“Baby girl,” Alek said, his voice a low rumble that went straight to my clit. “Why did you ask us to come here tonight?”
I blinked, the question cutting through my hurt and anger like a blade over ice. I met his eyes. “So you could beg for my forgiveness.”
Alek’s low chuckle did something to me, and I pressed my thighs together, embarrassed by how fucking needy I was for these men.
And when he dropped to his knees before me, wrapping his arms around my legs, it knocked the breath out of me.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. I love you. I want you. I want to be with you.” His eyes slid to the two men on either side of him. “I want the four of us to be together. I’m sorry I made a decision for you without checking first.”
He looked up at me with sly eyes. “But sometimes you like it when I do that.”
A smile cracked my face, despite myself, and I cupped his cheeks, the rough scrape of his beard against my hands grounding me. “I love it when you take care of me, when the three of you make it impossible to worry about anything because I know you’ll be there for me. But we both know that’s not what I’m talking about here.”
He nodded solemnly. “I’m still going to punish you when you deserve it.”
I laughed softly, stroking my thumbs over his sharp cheekbones. “When I want it,” I corrected.
“Like right fucking now,” Cole said, sliding a hand up the long jersey. “Oh fuck,” he whimpered when he discovered I wasn’t wearing anything but black lace underneath.
“Apologize,” I said, arching my back so I could look up at him.
He grabbed my hair, and Alek tightened his grip on my ass so they could curve my spine more fully, until I was looking straight up.
“Open,” Cole said.
“Apologize.”
He blinked, and then the slow smile that came over his face was like the fucking sun. “I love you, Eva, but I am never going to apologize for doing what I think is right.”
“Not good enough,” I gasped as Alek’s fingers kneaded my skin, and he nuzzled his face against my thighs, pushing the hem of the jersey up.
Tristan yanked Cole’s head toward him. “Baby, apologize to our girl. We fucked up, and she’s gonna make us all suffer until you do.”
“Open,” Cole repeated. “C’mon, sparrow.”
His blue eyes were stormy with need and deeper emotions he hadn’t yet named.
Silently, obediently, I did as he asked, knowing exactly what was coming.
He spit into my mouth.
“I love you, sparrow. I was an asshole, and I’m sorry. I’ll probably be an asshole again, and I’ll be sorry then too. But I swear to you, I am yours for as long as you’ll have me. Now, swallow my spit like the good fucking girl you are so we can ruin you like you summoned us here to do.”
Once again, I did as I was told, hope beating like wildfire in my chest.
Alek stood, pulling me fully upright as he did. “Now, skate down to the goal and put your hands on the top frame. Then close your eyes and wait like the good girl Cole seems to think you are.”
I snorted softly. Iwasa good girl, especially for these men.
“C’mon, kitten,” Tristan said, offering me his hand. “Let’s go.”
Our fingers twined together, we moved over the ice. He remained at my side when I reached the goal, when I carefully wrapped my fingers around the cold metal of the top bar, when I spread my legs invitingly, and when I closed my eyes.
“I’m sorry, kitten. So fucking sorry.” he murmured, “I’m so fucking grateful you’re here, trusting us to love you as much as you love us.”
My eyes flew open, and I looked at him. “I do, you know. Love you.”
The hard smack against my ass startled a yelp out of me. “Eyes closed, slut.”
