Page 44 of Hat Trick
She doesn't move. "Look at Luca or I'll turn your ass a beautiful shade of pink." She gasps and her head shoots up. "Good girl." A full body shiver runs down her and I'd bet my last paycheck she's wet at the praise.
I run my rough hands slowly down the length of her arms and back up. "What do you see?"
Luca looks goddamn feral - as if any moment he's going to leap from his chair and devour her. She relaxes just a fraction against me, but she's silent. She doesn't know what to say.
"Luca, what are you thinking about right now?"
"How fucking beautiful my future wife is." She looks away. Alright, maybe Luca was the wrong choice to start with. He always comes on too strong.
"What's your favorite part of her?"
He groans and palms his dick. "Fuck man, I can't pick just one. Her eyes, her lips, her smile, her breasts, her waist, her legs. Fuck, down to her big toe she's fucking perfection."
"Anything you hate about her?"
"Not a goddamn hair." She relaxes a fraction more.
"Luca..." She whispers his name in shocked awe. Have they never told her how beautiful she is? What the fuck have we been doing if we haven't been telling her and showing her every day how goddamn gorgeous she is? Part of this is on us. Part of this is her ex. But part of me is starting to think the men in her life have failed her for a long time. I need to have a chat with Sammy about their dad.
"Carter?"
"How lucky I am... we are... that the first nanny I saw after I got Annie was Emily. How I couldn't imagine my life without her. How much better all of our lives are with her in them."
"Favorite things?"
"The way she makes me feel. How safe with her I feel, how seen, how...supported. I mean yeah, she's a complete and total bombshell, but her friendship means more to me than that." Her shoulders lower another inch and she leans more weight against me.
"What you hate about her?"
"I hate thinking that someone broke her before we got her. I don't know everything about her ex, but I hate that he's made her think she's anything other than amazing. I hate that we hadn't been there to protect her from that."
"Carter..." Emily breathes. Her hands fall away from her body, and she melts into me. Her hands come to rest on my thighs.
I move a stray lock of hair behind her ear and kiss her shoulder. She turns slightly to look up at me.
"And you?"
I smile.Good girl for asking for what you want."I'm thinking about how pretty you'd look on your knees. I'm thinking about all the ways I want to take you and make you mine. I'm thinking about punching in the face of the man who made you feel 'less than'." I run a trail of kisses up her shoulder to her neck to just behind her ear.
"My favorite things?" I whisper into the shell of her ear. She's stopped breathing. "I love the scrape of my callouses over your soft skin." I show her by running my calloused hands up and down her thighs, her waist, her chest. "I love how there are three of us, butsomehow you were made for us all. You're Luca's settling down. You're Carter's confidante. You're my siren." I run my hands up her ribs to just below the swell of her breasts.
"I hate that we can't be public with you. The public would never understand this. I hate that we travel so much for work that we can't be here to worship you the way you deserve. I hate that I have no idea what the future holds, so I can't promise you anything."
Her hands cover mine and she leans back on my shoulder so she can see me better. "Gabe..." It's a breathy prayer and I long to flip her over, sink into her tight heat and fuck her until she's dizzy. But that's not what she needs right now.
"Touch yourself." She tenses again, but not like before. "Touch yourself and see how quickly you can make three hot hockey players fall to their knees." I circle my fingers around her breasts, never quite giving her the pressure or touch she desires.
Tentatively, she lets her knees drop open. Both men opposite me groan as if they're in physical pain. Luca rakes his hand down his cock again, while Carter runs a hand down his face and bites his lower lip.
Encouraged by their reaction, Emily drops one hand slowly between her legs.
"Fuck."
"Christ."
Her knees drift further apart. She drags a finger through her wet heat experimentally, before circling her clit.
"Is this the way you touch yourself when you're alone and thinking of us?"
