I should push him away. Should fight back. Should remind him that I wasn't his to command.
Instead, I leaned into it. My cock went instantly hard in my dress pants. I could feel Jaxon hard too, pressed against my hip.
"You've been thinking about this all game, haven't you?" Jaxon's thumb pressed against my pulse point. "Felt you get hard when we went down on the ice."
"You were hard too," I managed.
"Yeah, I was." His eyes were dark, feral. "Been hard since I saw her wearing your jersey. Wanted to rip it off her and replace it with mine."
"Too bad," I said, even though my breathing was ragged. "She's wearing mine tonight."
"Next game, she's wearing mine."
"Fine."
We were so close I could feel his breath on my lips. Could see the want in his eyes. The same want that was probably written all over my face. I wanted to kiss him. Wanted to find out if his mouth tasted the same as it had at the cabin. Wanted to see if this thing between us was just the bond or something more.
Jaxon leaned in, his lips almost touching my ear.
"Not without our Omega's pussy in the middle, Baby."
The words sent heat straight to my cock.
He was right. This wasn't just about us. It was about all three of us. The trinity.
"She's waiting," I said, my voice rough.
"At the cabin?"
"Yeah."
Jaxon's hand tightened on my throat for just a second before releasing me. "Then what the fuck are we doing here?"
Good question.
We walked back into the bar together. I threw cash on the counter, caught Noah's eye.
"Leaving," I said.
Noah's grin was knowing. "Have fun."
Marcus looked like he wanted to say something but I was already heading for the door. Jaxon followed.
We stood in the parking lot, between our two vehicles.
"Meet you there?" Jaxon asked.
"Yeah."
He got on his motorcycle. I got in my car.
And we both drove toward the cabin. Toward Reina. Toward whatever this thing between the three of us was becoming. My phone buzzed as I drove. A text from Reina.
Are you coming home?
Home.She’d called it home.
Yeah, Sweetheart. We both are.
