Page 21 of Game Winner
“I have time before I need to be there.” A gust of wind bursts forth, blowing Bax’s hair so it flops over his eye. He whips his head to the side, tossing the hair out of his eye. “But I wasn’t sure if I’d catch you before you left.” His gaze lands on me, devouring as he slides it from head to toe and back again. “I hope it’s okay…” His uncertainty is back.
And that is something I can’t have. Grabbing his hand, I tug him to follow, my eyes meeting Tyler. “Come with me.”
Ty’s grin doesn’t waver as he falls into step with Bax. “I can’t believe you came to see us.”
“Is it weird that I’m going to miss you?” Bax’s laugh is too quick, from nerves, and the bloom in his cheeks colors his self-deprecating smile.
“Never.” I squeeze Bax’s hand and dip into a corridor opposite from the one Tyler and I just exited. It’s quiet and smells faintly of bleach.
My bag slides from my shoulder and drops to the floor with a thud, followed by the accompanying thud of Tyler’s bag. I crowd Bax until his back hits the wall.
Shoulder pressed against the wall next to Bax, Tyler leans in and places a chaste kiss on Bax’s cheek. “Thank you for surprising us.”
“Yeah, thank you.” I press my lips to Bax’s other cheek.
His gaze drags between Tyler and me. He wets his lips, and Tyler’s needy groan fills the silence in the corridor, followed by his hand on my back as he erases the minimal space between the three of us.
Bax’s pupils grow and grow and grow until the hazel is only a sliver surrounding black. “I need more than that.”
“We don’t have time to give you everything you need, so this will have to do.” I take his mouth and, just like every other time I’ve kissed Bax, something inside of me slides into place.
I lose myself in Bax’s mouth, the feel of his tongue, the taste of coffee and peppermint, and the only thing that grounds me is Tyler’s palm on the small of my back. Bax shifts, fisting my coat, and I sink further into the kiss. Needing more, I reach for any part of Tyler I can find, floundering until I finally slide my arm under his coat and around his waist.
Bax releases my mouth to take Tyler’s lips, but tugs me closer. My hand slides down to cup Tyler’s firm-as-fuck ass as my other hand finds Bax’s equally glorious backside. Their tongues twine together, and my dick presses uncomfortably against my zipper. Another missing piece slips into place at watching Ty and Bax together.
I trail kisses along Tyler’s jaw, then do the same to Bax, inhaling their distinct scents. Scents I’m coming to crave. Scents that combine to make one undefinable, totally unique fragrance that is for me and me only.
I press my mouth to the corner of Bax’s mouth, then Tyler’s, and they break apart enough to let me in. The three of our tongues tangle as one, and we all moan in unison. This is what I’ve been searching for. This sense of belonging. With these two men, I don’t have to pretend. I’m who I am, and they want me.
My fingers dig into both of their ass cheeks, and I wish we had more time. I wish we were somewhere private. I wish we had fewer clothes. Somewhere in the distance, a door slams shut, and we pull apart.
Tyler’s eyes have a wild sheen to them, and Bax’s lips puff from our kisses. I slide my hands up to their waists, pulling us into a hug, pressing a kiss on each of their cheeks. “Ty and I should go.”
“Yeah,” Bax’s voice is nothing more than a rasp.
Tyler places a kiss on Bax’s lips then steps back. “Let us know how your gig went tonight.”
Bax nods, his expression a little bewildered. “It will be late.”
“Text us anyway. If we’re asleep, we’ll see it when we wake.” I look at Tyler for confirmation, but he’s already nodding. “We’ll see you Monday?”
“Monday. Dinner for three.” Bax dips his head down to claim a brushing kiss from us both. “Can’t wait.”
CHAPTER SIX
TYLER
High-energy holiday music echoes through the kitchen, thanks to the playlist on Sage’s phone. The sweet scent of baked sugar cookies hangs in the air and excess sprinkles cover the kitchen table like confetti.
At the opposite end of the table, Gio shakes his head and stares at the line of snowmen Morgan insisted on making anatomically correct, thanks to a creative use of frosting. “When you said you’d help decorate the cookies, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”
Wearing a holiday sweater with a pool cue and balls forming the shape of a Christmas tree, which is perfect for our resident pool shark, Morgan rocks his chair onto the back legs. “Remy bet me twenty bucks that you won’t put mine out when the rest of the team gets here.”
Hunched over a bunch of cookie trees with a bottle of rainbow sprinkles in his hand, Remy whips his head up enough to glare at Morgan. “Good job. Now, he’ll put them out just to spite me.”
Gio pushes up his Santa hat to a jaunty tilt with one finger and gives Remy a smile worthy of a scheming Grinch. “Is thereany reason in the world that I would have a valid reason to do that?”
With a weary sigh, Remy turns to me. “Today was the first time my innocent Benny interrupted Phil and Gio having sex. The first time. Ever. Why is Gio being so dramatic about it?”
