Winning him over was the final obstacle. I finally felt like I belonged here and wasn’t some fraud who might get fired after a single mistake. I still felt a little bit of impostor syndrome everytime I walked into the arena, but I doubted that wouldevergo away.
Overall, I was in a good place.
Another good place was between Rhett and Cole. After getting plenty of sleep the night we returned, Cole invited me over to his place in downtown Atlanta. It was a sprawling condo on the top floor of a high rise, with a balcony overlooking the rest of the city.
But Cole wasn’t alone. Rhett was sitting on the couch, drinking a beer out of a pint glass.
“You look surprised to see me,” he said when I walked in.
“Surprised, but not unhappy,” I replied, turning to Cole. “You didn’t want to have a third date with just the two of us?”
“Rhett and I were fighting over who would get to hang out with you tonight,” he explained. “There’ll be plenty of opportunities for us to have private time, eh?”
Without much preamble, the two of them took me right there in the living room. I dropped to my knees next to the couch and took turns going down on them. When they couldn’t stand it any longer, they pulled me to my feet and bent me over the couch, fucking me from behind like they’d been thinking about it for weeks.
Which, honestly, they probably had been.
They alternated like that, swapping out like a hockey line change. Cole gripped my waist with both hands and fucked me while Rhett fondled my breasts from the side, then they switched and Cole kissed me while his teammate took me from behind.
“I bet I can last longer than you,” Rhett managed to grit out at one point.
“I doubt it,” Cole replied with a snicker. “But I’d like to see you try.”
In the end, Rhett lost that bet. He pulled out to switch with Cole, and I grabbed his cock and stroked him while the defenseman pounded me doggy style. But that touch was enough to send Rhett over the edge, and he roared and shot his load all over my upper back.
Cole wasn’t far behind him, but he still won.
It was even better than the first time, but I still hadn’t slept with Cole by himself. Not that I was complaining—getting shared by two men at the same time was absolutely incredible in every possible way. But at some point, I was looking forward to Cole having me all to himself.
My parents drove up to visit me for Christmas. It was good to see them, although it made it more difficult to hook up with my two hockey lovers.
“We’re just so proud of you!” Dad said while we had Christmas dinner in my apartment. The turkey I’d baked was a little dry, but the ham made up for it.
“Your father watches every game,” Mom said. “He likes to pause it when they show you on the bench.”
“Of course I pause it. My daughter is on television. Did you ever think she would be on television, Veronica?”
Mom rolled her eyes and turned back to me. “Have you used your new fame to date anyone, honey?”
“I don’t have any fame. I’m just the team’s physical trainer,” I insisted. “And no, I haven’t.”
I hated lying to my parents, but I wasn’t ready to tell them the truth. Mom was a notorious gossip, and if I told her eventhe tiniest amount of information regarding Cole and Rhett, she would share it with her entire book club before I could blink.
“What about the hockey players?” Dad asked.
“Dad!”
“What? I’m just asking.”
“Stay away from the players,” Mom warned me. “They’re cocky and overpaid.”
“Okay, Mom.”
“Also, it’s a bad idea to date someone at work. It never ends well.”
I gave a start. “You and Mom met at work thirty years ago!”
“And it ended poorly,” Dad said with a shit-eating grin. “Now I’m stuck with her.”
