She moaned, slid her hands up her chest, and cupped her perfect breasts. Her fingers found her nipples, pinching and twisting until her breath caught. “Like this, Jer?”
“Yeah . . . just like that. Harder.”
She obeyed, tugging them so far they almost brushed her lips, her tits shifting and bouncing with every grind of her hips on Dirks’s cock.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, pumping myself faster. “Your tits are perfect, Luna. Don’t stop.”
She squeezed them together, her cleavage swelling high, her eyes locked on mine while she rode him harder. The sight of her—body flushed, tits heavy—had me right on the edge.
Dirks’s voice cracked behind her, desperate. “Shit— Luna, I’m coming?—”
Her moan turned into a cry, “Yes, yes, oh god—” Her body locked up, as she slammed down one more time before shuddering through it.
We all came at once—me spilling into my fist, Dirks groaning through clenched teeth, Luna grinding against him with her tits still in her hands, nipples hard.
I leaned back, breathing hard, wiping myself clean with a shirt from the floor. Luna slowly lifted herself off him, both of them panting, and reached for a towel to gently clean Dirks, brushing her fingers over him in quiet aftercare.
“Come on, party boy,” I said with a pat to his chest. “We gotta go celebrate.”
Luna paused, turned toward me, and tugged on my arm. Her eyes were still hazy, her lips parted. “I need you tonight.”
I cupped her cheek and pulled her in close until our foreheads touched. “I’m right here, honey,” I murmured before kissing her slowly.
52
luna
It was embarrassingly easy to forgive him. To let him step right back into my life like he’d never been gone. Four months apart had stretched like years, each day a slow, suffocating burn, but the second I saw him... it was like no time had passed at all.
I told myself I should be angry, that I should make him work for it and prove he deserved a place in my life again. The truth was, I’d been living on half a heartbeat without him. When he was standing in front of me again, all that anger I thought I’d been holding onto... dissolved.
I knew what it felt like to be without him, and I’d rather risk getting hurt all over again than go back to that hollow space he’d left behind.
I laced my fingers through Jer’s, my other hand finding Dirks’s as I guided them down the hall. There was a steadiness in having them both beside me.
I looked at Dirks. “Open.”
He arched a brow, but pushed the door open anyway, stepping into the cool night air.
He turned his head slowly, taking it all in. “Wow.”
The rooftop pool glittered under strings of warm lights, but it wasn’t just the view—it was everything we’d done to transform it. The Chicago Ravens’s black and red bled into every detail: banners draped along the railings, cocktail tables wrapped in satin, centerpieces shaped like miniature hockey sticks and pucks. The water reflected it all back like a mirror, and the skyline rose up behind it.
“Thank you so much,” Dirks breathed.
“Congrats,” Jer added with a smirk, leaning in to nudge him.
I smiled, pulling them both close and pressing a kiss to each of their lips, tasting the shared grin between us.
The door swung open behind us as people filed in—teammates, friends, staff, all of them buzzing with energy. I made a point to keep Jer’s hand locked in mine, brushing my thumb over his knuckles every so often. Every time I glanced at him, he gave me that small, knowing look, the one that said he was fine. He even seemed at ease, greeting half the room like he’d never left—most of them were old teammates, after all.
I was mid-conversation with someone from the training staff when a woman I didn’t recognize walked straight toward me, a camera hanging from her neck.
“I’m doing some press for the team. Can I get a photo of the famous yoga superstar Luna and her... boyfriend?”
I looked over at Jer, raising a brow. He gave me the smallest nod.
“Yes, of course, but I need to get my other boyfriend, too.”
