Page 62 of Kitty Season
Well fuck me sideways.
There’s a wrong way and a right way to handle this. I know that. What I don’t know is what either of them are. This is veering dangerously into the realm of feelings, and I do not do feelings. I glance at Quinn, ready to handball the touchy-feels over to her, when Brady’s right hand clenches around my throat.
“Fucking look at me, Becker.” His lips slam against mine, fingers squeezing till I can barely breathe, tongue forcing its way between my parted lips. His thigh does the same between my legs, and I feel him, thick and hard against my hip. Padded up chest to bare chest, with Quinn at our side, I shamelessly grind against him.
“My boys,” Quinn whispers, fingers carding through my hair. “My beautiful boys.” Almost like he’d forgotten she was here, Brady gasps, and releases his stranglehold of my throat. With far greater care than he gave me, he slides his hand around the back of her neck and pulls her onto his lips. Melting into him she moans, climbing onto her tiptoes, almost climbing him.
“Brady. Troye. Ice. Now.”
“Fucking Shane.”
We break apart, panting, fingers clinging, our chests rising and falling as one. No one making moves to leave.
It’s Brady that breaks the stalemate.
“You’re going to make me regret this. I know you will, but I think I‘d regret not saying it even more. When I got home from the party, I went straight to bed but couldn’t sleep. I just keptthinking of you, fully dressed watching Quinn and me naked. I was so fucking freaked out, but so fucking hard. So I wanked and came … like a lot. And then … then I couldn’t stop. All I’ve done for three days is think and wank, and think and wank, till my hand felt like a fucking claw. It actually hurts to grip my fucking stick.” He pauses, then blushes. “Sorry for swearing so much, Quinny.”
Lord, this guy is too fucking cute, just kill me now.
Once again he closes in and I find myself pressed between his big body and a wall, barely capable of breathing.
“I need to see you naked, Becker. I need to touch you and kiss you, touch some more. And then, if it’s still okay, I want to fuck you.” His gaze slides to Quinn. “Both of you. Come to my room after practice. Both of you come, and you’ll get your apology and then some.”
Iforgot my shift. I forgot my freaking shift.
Honestly though, how could I be expected to remember work, after Brady hauled me and Troye in to the showers and did … that.
I’d never seen him like that off the ice.
So forceful.
Dominating.
And yeah, so hot I forgot my shift. So instead of choosing the perfect lingerie and perfume, prepping my room, and every inch of my body, I’m sitting with Lotte in Callie’s office, waiting to be sacked.
“What’s going on with you, Quinny? You’re even more … distracted than usual.”
Oh, nothing, I’m just treading water till I get railed by BC’s two hottest hockey boys.
I want to tell her. I need to, actually. Keeping this secret is more painful than holding your bladder on your doorstep when you can’t find your keys.
“You’re my bestie, Lot. I want to tell you but I’m scared you’ll judge me.”
Lotte cocks her head, twists in her seat and gives me short, sharp huff. “Quinn. You’ve been with me to Neuropsychology, neurology appointments. Held my hand at the OBGYN, andgot an unexpected eyeful of my bits in that stupidly positioned mirror. We share a bedroom wall. We are so far beyond judgment we’re on Mars. I love you like the sister I never had, nothing could make me?—”
“I had a threesome with Brady and Troye and Brady ran out, but wants a do-over so we are meeting up after practice but before the game and that’s why I forgot work.” I don’t realize I’m squeezing my eyes shut till Lotte pries them open with her fingers.
Then she smiles. Then she says, “Wow.”
“Uh-huh. Wow.”
“TroyeandBrady?”
“Yup.”
“TroyeandBrady,andyou?”
“And me, yup.”
