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Her hands grip at the top of the table, trying to find purchase as her orgasm builds inside of her. “The edge—of the—oh—the edge of the table…fuck.Emerson, it’s too much. It?—”
My hips don’t stop as I fold over her. Putting my face against her, I growl, “It’s not too much. You can do it. Come for me, Lil. Come all over this cock.”
The edge of the table continues to rub against her clit, and I pound into her harder. My hips hitting her hard enough I’m almost certain they’ll be bruised in the morning. But I don’t care.
No. The only thing I care about right now is feeling her cunt strangle me.
My teeth clamp down on her earlobe, and it sends her into a free fall. She orgasms so hard that if her body wasn’t pressed between me and the table I know she’d be shaking uncontrollably. It doesn’t take me more than another five seconds to come buried deep inside of her.
And as the two of us gasp for breath, completely clothed in the middle of my dining room, I realize the rules we made all those weeks ago in that coffee shopcouldn’t matter less. Because right here, in this moment, I feel for her what I feel for him.
Wholly and completely.
But I don’t say it. Not yet at least. Instead, I plant a soft kiss on Lil’s cheek, scoop her up in my arms, and carry her to my room where I spend the rest of the night sticking to my original plan.
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CHAPTER 33
BOY AQUARIUM
LILIANA
I’m in-between clients when I hear two deep voices at the sliding door to my salon. I look up and smile at my two favorite guys, who happen to be loaded with coffee and pastries from the mom-and-pop shop down the road.
“What are you two doing here?” I ask, but I’m up and helping them empty their hands before the full sentence is out of my mouth.
Emerson starts, “Practice released early, so we thought we’d stop by and see you.” Then he’s gently pressing a kiss to my lips.
Dom follows right behind him, pressing his soft lips to mine. “We had to come and invite our girl to the hockey game on Friday.”
“Ohhh, this seems like official business. Am I getting invited since the whole school knows our business now?” I joke, poking fun at both of them for theblabbering in the locker room.
“You’re always welcome to come sit that pretty ass in the stands to watch us play, Honey,” Dom purrs like he does in his audios, and I’m over here mentally berating my traitorous pussy because now is not the time for her to be purring back at him. “But no, we always just figured you didn’t want to watch hockey.”
I smile at that. “I may not know much about hockey, but it’s a sport. And with the exception of like, well, golf, I can get down with just about any sport. Plus, hockey has practically pornographic stretching and men fighting, so, consider me there.”
“Come over to Dom’s once you get off if you don’t have any plans for tonight,” Emerson instructs. I nod, and they both hit me with smiles that take my breath away. They’re starkly different from one another, but they each set my soul on fire.
I break my eyes away from both of them, remembering I have one more client left. “Shoo, go on, both of you. My client is about to be here.” I shuffle them towards the door right as Ashlee walks to the door with two more iced coffees in her hand.
I truly have the best clients. They bring me coffee and random treats all the time. My heart might explode if I try to drink all of these at once though, so I shove the coffee they brought me into Dom’s hands and whisper, “Put that in the fridge at your place for me,” before giving him a wink and a slap on the ass out the door.
The two of them leave, and I’m left here waxing a vagina, wondering to myself where I can get a custom jersey made with both of their names on it to wear tothe game. I don’t know much about hockey, but I know a decent amount about hockey players. For some god forsaken reason they go all caveman about who wears their jersey, and I’m not listening to them fight over it. Pissing matches are cute sometimes, but I think that one would end in best friends fist fighting, and that doesn’t sound enjoyable to me.
?1 I’ve got on a full face of makeup, my hair is curled, and I’m slipping on my custom-made jersey that I got made at the local print shop. I’ll be the first to admit that sometimes I’m glad I’m a lot more personable than my older brother. Because when I word-vomited to the sweet old lady on the other side of the counter, she absolutely swooned before telling me not to worry and that she had the perfect idea in mind for a jersey. And when I showed her pictures of Emerson and Dominic she fanned herself and told me she completely understands not being able to pick between the two.
Twenty-four hours later, Barbara had a brand new jersey for me, and I was able to pick it up on my way to their game. When I pull into the parking lot outside of the hockey rink, I find the parking lot absolutelypacked.
Who would’ve thought college hockey would be so big in Florida?
Definitely not me.
Once inside, I stop by the concession stand to grab a pretzel, popcorn, and a beer. My hands are full as I walk down the stairs to find my seat, but as I search, I quickly realize I’m going to be in the front row. Right behind the plexi-glass barrier.
Finally finding my seat, I make myself comfortable before looking out onto the ice, or what I’m now referring to as theboy aquarium.
Because that’s what this feels like. A glorified fishbowl. I’m like Darla tapping on the fish tank inFinding Nemo.
