Me: All three of you.
39
Cole
June’s text made me do a U-turn on the frontage road.
Spending the evening with her would be a lot better than being alone.
I was the first to arrive, but only by about twenty seconds. Elias intercepted me by the front door, some extra pep in his step and a bottle of champagne in his hand.
“We celebrating?” I asked.
He glanced at it, then shrugged. “Outcome wasn’t good. But season was.”
We nodded at each other and took the elevator up. It occurred to me that I hadn’t been with June and Elias at the same time. As far as I knew, he hadn’t been with June and Rhett, either.
I wondered if we would all vibe together. I hoped so.
This might be the ultimate test of what our relationship might look like going forward.
No pressure.
But when June opened the door and let us inside, Rhett was already sitting on the couch.
“What took you so long?” he asked with a grin.
“I made a U-turn to get here,” I said. “How’d you beat me?”
“He was already waiting downstairs when I sent the text,” June explained while letting us inside. “He beatmehere.”
She kissed me, a kiss of greeting, but I wasn’t here for formalities or to take my time. After today’s game, I desperately needed June—physicallyandemotionally.
“Well then.” She pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside. “I agree. Why wait?”
I deepened my kiss as June pushed onto her toes to reach me. She was still wearing her bra, but her stiff nipples rubbed against my bare chest. Her way of teasing me without saying anything. My tongue delved deeper still, brushing against hers until the rush of it settled in my crotch. She noticed it instantly, and moved close to grind her hip against my hardening cock.
In a blink, there were another pair of hands on her. One hand intent on mapping her planes and curves, the other possessively claiming every bare inch. Elias moved and breathed like a man about to lose his mind if he didn’t have all of her all at once. I broke the kiss and, with a light touch to her chin, guided her face toward him. Her mouth stayed open after leaving mine, and easily latched onto him with the same relish.
Her fingers brushed over the bulge that tented his sweatpants, but it was me who shivered. I never thought I could get this turned on by watching her be with another man.
But it was every bit as hot with Elias as it was with Rhett.
Without stopping, eyes still closed, June reached over and slid her other hand into my boxers. As if she were reading my fucking mind. I swayed on the spot, caught off guard by how deliberate she was. No hesitation, just took what was already straining for her.
I dragged my lips over hers again. “I’m starting to feel better already.”
“Good enough to celebrate a great season?” she asked.
Just then, Rhett appeared in the corner of my vision, wearing nothing but a wicked glint in his eye and hefting the bottle of Champagne. It was open. “A celebration isn’t a celebration until the fireworks come out.”
“Champagne,” Elias corrected, looking a little confused.
One corner of Rhett’s mouth curled, and he winked at us. “We’re the fireworks, buddy.” He sauntered over to June, his semi-hard cock swinging, and wrapped an arm around her waist. “And June’s the match.”
With her pressed against him, Rhett lifted the bottle over their heads and tilted his back, pouring some Champagne into his mouth. But instead of swallowing, he bent down to kiss her.
Bubbles spilled between their mouths as they went for it, dripping down her chin and sliding over the hollow of her throat. My cock jerked at the sight. How she let him in, moving without restraint, fingers splayed over his hips while her body leaned back into mine.
