“So she knows for sure we both want her?” I asked, just as Bray took my flagging cock in hand and stroked me, then licked my cockhead.
“Yeah.” He sucked me down again, going deeper with every pass. He swiped his tongue over my glans every time he pulled up and ran it along my length as he bobbed forward. I pumped my hips, dipping my cock into the tight clasp of his throat when his nose brushed my pubes. He kept going until my legs shook and my balls drew up.
“Fuck, Texas,” I grunted. “Gonna come.”
He pulled off. His eyes were closed, and I jacked off, pointing my cock at his cheek. My balls tingled, and waves of sensation rushed over me, starting at the base of my spine and radiating out. I unleashed, coating his cheek, lips, and chin with cum every time I stroked my cock. Seeing my stamp of ownership on him, marking him as mine, was an aphrodisiac, and it renewed the pulse of ecstasy washing through me.
I was breathless, my heart fluttering as I rode the post-orgasm high. I tugged Bray up and licked my cum off his face, feeding it to him with every kiss. He hummed and dipped his tongue into my mouth, carding my hair through his hands as he climbed onto my lap and pressed our torsos together.
I reached for his leggings, but he stopped me. “I want to save it.”
I nodded and leaned in to lick a line up his cheek, cleaning the last of my cum off him. I kissed him again, our tongues tangling and my cum sliding off my tongue onto his. When I pulled back, he slipped a pair of silk-and-lace panties out of his hoodie pocket and hooked them on his finger.
“A gift for you. Keeley had my cum running down her thighs when she went to the bathroom to clean up after we hooked up.”
“Fuck me,” I growled, then yanked him closer so I could take his mouth again. When we finally broke apart, I gasped for breath but didn’t let him go far. With our foreheads pressed together, I murmured, “I really want her, cowboy. I can’t tell you how much.”
“Me too.”
“Do we have a chance?” I asked. “We’re a lot.”
“Y’all, I think she’s the perfect person to handle us.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal, but I knew Bray better than that. He’d fallen head over tit for her. “She said it can’t happen again. She’s worried about her job as well as us. Maybe if we can talk it out, she might feel more comfortable with us? I don’t know.”
An ember of hope burned in me. Would it burn or flicker out? Only time would tell. Tonight couldn't come soon enough.
thirteen
Keeley
They were coming over.
Tonight.
I was going to explain everything to Spencer, apologize for sleeping with his husband, then I was going to beg them to keep it quiet. I needed this job. I loved public relations work, and the Seals were such a great organization with amazing benefits. I had a fantastic boss who was happy to allow me as much flexibility as I needed, and the office was close to my mom. I needed to put Hannah first. It would be difficult to get a better job than I already had; I didn’t want to risk losing it.
Not for a fling.
Certainly not with a player. The thought was bitter. Brayden’s reputation would suffer even more if word got out that we’d hooked up, but mine would be destroyed. He was impulsive, but he wasn’t a bad person. I loved the way he left people absolutely charmed. He was a ray of sunshine; one I liked having around. The team dynamics had shifted since Wilson’s retirement. He’d been the family guy, the one who gathered the rookies under his wing and made sure they were looking after themselves. Now itwas Gauthier and Rune, but they were more like big brothers rather than Wilson’s father figure. Brayden was the doer, always giving the team a reason to be together. They were closer now, and their friendships went deeper.
They cared.
I didn’t want to get in the way of that or distract from the team’s focus by causing another scandal. The last thing I wanted was to put the possibility of reaching the playoffs at risk. We had a real chance this season. If I ruined that, I’d never forgive myself. Neither would management.
“Mamá, tory, tory,” Hannah demanded as she splashed in the water of the bath.
“After your bath, sweet girl. Which story would you like to read? How about the sheep?”
Hannah’s little face lit up in a grin and she splashed her hands down again. “Yas, Green Sheep.”
“What color sheep is your favorite?”
“Green sheep,” she corrected.
“Shhh—” I whispered.
“Sleep, sleep,” she cried, her voice echoing off the walls of the bathroom and making me wince.
“Mamá, up. No more baff.” She stood and reached up for me. Before I wrapped her in the towel, I pointed to the plug.
