The house was still dark when I got home just after three o’clock. I decided to go inside and be useful. I went upstairs and dragged out my trusty old laptop and the mic I loved so much. I unearthed my headphones from the computer bag and closed the door to Jake and Declan’s bedroom. I set up my laptop on a pillow and sat in there with the sun streaming through the windows and the smells of the two men who’d fucked me subtly drifting on the air. I hadn’t been this happy in a long while.
I brought up the program I used to make my videos and hit Record. “Hey, it’s me, your boyfriend. You know that thing you did to me last night? Where you held me down? I loved it.”
Smirking, I kept talking, and yeah, I described a very mild version of what had happened to me, but I was so pleased with life today that I couldn’t help it. I’d never put so much of my real circumstances into a recording. I hoped Jake and Declan wouldn’t mind. Hell, a filthy little part of me hoped it turned them on knowing strangers would hear all about how good they made me feel. Once I was happy with my ASMR track, I edited it, then uploaded the file. Less than a minute after the recording was live, it already had five views. I smiled to myself as I went downstairs to start dinner.
My cooking skills were not what anyone would call extensive, so I dug a package of ground beef out of the meat drawer, found a jar of homemade spaghetti sauce in a cupboard, and went about making a super simple goulash.
The sun was long in the windows by the time Jake got in, rattling around in the front hallway, and I knew he was there as he came up behind me where I was at the stove, turning off the burner under the goulash.
He kissed my ear, and I leaned back into his warm embrace. “This is so weird. Usually I just eat takeout or leftovers the first day Dec’s gone. I’m too busy being a sad sack to cook.”
“Well, surprise? Good one, I hope.” I glanced back at him and got stuck staring into his dark eyes.
“Yeah, this is wonderful.” He kissed the back of my neck, and I shivered at the rush of tingles that twisted low in my belly.
He brushed his mouth against my skin, and I pressed back against him as he laughed. “Did something happen? I got an interesting text from Coach. He asked if Dec and I were doing okay.” He scraped his teeth along my skin, and I held in a moan. He bit harder, and I let the sound out as he pumped his hips against me.
“I…. Declan kissed me. At the airport. Before he left.”
Jake turned me and ate at my lips with his. I was surprised out of being afraid he’d be angry. He pulled back and dropped his forehead against mine the exact same way Declan had, and I couldn’t get over how touched I was that they were treating me like I mattered.
“You’re not upset?”
“Not at all.” He shook his head. “I’m glad he’s feeling the same way about you that I am.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I kissed his cheek, and he rubbed his hand along my back like maybe he knew I wanted to say something and just didn’t know how or what. We didn’t talk much as we set the table, and Jake poured us both glasses of iced mint tea from the fridge. We worked easily together, not getting in each other’s way, and I was smiling by the time we sat down to steaming plates of food. I shoveled a bite onto my spoon and blew on it as Jake stared at me. “What?” I asked.
“I liked your new recording.”
I dropped my spoon onto my plate. “How did you see that already?”
Jake grinned. “I get alerts for your stuff.”
I groaned and covered my face with my hands, but he only tugged them down.
“I listened to it on my earbuds at work.” His cheeks flushed, and he flashed me his teeth in a playful smile.
“You didn’t.”
He shrugged. “It doesn’t take me long with your voice in my ears.”
I sat taller in my chair, and heat coiled in my stomach. “Oh.”
He grabbed a spoon and dug into the pile of food on his plate. “Do you want to go out tonight or stay in?”
“In,” I said, far too fast.
He chuckled and knocked his knee against mine under the table. I was embarrassed, but happy, too. I loved knowing I didn’t even need to be in the room to get Jake fired up. I would never get tired of being his kink.
15
Declan
Coach stared a little too hard,and it was clear the question was coming before it did. Knowing Coach, it’s why he’d sent me to the benches to get a drink.
“Jake said you’re both okay.” He sat on the bench next to me and stared out at the ice, where my teammates were running quick hands and 360 drills. In a few hours we’d be playing our next game, and all of us needed to be focused, but we were like a family in a lot of ways. Coach and the boys liked Jake, and I understood why they were worried.
“We are.” I smiled at him and took a moment to take in his appearance. Coach was probably in his early forties at most, with a somewhat watered-down Russian accent. He’d been in America since his twenties, and he’d been playing hockey since the moment he arrived. We’d watched enough videos of him to know what type of player he’d been and why he was our coach.
