Page 47 of Racking Up Penalties
Liam’s lips find mine, fierce and tender all at once, igniting a fire that burns straight through to my soul. His hands cradle my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks as if he’s memorizing every detail. I’m lost in the sensation, our breaths mingling, hearts pounding in a rhythm that feels like it belongs only to us.
“I really like you, Tessa,” he whispers against my mouth, the sound of my name on his lips more intimate than any caress.
Our bodies mold together, the water lapping at our skin, and I can feel the hard planes of his body pressed against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His taste is intoxicating, a mixture of the night air and something uniquely Liam—bold and comforting. There’s an urgency in the way he kisses me, a silent plea for something more, something deeper. And I’m ready to give it to him, to drown in this moment where nothing else matters but the two of us.
Just as I think I can’t get any closer to him, I feel another presence behind me. A pair of hands glide over my shoulders, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. Ethan. His touch is a stark contrast to Liam’s, full of promise and a different kind of intensity. He leans in, and his lips brush the sensitive skin of my neck, drawing a gasp from between my parted lips.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “We’ve got you.”
The dual sensations of Liam’s passionate kiss and Ethan’s gentle exploration of my neck are overwhelming, pulling me in two delicious directions. My mind races with the complexity of my feelings for both of them.
Ethan’s lips trail a path up to my earlobe, nibbling softly, and I shiver uncontrollably, leaning back into his solid chest. The heat of the springs, the coolness of the night, and the warmth of their bodies cocoon me in a sensory overload.
“Is this okay?” Ethan’s whisper tickles my ear, his concern piercing through the haze of passion.
“More than okay,” I manage to say, my voice a mere breath as I turn my head slightly to acknowledge him, wanting to reassure him but not quite able to pull away from Liam’s intoxicating kiss.
With a breathless parting from Liam’s lips, I pivot in the water to face Ethan. Our gazes lock, and the rest of the world fades away, leaving only his intense brown eyes that seem to see into the very depths of me. The steam dances around us, cloaking us in a blanket of warmth and secrecy. His hands find my waist under the water, drawing me closer until there’s nothing but liquid heat between us.
“Hi,” he murmurs, and that one word is heavy with everything left unsaid between us.
“Hi,” I echo back, my voice trembling as much as my body. It’s a deep, consuming kiss. I respond instinctively, tangling my fingers in his wet hair, pressing myself against the solid promise of his chest.
Ethan kisses me like he’s trying to convey all his emotions at once—his competitiveness, his desires, his fears. And I soak it all in.
The water around us shifts, signaling another presence. Tristan’s touch comes as a gentle surprise, his fingers intertwining with mine. It’s a simple gesture, but it radiates a profound sense of connection. He doesn’t intrude, doesn’t pull me away from Ethan, but instead joins us, strengthening the bond.
“I’m surprised how much I like seeing you with someone else,” he says softly, his voice like the caress of the night breeze. I can feel the quiet strength that emanates from Tristan.
I lean back slightly, my breath hitching as Ethan’s lips trail from the nape of my neck to the curve of my shoulder.
Tristan is staring at my lips. “My turn?” The question is barely a whisper, carried on the steam that rises around us.
I close the distance between us, and our lips meet in an urgent tangle. It feels like coming home after braving a storm, his kiss grounding yet electrifying. His hands frame my face with a tenderness that sends a surge of longing through every fiber of my being. We move together effortlessly, lost in a rhythm that’s ours alone.
Breaking away, I pant softly, my hazel eyes locked onto his, reading the silent conversation that passes between us. There’s no need for words when his look says everything.
The water shifts around us as Liam’s arms encircle my waist from behind, pulling me gently against his chest. His touch is familiar and I can’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep inside me. It’s full of joy.
His hard cock pressing into my back is just a bonus. Feels like I have something to be excited about.
“Having fun?” he teases, his voice resonating against my skin.
“Absolutely,” I reply, turning within his embrace to face him. Our eyes meet.
My heart races as I’m passed from one set of arms to another, each transition seamless, as we share kisses.
The water laps against my skin, a soothing caress that’s echoed by the hands of the men surrounding me. I’m adrift in a sea of warmth.
“This trip… it really did bring us closer, didn’t it?” Tristan’s words float through the steam, his deep blue eyes reflecting the moonlight that sneaks past the surrounding foliage. His gaze holds mine, earnest and searching, and I find myself nodding, unable to articulate just how profound this journey has been.
“Definitely,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper as I struggle to steady my breathing. The truth of his statement resonates within me.
Ethan’s presence at my back is a silent promise of pleasure, his hands skimming the surface of the water to rest on my hips. A shiver runs through me, anticipation building as Liam mirrors the movement from the front, his fingers tracing the contours of my rib cage before slipping beneath the surface.
Their synchronized touches send my senses into overdrive, the hot springs no match for the heat they ignite within me. Ethan leans in, his breath hot against my ear. “Let us take care of you, Tessa,” he murmurs, and I can’t help but lean back against him, granting permission without words.
I feel Liam’s lips capture mine, a distraction that makes my head spin. His kiss is insistent and demanding, while Ethan’s hands begin a slow, deliberate exploration that promises to unravel me.
