Page 44 of Game Winner
Bax returns, sliding behind me. He tosses the bottle of lube between us. “Figured I should grab it before things get too heated.”
I lose myself in kissing him. Tyler’s hand lands on my cock. Groaning, I rock into his touch and take the kiss his offers.
As the flames and the fire crackles, our kisses lengthen and deepen, and every caress seeks out more and more pleasure.
Then Tyler shifts down and takes turns licking Bax’s cock and mine, then alternates with drawing us into his mouth.
Bax’s hands clutch my arms and he moans into our kiss. The back of Tyler’s head hits my thigh each time he swallows Bax down.
Lips parted, breathing hard, Bax gazes at us both. There’s desire, but affection too.
Tyler lifts off of Bax and glances up at me, a twinkle in his eyes.
Groaning, I pull on his shoulder. “Come here.”
He slips in between us and Bax shifts position so he can get his hand on Tyler’s cock.
Tyler’s enthusiastic moan vibrates through my mouth. He works his hand down my body, closing it around my cock. And when Bax’s hand comes up to cradle my balls, I’m pushed over the edge. Writhing between them, caught in the sensations, I clutch at my men, pulsing my release.
Bax and Tyler’s twin moans sound in my ears. They rock together, and though my limbs feel like liquid, I skate my hands over every inch, drawing out as much pleasure as we kiss each other breathless.
On a strangled moan, Tyler fists my hair. “I’m gonna come.”
I redouble my efforts, jerking him hard and fast until his eyes close and his body stiffens and he shoots between us.
Grunting, Bax ruts against Tyler’s back, and his hand finds mine, tightening his grasp as he paints Tyler’s ass with his release.
Sharing sleepy, sated smiles, and lingering caresses, we sprawl together in the cozy blanket nest, and I know what I’m feeling is special.
We clean up and Tyler makes us the spiked hot chocolate. Then we return to our blanket nest.
Cuddled under furry blankets in front of the fire, with cups of spiked hot chocolate in our hands, laughing and talking while the wind whistles and whips outside the windows, I can’t think of a time when I’ve been more content.
I’m falling for these two. They make me so happy and I want to take care of them. And more than that, I can see a future with us together.
CHAPTER TWELVE
TYLER
The Metros arena is electric. Fans, anticipating another goal, are on their feet. All afternoon, momentum has swung between St. Louis and our team, with the lead switching like a game of hot potato.
With five minutes to go in the game, we’re down by a goal, six to their seven, but we’re going on a power play, and having an extra attacker on the ice could make all the difference. Sage and Maxim are with me, and we have Remy and Rhys on defense.
The St. Louis player sitting in the penalty box probably regrets high-sticking Jonas now.
Adrenaline pumping, I tap Maxim’s glove as I skate past him. “Let’s do this.”
I get into position, Maxim readies to take the face-off, and all of my attention drills down on the puck.
The whistle blows. Maxim wins the face-off and gets the puck to Sage. Lightning fast, he skates around their left wing and fires it to me. I race up the ice. The cold air feels good on my cheeks, and I hustle faster, watching the goalie and picking my spot.
Two St. Louis forwards close in on my back. Rushing toward the net, I take a short side shot. Something snags my left skate hard enough to lift my skates off the ice. My feet fly up and Itumble forward, fast-first. Wincing as the ice rushes up, I shove out my arms, bracing for impact.
A heavy weight slams into my back, pushing me past the net and toward the boards. Another weight barrels into my side, knocking my breath out of me. In a tangled heap, the St. Louis players and I speed toward the boards. Trapped under them, all I can do is close my eyes and wait.
Agony explodes in my left shoulder and radiates to my neck. “Oh fuck. Fuck.”
Stuck under two heavy weights who are taking too long to move, panic flashes through me. I buck against them, trying and failing to draw in more than shallow breaths. “Get off me!”
