When she comes, it's with a scream that I capture with my kiss. Her body shakes between us, her inner walls clenching around Jack's fingers. She grabs my dick so hard it sends me over the edge, too, my come filling her hand.
We don't stop. We take turns bringing her to the edge and over, again and again, until she's boneless and sated. Then it's Noahand Jack's turn. She grasps Noah's dick and gives Jack a blowjob that has me instantly hard again just watching.
When she brings them to orgasm, I flip her onto her stomach, then grab her hips and lift her onto her knees. I enter her, her tight heat surrounding me as Jack and Noah scoot to the sides of her. Noah sucks on one nipple and slides his hand over to rub her clit while Jack alternates between sucking and biting her other nipple.
"Oh God!" she pants out as I slam into her over and over. Letting go of her hips with one hand, I reach up and grasp her hair, then pull it just hard enough so that her head leans back. Her entire body is trembling, her gasps of pleasure filling the bedroom.
We come at the same time, her inner muscles milking my seed. Damn, this second time was even more intense than the first, and I practically collapse on my side next to her. For a long while, all that can be heard is everyone struggling to catch their breath and slow down their hearts.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, breaking the peaceful silence. I reach for it, expecting a text from one of my players or maybe the athletic director.
Instead, it's an email alert. The subject line makes my stomach drop like a fumbled ball in the end zone.
Away game cancellation.
Due to recent events and concerns raised by parents, this weekend's away game has been canceled. The athletic department will be conducting a review of all coaching staff and their associations with current investigations.
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MIA
I lie awake between three warm bodies, staring at the ceiling while guilt eats me alive from the inside out. Jack's arm drapes across my waist, his breathing deep and even against my shoulder. Blake's muscular leg tangles with mine, his hand resting possessively on my hip. Noah's fingers are threaded through my hair, his lean frame pressed against my back.
They're all here. All three of them. And I'm destroying every single one of them.
The thought sits in my chest like a boulder, crushing the air from my lungs. I can't breathe. Can't think past the litany of damage I've caused.
Jack could lose everything. His position as principal, the career he's built over decades, the respect he commands. All because he defended me.
Blake's away game got canceled. The email was clear enough. The school board is reviewing all coaching staff and their "associations with current investigations." Translation: they're punishing him for standing by me. His players will suffer. Hiscareer trajectory could stall. All because he refused to abandon me when things got ugly.
And Noah. God, Noah. The quiet, respected history teacher who never caused a moment of trouble. Now he's caught up in this mess, his reputation tarnished by association. Parents will question his judgment. Colleagues will whisper. His professional credibility could be destroyed simply because he cares about me.
I did this. I brought this chaos into their lives.
My father's words echo in my head like a curse.You're no daughter of mine.The rejection still burns like acid in my veins. And my mother's disappointment, the way her face crumpled when she realized what I'd done, what I'd kept from them for ten years.
The vandalized classroom flashes through my mind. WHORE. SLUT. LIAR. Red paint dripping down the walls like blood. Kyle's satisfied smile as I was escorted from the building. The parents complaints painting me as morally corrupt, unfit to teach their precious children.
Everything I touch turns to ash. Everyone who gets close to me gets burned.
Jack stirs beside me, his hazel eyes opening in the darkness. Even exhausted, even worried, he's devastatingly handsome. The strong jaw, the way his dark hair falls across his forehead, the muscular chest visible above the sheet.
"Can't sleep?" His voice is rough with sleep, intimate in the quiet room.
"Just thinking."
"About?" He props himself up on one elbow, his hand moving to cup my face. His palm is warm against my cheek.
"About how I'm ruining your lives." The words come out broken, barely above a whisper.
Blake wakes at my voice, his brown eyes immediately alert. Years of coaching have trained him to wake quickly, to assess situations in seconds. "What's wrong?"
"Everything." I try to sit up but Jack's arm tightens around me, holding me in place. "Everything is wrong. You're all paying the price for being with me."
Noah shifts behind me, his hand sliding from my hair to my shoulder. "Mia, we've talked about this." Apparently, he's awake now too. Great. Add that to my list of sins. I can't even let my men sleep in peace.
"Talking doesn't change reality." My voice rises slightly, frustration and guilt warring in my chest. "You guys could all lose your jobs. All because of me."
