles. “Up, Rakas.”

I swear, I have never climbed a man so fast in my life.

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Is there such a thing as too much sex? Can it actually impair function? Cause I think I might have the sex sickness. I feel hungover when I didn’t drink. All my muscles hurt…in the best possible way. Cay had to give me the 411 on bottoming aftercare, and let me tell youthatwas an awkward conversation to have at three am.

Oh yeah, apparently, I’m a bottom now. Add that to the ‘about me’ section of the Rays team roster website. Caleb says the proper term is ‘vers.’ I’m learning all kinds of new words. I’m a bisexual polyamorous vers. Whatever. Cay can throw all the fancy new words at me that he wants. I’m still Jake Compton. I don’t feel any different.

At the same time though, I woke up this morning knowing nothing will ever be the same.

I move robotically down the stairs in search of breakfast and the coffee maker. Stretching both arms over my head with a yawn, I almost miss the large blue bag perched next to the front door. That’s Seattle’s bag. Oh, what the ever-loving fuck—

“Rachel!” I bellow.

Stomping through the entry hall, I pause to find Rachel and Caleb sitting at the kitchen island. Mars is at the stove, cooking something that smells amazing. Rachel and Cay both turn, eyes wide as they take me in.

“Jake? You okay?” she says.

“Why the fuck is your bag by the door?” I say, pointing over my shoulder. “I thought we dealt with that last night.”

Caleb snorts, turning his attention back to his breakfast. “Told you he wouldn’t remember.”

“Remember what?” I say, my gaze darting between them. Why do the guys look totally unbothered by Rachel’s packed suitcase? Clearly, I’m missing something…

“I told you all last night after the shower,” she says gently. “I think you were kind of out of it.”

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