Page 119 of Racking Up Penalties
“Your smile says it all,” Ethan murmurs, stepping closer, his eyes reflecting the same satisfaction that hums through my veins.
“Who knew cooking could be so much fun?” Liam chimes in, his grin infectious as he playfully nips at my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Or that watching Ethan try to julienne vegetables would be the highlight of my night,” Tristan adds, his teasing tone underpinned by an affectionate warmth that makes my cheeks heat up.
We huddle together, our shared laughter dancing in the air, echoing the joy we’ve carried back with us. It’s these moments, simple, unguarded, filled with genuine connection, that reinforce our relationship.
I turn within the circle of their arms, facing each of them in turn. Tristan’s blue eyes meet mine, tender and shining with love. Ethan’s gaze is intense, a silent promise of things to come. Liam’s lighthearted expression shifts, a smoldering heat beginning to flicker in the gray depths.
Ethan leans in and kisses me. His kiss is firm as he molds my mouth to his demands. Liam turns my face, stealing my next kiss. Liam’s lips are playful, exploring with a tease of a tongue, eliciting a breathy giggle.
Tristan steals my lips for his turn as he pulls me tight against his body.
“Is this really happening?” I whisper against Tristan’s lips, the thrill of kissing each of them like this making everything heightened.
“Yeah, baby girl. We all want you,” Ethan whispers in my ear.
Our kisses deepen as each caress gets more intimate.
Ethan’s breath is hot against my neck as he trails kisses down to my collarbone.
I close my eyes and surrender to the sensation of being adored by three sexy as fuck men.
Tristan’s hands roam over my body, his touch gentle yet insistent. I gasp as he pulls my sweater off then tugs my jeans down with a slow, deliberate motion that leaves goosebumps in its wake. His lips barely leave mine, and I clutch at him, my fingers tangling in the soft fabric of his shirt.
“Damn,” he murmurs against my mouth, his voice a soothing balm to the storm of emotions swirling within me.
Liam presses a kiss to my shoulder before backing away from us and settling on the couch. He watches us with a small smile on his lips. There’s no jealousy in his gaze, only affection.
Ethan steps behind me, and I feel his warmth radiating against my exposed skin. His breath is hot on my neck, and I shiver as his lips press featherlight kisses along my neckline, trailing lower with each passing second. My heart hammers in my chest, and I lean into him, seeking the comfort of his embrace.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, his voice like a tender caress.
I’m torn between the desire to turn around and face Ethan, to see the longing in his intense brown eyes, and the need to stay connected to Tristan, whose blue gaze holds a world of promise.
Ethan’s hands guide me forward until my palms meet the soft cushions of the couch, steadying myself as I lean in. The room tilts, a heady mix of anticipation and need swirling inside me.
“Stay just like that,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire as he pulls my panties down my leg.
I obey, holding my breath as I feel the cool air meet the heat between my thighs—an intimate contrast to Ethan’s warmth. Then, his tongue brushes against me, and I exhale in a rush, a moan slipping from my lips unbidden. It’s gentle at first, a tender exploration that promises more.
“You taste delicious, baby girl,” he groans, his words vibrating against my skin.
Liam’s eyes on me heighten every sensation.
The sensation sends a jolt through me, pleasure spiraling as he delves deeper, his movements becoming more insistent. My fingers curl into the fabric of the couch, clinging to the present as Ethan’s mouth destroys me.
Across the room, Tristan stands, shedding his clothes with a quiet intensity. The sight of him, confident and bare, etches itself into my mind—a portrait of raw masculinity that makes my heart race. He approaches, his blue eyes locked on mine. He looks a little unsure of his moves but that doesn’t stop him.
“Come here,” he says softly, sitting on the couch in front of me.
His command is laced with care, a silent reassurance that mirrors the protective nature I’ve always admired. I lower myself, meeting him halfway, our connection a tangible thing that pulls us together.
As I take him into my mouth, the taste of him, musky and uniquely Tristan, fills me. I savor the feeling, the way he responds with a hitch of breath, the slight tremor in his muscles. It’s an echo of what Ethan is drawing out of me, a shared rhythm that binds us all in this moment of surrender.
With each flick of Ethan’s tongue, my focus fractures, pleasure mounting in waves that crash against the shore of my consciousness. And as I move with Tristan, there’s something sexy in the giving and receiving, a dance of passion that weaves a tighter bond between us.
“Fuck you’re incredible,” Tristan breathes, his voice a thread of silk wrapped around the chaos of my thoughts.
