Page 48 of Racking Up Penalties
Ethan’s hand brushes lower and lower until he’s cupping me and running a finger along my seam. My hips jump forward and Ethan laughs against my ear.
Liam’s hand joins his and brushes circles around my clit.
They work in tandem, one anchoring me with tender kisses, the other mapping my body with hands that know just how to stoke the fire inside me.
Ethan pumps his fingers in and out of me, working me up more and more until a whine escapes my lips.
Tristan’s hand finds mine, squeezing gently, a silent vow of solidarity amidst the storm of emotion. His thumb strokes my knuckles soothingly, grounding me as I teeter on the edge of oblivion.
There’s an intensity in Tristan’s gaze, something fierce and protective, yet laced with an undeniable hunger. He brings a finger to his lips, signaling for silence, then places it softly against mine. It’s a gesture that speaks volumes—his willingness to watch, to give this moment to Ethan and Liam, to share in the pleasure they elicit from me.
My breath catches with every stroke and caress amplified by Tristan’s eyes on us.
Liam’s mouth moves against mine with growing urgency, and Ethan’s other hand roams with a possessiveness that sends electricity crackling through my veins.
It’s a challenge to stay quiet.
Ethan’s hands move with purpose, bringing me closer to the edge. Liam breaks away from our kiss, his gray eyes locking onto mine with a look that says he knows exactly what’s about to happen. And then, they increase their pressure and push me over, a surge of ecstasy overwhelming me as I bite down on Tristan’s finger to stifle the cries of bliss that threaten to echo off the rocks.
Chapter 22
I practically bounce on the balls of my feet as I herd Ethan, Tristan, and Liam into my cramped living room, the space already buzzing with my restless energy. My fingers twist a strand of red hair around them, a nervous habit that’s become all too familiar. The sketches scattered across the coffee table flutter like captive birds eager to take flight.
“Okay, guys, you know how I’ve been selling my designs online?” I start, barely containing the excitement that bubbles up inside me.
They nod but seem unsure. I think I’ve only mentioned it in passing.
The words tumble from my lips in a rush, a cascade of dreams turning into reality. “Now… I want more. I’m ready to expand.”
Tristan leans forward, his athletic frame making him look like a lion poised to pounce. “What do you have in mind, Tess?” he asks, the nickname a warm touch against my skin.
“An entire line,” I declare, my hands splaying out as if I can physically present the grandeur of my plan. “A collection that’s uniquely me, something that tells a story.”
“Tell us about it,” Liam prompts, his lean figure relaxed.
“It’s chic clothes for men with an athletic twist. Being around all these athletes has inspired it.”
“Sounds awesome,” Ethan says.
I pull out a sketch that I think they’ll like, trying to entice them.
My gaze shifts between Ethan, Tristan, and Liam.
“Guys, I have a huge favor to ask,” I begin, biting my lip with a mixture of nerves and excitement. “I need models for the new line, and—”
“Say no more, Tess,” Tristan interrupts, his deep voice resonating with unwavering support. He rises to his feet, towering over me even though I’m in my tallest heels. “You want us to strut our stuff for you? You got it.”
Liam chuckles, running a hand through his tousled blond hair. “As long as I don’t have to wear anything too tight, I’m in.”
Ethan grins. “I’ll model for you any day.”
My heart swells at their quick agreement, a surge of gratitude warming me from the inside out. “Thank you,” I breathe out, my words barely louder than a whisper. “It means the world to me.”
“Of course, Tess,” Liam says, and I can tell by the softness in his gray eyes that he means every word. “Happy to help.”
“Right,” I reply, feeling the familiar tug at my heartstrings.
“Okay, so here’s the plan,” I continue, rallying my focus back to the task at hand. I unfurl the sketches I’ve kept hidden like treasured secrets and lay them out on the coffee table. “The shoot is next weekend. We’ll need to start early to catch the best light. I’ve already started making them so they’ll be ready by then!”
