“Just breathe,” Liam murmurs against my ear.
Pierce’s fingers work down my spine, finding points of tension I didn’t even know existed. Each press of his thumbs sends ripples of relief through my overheated skin. His touch is firm enough to reach deep tissue but gentle enough not to hurt. And I’m not turned on, not exactly, it’s like he’s pulling the awful needing feeling back.
“Did you know,” Pierce says conversationally, as if I’m not half-naked and trembling, “that I’m actually a trained massage therapist?”
“Really?” I sigh, and melt into Liam’s shoulder.
“When we moved to Nashville, Beckett’s rotator cuff was giving him issues from over-training. The team has excellent trainers, but I knew I could give him more. Never got full licensed though.”
“It took him two years,” Liam adds. “He practiced on me all the time. It was fucking great.”
“They have a mini-certification course on massage during heat. I guess I’ll have to take that now.”
“Ouch,” I yelp when his thumb presses on a sore spot in my shoulder. He doesn’t let up, he keeps the pressure constant.
“That’s it,” Liam murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. His hands slide from my waist to my thighs. “Just let go.”
I do. Something inside me surrenders, not to the heat but to them, to my alphas. Pierce keeps pressure in that one spot, as his other hand moves in slow circles, and I find myself melting into Liam. The thin cotton of his shirt is rough against my over sensitized skin, but I don’t mind.
“Better?” Pierce asks, his voice is rougher than before.
I nod, unable to form words. My body answers for me, hips shifting against Liam. I feel him harden beneath me, sending a fresh wave of slick between my legs.
Liam brushes my hair back to kiss my neck. I tilt my head to give him more space. I feel Pierce’s lips join Liam’s further down my shoulder.
“That’s nice.”
Liam’s grip on my thighs tightens just a little, guiding my movements as I begin to grind more deliberately against him.
Pierce slides his hand into my hair and pulls my head back. His kiss is soft and tentative. Even though he’s the one who has me bythe hair, I feel like I’m the one in control. So, I test that. I demand more with my mouth and he matches me perfectly.
That needy feeling starts clawing its way back. Heat flashes through my body again but it doesn’t feel yuckie like before.
“Not so bitchy now,” Pierce growls into my ear. “Let us take care of you.”
I lean back into Pierce and let Liam trail kisses down my chest.
“You smell like peaches left in the sun,” Pierce whispers. “I don’t think you fully understand how gorgeous you are.”
I close my eyes and, maybe for the first time, just let myself feel. Each touch, each kiss, makes the next one hotter. I reach for Pierce’s hand and move it between my legs.
The door flings open and Beckett is here, breathing hard.
“Ash! Are you…” He gets an eyeful of me on Liam’s lap with Pierce’s hand on my pussy. “Oh.” He blinks like this is not what he was expecting.
I struggle to untangle myself, making frustrated noises until Pierce picks me up and puts me on my feet. I launch myself at Beckett.
“You won!” My legs are unsteady, but momentum carries me forward until I collide with his chest, hands already scrabbling at the protective gear covering him.
“They said you were in…”
“Off,” I demand, tugging at his damp jersey. “Get this off. Now.”
His hands catch mine, stilling them. “Hey, slow down. I just came off the ice. I’m gross. Let me shower—“
“No,” I cut him off, shaking free of his grip to resume my attack on his gear. “I don’t care. I want you like this. I need you now.”
Heat is back in full force, all that dreamy relaxation gone. The jersey comes off, but my fingers tremble as I struggle with unfamiliar straps and buckles, growing more frustrated with each failed attempt.
