Page 66 of Power Play
Yes. The. Fuck. I. Do.
But this is the first big test. Will they share me? I know we've been hurtling through everything with reckless abandon. But if there's any future of us all being together and raising the babies together, they need to learn how to share, right? Or do I have three separate relationships behind closed doors? Can they kiss me in front of each other? What happens if I'm with one more than the others? Will that cause jealousy issues?
No. I don't see how it could work unless they're willing to share me.
And does the mental image of Scott in my ass, Ben in my pussy and Garrett in my mouth drive me insane? Yes. Absofuckinglutely.
Scott and I played with anal the night we spent together. I'd tried it once in college, but I didn't like it. But Scott knew what he was doing, and not only did I learn I love anal, I learned that Scott's obsessed with my ass too.
We played with a lot of things I'd never experienced before. Impact play, bondage, degradation, anal. Turns out I like it all.
I never thought I'd be this way. I never thought I'd be greedy enough in bed to want something like this. But if they're all game? If they canall take part without jealousy or greed? Holy fucking shit, I want that so badly.
I want to be greedy. I want to be selfish. It's a high I've never experienced and adds another layer of excitement to the already simmering anticipation.
I never knew I could be so greedy.
We all pause, waiting for Garrett's answer. And partially Ben's. Because he's the one with the most to lose. I know Scott likes me and wants more. I know Garrett likes me and wants more. But Ben? Ben and I have a history. One so deeply rooted in love, there's no other way to think of it.
Scott's still looking at his phone, but he must feel my gaze on him.
"I just sent Siobhan the picture from your wedding. She'll want to make an official statement before the paparazzi think they've got a juicy story."
Yes. Of course. Garret Jones is married now. Of course it would be newsworthy. And yet it never occurred to me.
Scott shakes his phone to show me. "She's got it handled."
"And the fact that I'm pregnant in that photo? It looks like a shotgun wedding."
Scott's attention returns to his phone. "She's going to crop that part out." He turns to me, serious now, all thoughts of sex forgotten. "But you'll be under a microscope now. I know we're not ready to tell the world about our pregnancy, but they'll figure it out sooner or later. You did just marry a famous hockey player."
My breath leaves my body on a sigh. "Our pregnancy."
I groan. I hadn't thought of that. I'm usually so logical and careful. I plan everything. From my workouts to my nutrition to my morning routine.
To the public, I'll have to act as Garrett's wife. And when I give birth? When they find out we're living with other men? When the public finds out I'm with those other men?
I groan and pinch the bridge of my nose.
Ben grabs me around my shoulders, trying to ground me out of my spiral. He spins me so I'm facing Scott, who doesn't hesitate to step into my space and get in my face.
Scott grabs my cheeks in an almost painful grip.
"But we don't care about all of that, right?"
"We don't?" My voice sounds small and shaky even to myself.
"No," he says with an authority and a finality that has me relaxing.
"Okay."
"We care about who gets to take that beautiful cunt first."
I hear a groan behind me, but I can't tell if it's from Ben or Garrett. I love it when Scott takes control. I'm eager to give it to him. I don't want to spiral, stress, and worry.
I'm still in a daze when Scott scans the keycard to his room, opens it, and I'm escorted inside.
"Kneel." Scott's voice has dropped an octave, and it sends a shiver through my spine.
