“Stand up,” he orders, and I comply. I’ve barely stood when he begins easing the leggings down my hips, along with my panties.
I help them undress, stripping away the last barriers between us until there’s nothing left but heat and skin and the sheer need pulsing between us.
I lie back against the pillows, my body trembling with anticipation as they hover over me. Chase kisses down my stomach, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, while Blake captures my lips again, his fingers tangling with mine.
Chase continues kissing me lower, his body moving between my legs as his lips meet my mound. He uses his hand to spread my lips, putting my pussy on full display for him as he swirls his tongue around my clit. Blake breaks our kiss as he lowers his head to my breast, flicking his tongue across my pebbled nipple. I arch my back upward, pressing my body into them. Chase slips a finger into my hole, pumping it in and out, curling the tip of his finger, hitting my G-spot with each outward motion.
It’s so much happening at once and heaviness builds low in my stomach as my body comes alive and my orgasm takes over. Chase doesn’t stop, but continues to assault my body, pushing further. I press my legs together, pressing them into his body as his laugh vibrates against my clit.
“I think she likes that, Chase,” Blake’s husky voice tells me.
My orgasm passes, and my legs fall to the side, releasing Chase from their hold. I open my eyes, peering up at him, seeing my juices glistening on his face. Blake sits up, moving closer toward Chase and takes his mouth with his, tasting me on his lips.
“Ready for more?” Blake asks. I nod, but that doesn’t make him happy. “No, Little One, I need words. I need to know whose cock you want in your pussy and who’s gonna get those pouty lips.”
My eyes shift between them, unable to make a choice. “Surprise me,” I finally say.
They both laugh, then lock eyes as if they’re having a mental conversation.
“On your knees, Little One. You’re going to suck Chase dry while I fuck you.”
I quickly move into position, surrendering completely to them, to the love in their eyes, to the way their hands and lips explore every inch of me, worshipping me the way I’ve always craved. There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing—just pure, unfiltered passion as we move together, completely in sync, bound by something far deeper than just physical desire.
Chapter 35
Carter
The rich aroma ofcoffee lingers in the air as the three of us sit at the kitchen table, the morning still quiet aside from the occasional creak of the house settling. Ginny is still sound asleep in Blake and Chase’s bed after the night they had—hell, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still reeling from the way her moans echoed through the walls. The memory alone has my body tightening.
But right now, my mind is on something else.
“I didn’t like seeing her crying like that yesterday.” I break the silence, wrapping my hands around my warm mug.
“Neither did we,” Blake and Chase say in unison.
I exhale a heavy breath, rubbing the back of my neck. “So what are we going to do about Coach? That prick Antony has already planted the seed of doubt. Maybe this is our sign to go to him, come clean. I know I, for one, am tired of hiding. I want to take her out on a date. I want us to all go out as a couple, a throuple, a fucking family unit… I don’t know what this is called, but I want the world to know.”
Chase nods, his jaw tightening. “I spent too much of my life hiding. Then I made the mistake of asking Blake to do the same. I don’t want to make that mistake again.” His gaze flicks to Blake, and when their hands find each other across the table, my heart warms. The way they love each other, unashamed and open, is something I admire. The team has seen it too, offering support rather than judgment, and I want the same for Ginny.
“Coach isn’t going to take this well. Are we all ready for his reaction?” I speak up, knowing we need to look at the whole picture. This is huge, and we’re about to unleash a storm of epic proportions.
“Then I’ll quit,” Blake blurts.
Chase and I snap our heads to him, our mouths dropping open in surprise at this bold statement.
“I can’t have you do that.” Ginny’s small frame stands just inside the kitchen, her eyes heavy with worry. Dressed in one of my brother’s oversized shirts that swallows her petite body, she looks fragile but determined.
“Come here, Little One.” Blake immediately holds out a hand, and she hesitates only a second before crossing the room, slipping onto his lap. His arms wrap around her, holding her close as if shielding her from the weight of this conversation.
“Are you sure? What about playing in the NHL?” Chase asks him.
“That’s been your dream since we first started playing,” I add. The thought of him giving up something he’s dreamed of doing doesn’t sit right with me.
Blake’s fingers stroke absentmindedly over Ginny’s thigh as he exhales deeply. “Dreams change,” he replies, his voice full of resolve. “I love hockey. I love the team, the feeling of unity, the excitement when we win, and the devastation when we lose. But I don’t feel the same love for the sport that I once did.”
“Do you not want to play anymore?” Ginny asks him, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
“No, I do. But for fun. I love coaching our youth team and just messing around playing with you guys, but playing professionally is not what I see myself doing for the rest of my life. I love being able to skate freely on the ice.” I watch his face, seeing it light up with the last part.
