Homewrecker (Into the Flames #1)

by Cat Mason

  After he celebrates with the team and sends them back toward the locker room, he seeks us out. Grabbing me by the back of the neck, he pulls me closer to him by bending me over the fence a bit. I can feel the excitement roll off him while he kisses me, high fiving Dixon at the same time. He pulls away and rushes to catch up with the team, yelling over his shoulder that he’d meet us in the truck as soon as he was done.

  Walking through the parking lot, hand-in-hand with Dixon, we pass the crowds of people leaving and make our way toward the back lot by the field house where Gunnar parks his truck.

  Spinning me around, Dixon presses me against the door when we reach the truck and slams his mouth to mine. His hands slide down to cup my ass, rolling my body into his. It has my entire body heating instantly, making me forget to be mad about the mouthy bitch in the stands. Shit, if he keeps it up I’ll forget my own name, but I don’t care. All I want is to feel him touch me.

  A bag drops at our feet at the same time as I feel lips at my ear and I tilt toward them because I know they belong to Gunnar. Skimming the outer shell of my ear, he nips at the lobe with his teeth. “Can’t wait to get you home, baby.” His voice is wicked and laced with promise.

  Dixon breaks the kiss when I shudder beneath their hands and chuckles. “Get that ass in the truck, Sunshine. First stop is food, then it’s time for naked celebration.”

  Once we stop for our usual burgers, fries, and milkshakes at Pixie Drive-Thru, we make our way home. The air in the truck is adrenaline filled after such a win. His face is lit up like a kid on Christmas, and Dixon and I are right there with him. Reaching over, Gunnar grabs my hand and squeezes. “Tonight could possibly be the best night of my life.”

  “I’m so proud of you and the guys, baby.” I say, beaming at him.

  Looking over at me for a second, I notice his smile nearly touches his eyes. “Not just because of the win, Kennedy.” Squeezing my hand again, he stops at an intersection when the light changes and leans into my lips, kissing me quickly. “Because I had two of the most important people in my life walk onto the field with me tonight. The win was just icing on the cake.”

  Dixon slips his arm behind me, patting Gunnar on the shoulder. “Love you too, sweetcheeks, we can hug it out later.”

  Rounding the corner by our house, Gunnar turns into the driveway and we are met by Gunnar’s dad, George, leaning back against his old, rag top Jeep.

  “Hey, George,” I say, smiling as Dixon helps me from the truck and we grab the bags of food.

  Making my way over to him, I lean up and kiss his cheek. Instead of the warm greeting I usually get from him, he stays silent. He doesn’t move in for his usual hug but he continues to stares at Dixon. His lack of enthusiasm has me wondering what is wrong with him, but since I’m used to lackluster greetings from most of the parental figures in my life, I don’t give it much thought.

  Gunnar jumps out of the truck and rushes over to where his dad is still standing. Unlike with me, George wraps his arms around Gunnar, patting him on the back with a congratulations.

  “Why didn’t you tell us you were comin’ to the game?” Gunnar asks.

  He shrugs. “Didn’t want any more pressure on you than necessary. There’s no damn reason for you to have anything but the game on your mind when you’re there.”

  “If you had told one of us you were comin’ we would’ve brought food home for you too,” Dixon yells over the bed of the truck when he finishes speaking. George narrows his eyes at him, sliding his gaze over to me and then glares back at Dixon.

  Well, that was weird.

  “Not hungry. I saw something earlier that made me sick to my stomach. I don’t plan on stayin’ long anyway.”

  Turning his full attention back to Gunnar, he spins the conversation to the game, turning his back on us. Gunnar beams, oblivious to whatever is going on, and tells him everything he wants to know about.

  I grab ahold of Dixon’s hand and pull him along behind me to the house. It’s clear to see that there is something on George’s mind that has him upset with Dixon or myself for some reason, but he won’t talk about it. Instead of making everyone uncomfortable, letting Gunnar talk to him alone for a while seems like the way to go.

  Dropping the takeout bags on the counter, I head down the hall and change into something more comfortable than my game gear. Loose black pants and a purple tank seem like a good idea to me because if what was happening before we left the school was any indication of how the rest of the night would be, something easy to get out of will be vital.

  I turn the faucet on when I reach the kitchen sink and wait for the water to warm up so I can wash away the dirt they acquired at the game. Dixon steps up behind me. Pressing himself against my back, he pulls my hair up, piling it on top of my head. I lean forward to shut the water off and he grabs a hair tie from the window sill in front of us, looping it around the messy pile a few times. It won’t stay up long because they’ll want to be pulling it, but for now it’s out of Dixon’s way so he can get to my neck without having to continuously shift where he pushes it.

  His lips blaze a trail from shoulder to shoulder, making me close my eyes and moan when he gently bites where my neck and shoulder meet. His arms wrap around me, hands splaying across my stomach, and I lace my fingers with his. I roll my head as he makes his way across the back of my neck again, giving him more access to my skin. He drags his nose up the length of my neck to my ear, breathing me in as he does.

  “Guess what I just did,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.

  “Hmm?” I hum, opening my eyes to meet his in the reflection in the window above the sink.

  “Switched the laundry and dropped a new load in.”

  The sexy tone he uses makes me giggle, but I try to cover it. “Oh yeah? That’s hot, I think you’re my new hero.”

  Dropping his hands, he grabs my hips and spins me around. Hoisting me up, he slides me back onto the counter and situates himself between my thighs, letting his hands drift up them. I grab the front of his shirt, pulling him closer and nip at his mouth.

  “If you think that’s hot, you should probably know that Gunnar and I fixed the bathroom window and cleaned the garage too.”

  Letting my head fall back, I moan when he brushes his finger over my nipple. “God damn I think I just came. I knew I loved you two.” Sliding my fingers into his hair, I tug and make him groan. Looking at him I can’t help but wonder if he knows what was wrong with George, so I ask.

  Blowing out a breath, he nods. “I overheard ‘em talkin’ while I was switchin’ the laundry. He thinks that we’re fuckin’ around behind Gunnar’s back… again.” Dixon drops his head to my shoulder.

  “I’m sorry, baby,” I whisper against the side of his head. Sliding my arms around him, I pull him closer and tuck my face into his neck and comfort him as much as I can. Other than Gunnar and myself, the only other person’s opinion that matters to Dixon, is George. I know that feeling like he disappointed George is killing him inside.

  “We should’ve told him in person a long time ago.”

  “You’re damn right you should’ve, but you didn’t."

  Both of our heads snap up when George speaks up from the doorway. Dixon turns to face him, but he doesn’t step out from between my legs. In fact, he covers me almost protectively. From behind George, Gunnar winks at me.

  “Want a beer, Dad?” Gunnar asks, pushing his way past him, but George stays silent. Pulling open the fridge door, he looks over at us in question. We both shake our heads so he only grabs one. He pops the top, leaning around us to drop the cap with the rest of them. Before taking a drink he leans in and kisses me, smiling slightly against my lips.

  The tension in the room rises as we wait to find out what George is going to do now. He studies us, watching for a minute before blows out a deep breath. “This situation works for y’all?”

  Sliding one arm around Dixon’s chest, the other grabs Gunnar’s hand when he reaches out and I pull him tightly
against us.

  “So far, yeah,” Gunnar says, nodding. “Like I told you outside, if it isn’t somethin’ you’re comfortable with, you can see yourself out like Kennedy’s mom did.”

  “Boy, did I say anything negative about it?” Gunnar’s mouth snaps shut as we wait for George’s reaction. He shrugs, reaching out he grabs Gunnar’s beer and starts to drink it. We all know where Lynsey learned the move from now and I know she’s getting called out on it soon. “It’s not my life, guys. If this works for you, great. Maybe if I had thought about something like this I’d still be married. As long as y’all are happy, good.” We all breathe a sigh of relief, but he isn’t done yet. “Don’t ever go seekin’ other people’s approval for something that only effects the three of ya.”

  Dixon squeezes my knee. “We good?” he asks, and as soon as George nods he rushes forward and wraps his arms around him. When they let go, Dixon makes his way back over and leans against the counter beside me. The conversation finally begins to flow easily between everyone as we munch on the food we brought home. Every time I touch Dixon I can tell he is finally relaxed now and I know it’s because the thought of George being disappointed in him is no longer weighing on his mind.

  I think it’s a weight off of all our shoulders and I know what he said about other people’s approval was needed and it will stick with us for a long time.

  “Dinner?” I ask, looking up to meet Gunnar’s eyes. “It’s your night to pick what he have.”

  The mischief filled smile makes my stomach twist in anticipation. “If I remember correctly it’s my night to pick all activities.”

  “What do you want for dinner?” I laugh.

  Dixon chuckles from where he’s sitting at the island as Gunnar stalks me. Pushing me back against the counter, he boxes me in, dropping down so he’s eye level with me. With the look in his eye I think I’m going to get a dirty answer, but when he opens his mouth I’m shocked.

  “Bacon mac and cheese with corn on the side.”

  “Uh… ok.”

  “Problem?” he smirks. I shake my head, keeping my eyes locked on his as he stands up to his full height and forces me backwards over the counter. “Unless your pussy is an option.” That was more along the answer that I expected to begin with but before I have a chance to say anything he drops his mouth and kisses me roughly. He pulls away just as quickly and goes about pulling the things I will need from the cupboards. He doesn’t even act like what he just said was anything outside of normal everyday conversation while I’m standing here feeling like I’m melting into a puddle because he made me so hot.

  The three of us set to work getting dinner prepped and cooked. The entire time either of them get near me they touch me. A brush of a hand to my hip, a light kiss to my shoulder, an accidental rub of hips against my ass. I’m completely insane and can barely focus by the time we sit down to eat and they both know it. I nibble on the food on my plate, unable to get myself to think about anything but what I know is coming while they continue to carry on a conversation about some play they’re working on for the playoff game coming up. I watch their hands as they eat. Each flex of their fingers and arms has me clenching my thighs under the table, knowing exactly how they feel against my skin.

  “You feelin’ OK, Sunshine? Do we need to put you to bed?” Dixon asks, smirking, but he already knows what the answer is.

  “I’m fine,” I lie, bringing a fork full of macaroni to my lips.

  “Shame.” Gunnar shakes his head. Reaching over under the table he runs his fingers along the outside of my thigh. “I was hoping for an early bedtime tonight.”

  I clear my throat, wiping my mouth on my napkin as I try to keep my composure. “Dessert?”

  Standing up, Gunnar grabs my plate and sets it in the sink before leaning down next to me. Gripping my chin, he turns my face toward his. “Bad girls don’t get dessert, they get sent to bed early.” I narrow my eyes, trying to think of what I could have made me bad tonight.

  “What did I do to be bad?”

  He stands up, looking down at me. “I’m not entirely positive yet, but I’m sure I can think of somethin’.”

  Dixon leans into us, sliding his hand between my thighs. “Bad girls also get spankings. Are you sure you haven’t been bad?”

  Instead of waiting for them to continue torturing me, I push away from the table and stand up. Grabbing both of them by the hands, I lead the way down the hall to the bedroom. As soon as I walk through the door I drop their hands and begin stripping my clothes off. I bend over the edge of the bed and look back at them over my shoulder, wiggling my ass back and forth at them. “Why do only bad girls get spankings?”

  Dixon’s the first to jump into action but it doesn’t take more than a second for Gunnar to follow. They drop down on either side of me, each on running their hand over one side of my ass. My entire body clenches at the thought of what they are about to do. Being spanked by one of them at a time is amazing. Having both of them do it at the same time will probably send me over the edge.

  Gunnar slides his free hand over my back, grabbing the opposite hip, and Dixon does the same. They both grip me tight, keeping me where they want me. Without asking if I’m ready, they pull back, letting their hands land against my ass at the same time. My body lunges forward, trying to shift away from the sting radiating across my skin. It burns, my ass throbs, and it’s completely overwhelming. I fucking love it.

  They rub the sting away, taking turns dipping their fingers inside of me to take my mind off it. “Again?” Gunnar asks.

  I dig my fingers into the blankets and nod. Dixon reaches up and grabs my hair, pulling my head back until I’m looking at him. “Nodding isn’t an answer. Do you wanna be spanked again?”

  Fuck, I love it when they’re forceful like this. “Yes. God yes, please spank me again.”

  Smirking, he lets go of my hair and slides his hand down between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest into the bed. They pull their hands back and I take a breath to try to brace myself. The sound that echoes through the room when their hands land against my ass is almost as loud as the noise that comes out of my mouth. Each time they pull back, their hands land in a different spot, making my entire ass burn and making me hotter than I ever thought possible. I lose track of time and how many times their hands come down on my ass and before I know it, I’m flipped around, my pussy filled with Dixon’s cock above Gunnar’s face. Gunnar flicks his tongue over my clit as he thrusts up into my mouth.

  “God, Kennedy, I wish you were ridin’ me so your fingers could be playin’ with my balls as I fuck you, maybe even slip your finger in my ass again,” he mumbles something about remembering how hard he came with my finger buried deep in his ass.

  I moan around Gunnar’s cock, letting them know his words are affecting me. A few seconds later Gunnar’s hand leaves my hip and his tongue disappears from my clit. I feel his arm stretch around my thigh and in-between Dixon and me. Lifting my attention from trying to blow Gunnar’s mind with my mouth, I twist around and watch in fascination as he tentatively begins to knead and roll Dixon’s balls between his fingers. I forget what I was doing because I'm so engrossed with what is happening behind me and the feeling of Dixon’s cock slamming into me. Gunnar’s eyes meet mine as he pulls his hand away and sucks his finger deep into his mouth. The hesitation is obvious in his eyes but there's something more there too. Curiosity?

  “You don't have to do that,” Dixon offers without stopping the movement of his hips. “I can come without it by just bein’ buried inside of her. It's amazing though, somethin’ every man should fuckin’ experience, but if you aren't comfortable with it, don't do it. We don't need things to get weird with as good as they are.”

  Grabbing Dixon’s hips, Gunnar forces him to stop moving. I reach back and grab Gunnar’s arm before he has a chance to move.

  “You don't have to do anything that you aren't comfortable with, baby. It's the three of us making each other feel good and we can do that withou
t pushing you past that limit.”

  He thinks about it before shaking me off and smirks. “We're all in this together to make each other feel good, right? New things, testing limits, loving each other without boundaries. As long as there's no judgement and awkwardness after, we’ll be fine.”

  I meet Dixon’s eyes before dropping back to Gunnar’s and smile. “This is a judgement free zone, baby. Anything you want, we can try and tonight is your night to choose.”

  “I want you to flip around so you can help me out up here,” he admits, smiling. “I wanna bury my cock in your pussy while we work together to make Dixon feel good. I want his face in your pussy too. And to be honest after hearin’ him talk, I'm kind of curious about this finger thing.”

  Dixon is the first to move into action. He pulls himself from inside me, leaving me aching and empty, but I know that feeling won't last long. I push off the bed, flipping around so my back is against Gunnar’s chest. Gunnar stiffens as Dixon grabs his shaft, helping him line up where he needs to be and then push into me. He stands there staring as Gunnar thrust into me and I cry out.

  “Where should I…,” he trails off, sounding mildly nervous for what I think is the first time ever.

  “Back where you were before, but you get to eat her pussy this time. I know you want it, you fuckin’ crave her taste just like I do,” Gunnar growls, taking complete control of a situation that I wasn't sure he would be at all comfortable with.