Page 85 of Triple Play
Then she sits up, pulls away from me slightly. My chest aches at the loss of her warmth.
“Okay,” she says quietly.
“Yeah?” Jordie’s already moving, crawling across the couch toward her.
“Yeah. But—” She holds up a hand, stopping him. “We’re not having sex. Not tonight. Not all three of us. I’m not ready for that yet.”
“Okay.” Jordie doesn’t even hesitate. “What are you ready for?”
She bites her lip, thinking. “Everything else?”
The words go straight to my dick.
“Everything else works for me.” Jordie looks at me. “Wyatt?”
I’m still processing the fact that this is happening. That Elise just agreed to let both of us touch her. That I’m about to learn what she sounds like when she comes.
“Yeah,” I manage. “That works.”
Jordie moves first because of course he does. He’s always been braver than me, more willing to take what he wants without overthinking it.
He cups Elise’s face, kisses her slow and deep, and I watch them for a moment, letting myself want this without the usual guilt that follows wanting anything.
Then Elise reaches for me blindly, her hand finding my thigh, and I take it as the invitation it is.
I move behind her on the couch, bracketing her body with mine while Jordie kisses her from the front. My hands find her waist, slide under her shirt to feel warm skin, and she arches back into me with a gasp that Jordie swallows.
“Bedroom,” Jordie murmurs against her mouth. “More room.”
“Whose?” Elise asks.
“Mine.” Jordie stands, pulls her up with him. “Bed’s bigger.”
We make our way upstairs, a tangle of limbs and anticipation. Grant’s door is closed, his car still not in the driveway. He’s probably at the rink still, working through whatever demons are chasing him today.
Part of me feels guilty about this. He’s my captain. My teammate. And we’re about to—
Elise’s hand finds mine and the thought dissolves. Grant had his chance. Multiple chances. This is ours.
Jordie’s room is exactly what you’d expect—organized chaos, hockey posters, clothes on the floor. He doesn’t bother cleaning up, just pulls Elise to the bed and sits, pulling her onto his lap.
I close the door behind us. Lock it out of habit.
“Come here,” Jordie tells me, and there’s command in his voice that I’m not used to hearing off the ice.
I sit next to them on the bed and Jordie maneuvers Elise so she’s straddling his lap, facing me. His hands are already under her shirt, working it up and off.
She’s wearing a simple black bra. Nothing fancy. But the way she looks—cheeks flushed, lips swollen from Jordie’s kisses, hair messy—is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Your turn,” Jordie says to me.
I lean forward, cup the back of Elise’s neck, and kiss her. She tastes like the mint tea she was drinking earlier and something sweeter. Her mouth opens for me immediately, her tonguemeeting mine, and I can feel Jordie’s hands on her from behind, working at her bra clasp.
The bra falls away and Jordie makes this sound of appreciation that makes my dick throb.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his hands coming around to cup her breasts, and Elise breaks the kiss to gasp.
I watch his hands on her, calloused against her pale skin, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they peak. She’s making these small sounds, her head falling back against his shoulder.
