Will really was handsome. Cute little buzzed haircut, thick thighs, broad shoulders.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “What’re you up to for the rest of the day?”
“I have to film a few more videos and an unboxing for that brand collab.”
Somewhere along the way, my little yoga videos had gone viral. I think it was because I was loud. My clothes were loud. My hair was loud.Everything about mewas loud. I didn’t have the typical yogi body either—big tits, small waist, soft belly, thick ass. But I did yoga. All the time. It calmed me. It was the one thing that didn’t ask me to be anything other than exactly who I was.
“Dinner tonight? Or I can stay . . . ”
I shook my head, lifting the covers to my face. “No, I really am tired.”
He nodded, because of course he did. Agreeable, always. Then he told me he loved me and walked out the door.
Just like that. There was no argument, mess, or tension because there never was any of that. And that was part of the problem.
I waited until I heard the softclickof the door as Will pulled it shut behind him. Then I listened for the sound of his footsteps rounding the front of the apartment. When I heard the gate creak and the car door unlock, I knew he was gone.
That’s when I ripped the covers down.
I closed my eyes, slipping my fingers between my thighs, already trailing lightly along my clit.
Fuck, I needed to actually come.
This was the other half of the routine, the one I never talked about. During sex, more often than not, I didn’t finish. So I had to finish myself afterward.
I ran my fingers down to my pussy, trying to focus, to imaginesomethinghot enough to make this work. Something that would tip me over the edge. I pressed harder, even tried licking myself clean, hoping the taste would spark something real.
It didn’t.
I groaned and dropped my head back against the pillow, frustration curling in my stomach. With a sigh, I reached for my phone, already knowing damn well the one thing that would get me off was the one thing I definitelyshouldn’topen.
I unlocked my phone, guilt settling behind my ribs. My thumb hovered for half a second before I tapped open the hidden folder, buried behind a decoy app like I was some teenager with secrets.
I scrolled until I found it.Thevideo.
It was old. Years old. Back when Jeremy still played for the Chicago Ravens. Before everything fell apart. Before London. Before I found out he went to rehab. Before I realized that love wasn’t always enough.
I hit play.
The camera shook slightly as the play moved across the ice, catching Jeremy first, dark hair peeking out from under his helmet, his stride aggressive, fluid, angry. Dirks came into view next, all bright blond hair and those unmistakable glacier-blue eyes.
They skated in sync, as if their bodies justkneweach other. The chemistry was unreal. And as if some invisible cue went off, they both dropped their gloves.
The camera zoomed in as Dirks shoved an opposing player against the boards, fist landing hard, fast. Jeremy joined seconds later, taking on the teammate who tried to interfere. It was chaos. They fought like they were made for it, like they were made for each other. The aggression, the power, the silent understanding.
I slid my hand back between my legs. Heat punched through me so fast I gasped.
Dirks was the pretty one. Tall, lean, with a cut jawline. Blonde hair always a little messy, like he’d just run his handsthrough it after fucking someone against a wall. And those eyes, icy, calculating, like they could slice you open without trying.
Jeremy was darker. Built like a damn brawler, all broad shoulders and rage. His eyes were almost black. The kind that saweverything. He didn’t look at you, hereadyou.
The two of them together?
My fingers circled my clit faster as my hips arched off the mattress.
I remembered the way they used to take me. Together. Dirks fucking my mouth while Jeremy split me open from behind, both of them talking shit in my ears like they were playing a game only I was lucky enough to lose.
I changed my pace and brushed my clit slowly, reminding me how I liked tomakeDirks beg for it.
