Hat Trick (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lynn Tyler

  Nathan obeyed with a wicked smile, wedging his hand between them until something cool touched her most sensitive place. A second later, the metal began vibrating. Holy cow, how was she supposed to last?

  A finger pressed against her pucker, and intense pressure followed. Instead of shying away, she followed her instinct and bore down. The finger breeched that ring of muscle and froze. She was acutely aware of the vibrations racing through her clit and whimpered fretfully. She needed to move. “Shh,” Jeremy soothed, petting her spine with his free hand. “Just take it slow, Rach. Nathan, drop the vibrator’s speed a little. We want her distracted, not distressed.”

  The vibrator slowed down to a much less urgent pace, and the burning need to move mellowed to a much more pleasant sensation. Jeremy’s finger slid all the way in and pumped gently. It felt strange but not bad. “Ready for some more?” he asked.

  “’Kay,” she breathed.

  Nathan looked over her shoulder at Jeremy, a look of intense concentration of his face. He looked like he was trying to absorb everything the other man was doing. Jeremy must have thought the same thing because he began explaining what he was doing in detail. “I’m easing two fingers into her now,” he intoned, his voice rough. She felt the fingers slide in easier this time. “Very slowly, you slide them in until they are all the way in.”

  It was incredibly erotic to hear Jeremy describe what he was doing. Her mind flashed back to the first day she’d met Jeremy, when Nathan had pushed her up against the wall and had described exactly what he was feeling as he made her come in front of him. The significance of this moment didn’t escape her. The circle they had started when they’d welcomed Jeremy into their home now ended with him in their hearts.

  The fingers in her ass scissored, stretching her for an invasion of a different kind. The burn was intense, and she panted through it. She was about to tell Jeremy to stop when Nathan hooked an arm around her neck and dragged her down. He kissed her passionately, never removing the gently buzzing vibrator from her clit. The new position placed her at a different angle, and she was suddenly far more comfortable.

  Nathan groaned into her mouth as Jeremy rubbed his fingers against him through the thin membrane separating them. He tore his mouth away. “Shit.”

  That response alone was enough to ratchet her arousal up, skipping about five levels until she was frantic to feel Jeremy’s cock in her, moving against both her and Nathan. “Now, Jeremy,” she pleaded.

  Instead of making her wait, Jeremy simply removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. She could feel the thin layer of latex covering him and fervently wished she could feel him skin-to-skin but was grateful he was taking care of her. Until he got tested, she knew he would continue to use condoms. Hell, she and Nathan would get tested if it would make Jeremy feel better.

  The vibrator was removed totally and tossed carelessly on the floor beside the bed. “Now, sweetheart, you need to push back and relax when I’m entering. We’ll go slow. Just look at Nathan and concentrate on him.”

  She did as she was told, locking eyes with her husband as Jeremy began maneuvering into her. He paused when the head popped past the ring of resistance and stroked her back. “Good girl,” he said approvingly. “Feel good, babe?” he asked Nathan.

  “Fuck,” Nathan moaned, jostling his hips up a little. The movement forced her farther back on Jeremy’s cock, and all three of them groaned. “She’s so damn tight,” he panted.

  Jeremy chuckled and flexed his hips slightly, sliding into her a little more. “It will feel even better very soon.” She wasn’t sure how it was going to get better. She already felt so full she was pretty sure she would split apart if he seated himself fully inside her. “How much more?” she asked. Even she could hear the concern in her voice.

  “About half an inch, sweetheart. How you doing?”

  She considered the question carefully. She wasn’t sure she was really enjoying this, but the idea of both of them inside of her was incredible. “Okay, I guess.”

  Pushing the last half inch of his dick inside her, Jeremy let out a little huff of pleasure. “Shit, sweetheart. You feel so good. How are you doing, babe?”

  Nathan’s face had screwed up into an expression of torture, and he was beginning to sweat, beads of perspiration shining on his upper lip. “Fuck,” he swore again, gripping her hips tightly as he opened his eyes a tiny bit. “You seem to know what you’re doing.”

  Rachel tensed, causing both men to groan. The idea of Jeremy participating in another ménage didn’t sit well with her. In fact, it devastated her, even if it had been in his past.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” he pleaded, pulling her hair over her shoulder and kissing the exposed side of her neck. “I’ve taken women from behind before,” he answered between the small kisses he was placing on her neck. “Just never as a threesome.”

  Well, that was a little better she supposed. She had known Jeremy hadn’t been a virgin when he’d come to them, but she turned green with jealously when she thought about the women he’d been with before them. She could see Nathan struggling with the same feeling and knew it must be twice as bad for him, as possessive as he was

  “No one else from now on,” Nathan said fiercely, moving one hand from her hip to shackle Jeremy’s wrist. “You’re ours.”

  Rachel felt Jeremy shift in Nathan’s grip and watched as he pulled Nathan’s arm up. Cranking her head around so she could see what was going on, she almost melted when Jeremy kissed Nathan’s knuckles tenderly.

  “No one else, babe. I love you both.”

  Tears rolled down her face, and she felt a ridiculous need to bury into her two men and lose herself in the moment. She smiled at them both and shifted slightly, trying to relieve the tremendous feeling of fullness. Jeremy bore down and thrust into her a little, pressing the sensitive tissue of her G-spot into Nathan’s cock. Any discomfort was immediately forgotten with the sensation, and she cried out, suddenly eager to feel them moving.

  A pair of hands wrapped around her waist and guided her movements. “You move on us, sweetheart,” Jeremy crooned, steadying her when she would have lost her rhythm.

  She did as he said, setting a smooth, brisk pace. Nathan’s face had scrunched up again, the picture of a tortured man. “What does it feel like, Nathan?” she asked.

  His eyes popped open, and he looked at her as if he was amazed she actually wanted him to talk at a moment like this. Maybe it wasn’t fair of her to expect such a thing, but she had always gotten off on him talking dirty. Her poor husband had to clear his throat twice before he was ready.

  “I can feel him moving against me, like our dicks are rubbing together. The crown of his cock is catching the bottom of mine every time he moves. Combine that with your juice and heat and it’s heaven, honey.”

  Drops of Jeremy’s sweat were hitting her back as he began shivering behind her. “Rachel, I’m not going to last here.” He pulled her up a little, still careful of her comfort, and slid one hand down to finger her clit.

  That was all it took, and every muscle in her body seized as her orgasm slammed into her. She screamed her pleasure to the ceiling, acutely aware of Nathan’s searing seed pulsing into her. Jeremy roared out and thrust into her one last time, freezing as his cock began throbbing in her.

  She collapsed on Nathan’s chest, too exhausted to do anything more than move her head into the crook of his neck and suck oxygen into her lungs. She felt utterly boneless and satisfied.

  The mattress jostled a little as Jeremy got up and removed the condom with a wet slurp. He disappeared into the bathroom, and she heard the water running. He returned with a warm, wet towel and wiped her down gently, removing the perspiration and stray smears of lube. He encouraged her to roll off Nathan and gave her front the same treatment, being extra careful with the enflamed tissues between her legs. “Did we hurt you, sweetheart?”

  Closing her eyes, she just about purred at the attention she was receiving and shook her head. “It was w
onderful,” she managed before turning on to her side and curling into Nathan’s warmth.

  Jeremy gave a quiet laugh and began wiping Nathan down. “How about you, old man? Did you survive?”

  Nathan cracked a single eye at Jeremy and glared at him with mock anger. “I could go another four rounds,” he said without any heat. He closed his eyes again and pulled Rachel closer. “After I can feel my legs though,” he amended. “I think the two of you blew the back of my head off with that last orgasm.”

  A warm blanket of muscle stretched out behind her and pulled the blankets over all three of them. Jeremy kissed the back of her head, spitting out the curls that ended up in his mouth. He took Nathan’s hand and kissed his knuckles again. “No more running, right?”

  Nathan’s eyes opened fully as his own words were echoed back at him, and he turned his head. Rachel could feel Nathan’s forearm moving against her shoulder and knew he was caressing the other man’s cheek. “No more running,” he agreed. “Love you both, yeah?”

  “Love you both, too,” Jeremy replied, his voice thick.

  Rachel closed her eyes and savored the warmth surrounding her, both physical and emotional. She still had her worries about what they would do if one of them was traded, but she would deal with that when it eventually happened. She fell asleep basking in the love of both her men.

  Nathan woke up, feeling better than he had in days. Rachel was cuddled up against his side with Jeremy spooned against her, right where they both belonged.

  His balls ached from the strength of the orgasm he’d had earlier but his dick rose regardless. Now that he had a rudimentary idea of how to take someone from behind, literally, he was eager to try. He was fairly confident that he could make love to either Jeremy or Rachel this way without hurting them.

  Watching Jeremy’s face as he penetrated Rachel’s ass was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He’d managed to control his dominant streak in the name of education, as Jeremy had kept up a running commentary of what he was doing, but he was now raring to take matters into his own hands.

  He kissed Rachel’s soft mouth, nibbling at her lips until she roused. She moaned softly and pushed back against Jeremy, who moaned himself.

  “You two up for another round?” Nathan whispered.

  “Oh, yeah,” Jeremy groaned. “But tell me, what exactly do you have in mind?”

  Nathan grinned and nuzzled into Rachel’s hair, searching out her ear. “I think your ultimate fantasy is about to come true.”

  Pulling away, he slid his hand between Rachel’s ass and Jeremy’s hips, cupping Jeremy’s dick. It hardened his in hand and he fingered the spongy head softly. “Do you want to try to bottom?”

  “Oh, fuck yeah.”

  Rachel slipped out from between them and leaned over to kiss Jeremy even as Nathan continued to fondle him, causing Jeremy’s cock to grow to its full length. Grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside table, Nathan slicked up his fingers and circled the little rosebud of Jeremy’s back entrance. He concentrated on Jeremy’s reaction as he pushed against the ring of muscle, pleased to see the other man’s body accept his finger almost right away.

  “More,” Jeremy panted, pushing down against his finger.

  Nathan gave Jeremy what he wanted, inserting another finger and spreading them apart, preparing him for Nathan’s cock.

  Rachel had moved down to his chest and was sucking on Jeremy’s nipple when Nathan decided to give it a go. Kneeling between Jeremy’s legs and sheathing himself with a condom, Nathan pushed Jeremy’s knees up to his chest and lined his cock up with the swollen, pink hole.

  He pushed inside, freezing when the head of his dick popped through the ring of muscles. Holy hell, that felt good. “You good, Jer?”

  Jeremy grunted and clenched his hands. “So full,” he muttered. “Just give me a sec.”

  Holding back was the hardest thing Nathan had ever done, especially when Rachel began tracing her finger along the spot where he and Jeremy were joined, but he managed.

  It took some time but Rachel’s gentle massage of Jeremy’s most vulnerable muscles did the trick and the younger man relaxed, his body willingly opening to Nathan’s.

  Oh so slowly, Jeremy pushed his way fully inside Jeremy’s ass until his balls brushed against Jeremy’s butt.

  Jeremy tossed his head restlessly and began pushing down against him so that his dick was rocking inside of him. “I swear to god, Nathan, if you don’t move I’m going to lose my mind.”

  Shit. Nathan was going to blow. “Rach, honey. Jack him off.”

  He watched his wife’s small hand wrap around Jeremy’s dick as he eased back and forth. The head of Jeremy’s cock was weeping steadily and Jeremy was now letting out tiny moans with every pass of Rachel’s hand.

  A buzzing sound filled the air and Nathan tore his eyes from Jeremy’s face. Rachel had gotten ahold of the little vibrator and was using her free hand to stimulate her clit while she continued to stroke Jeremy off.

  Like he was supposed to last after seeing that? Unable to control his movements anymore, Nathan drove into Jeremy, pounding against him with abandon. He must have done something right because Jeremy’s eyes popped open and he cried out. Creamy white ribbons erupted from Jeremy’s cock, his ass milking Nathan’s own dick urgently.

  Nathan gave up the battle and emptied his balls into the condom, grinding out the last of his orgasmic contractions into Jeremy’s ass.

  By the time he’d caught his breath, Rachel was lying on her side, holding the little bullet vibrator steady against her clit.

  He caught Jeremy against him and turned them both so they could see the little show Rachel was putting on for them. Spooning against Jeremy’s back, he looked over the man’s shoulder and spoke to his wife. “You close, honey?”

  A moan was her only answer and within seconds, Rachel’s legs snapped together and her entire body convulsed. When she stopped shuddering, Jeremy reached over and took the vibrator from her limp fingers, turning it off before gathering her against his chest.

  There were no words between the three of them, just a lovely sense of peace that lulled Rachel and Jeremy to sleep.

  Nathan kissed Jeremy’s shoulder and tucked a stray curl behind Rachel’s ear.

  Everything was perfect.

  Chapter 11

  Jeremy flew down the ice, chasing the puck with everything he had. He had become a permanent part of Nathan’s line, and they had quickly become known as the line in the NHL that had the best short-handed goal rate. He shot the puck at the net, disappointed when the goaltender blocked the puck, pouncing on it to prevent him from having another shot at the goal.

  He skated back to center ice, smiling when he caught sight of Rachel bouncing in her seat right behind the Leafs’ bench. He swore he’d heard her cheering her lungs out when he had scored his two goals.

  “Good play,” Nathan praised as he skated into position. Jeremy tapped gloves with him as he passed by, and they grinned at each other.

  The two of them had been unstoppable together, both on and off the ice, since that night in Boston. Even the head coach hadn’t been able to find anything to yell at them about. The rest of the team had caught their spirit, and the team was currently on a winning streak.

  The puck fell, and Jeremy shot forward, flanking Nathan as the two of them made a dash for the Blackhawk’s net. A defenseman dove in front of them, reaching out his stick to try and steal the puck. With a horrible sense of clarity, Jeremy watched the stick become entangled in his skates. The defenseman tugged lightly, trying to free his stick, but it was caught firmly. He felt his feet slide out from under him, and he watched in horror as the boards rushed at him. His ass made contact with the ice mere seconds before he crashed feet first into the boards at top speed, the heavy body of the defenseman hitting him from behind as he fell half on top of him.

  Jeremy heard the snap as his lower leg broke in half. He screamed out as a sickening pain raced up his leg. His stomach heaved, and he re
tched, though nothing but water came up. The weight was removed from his back as the defenseman got up and began screaming for help.

  He was out of his mind with pain by the time the trainers were at his side. He was only vaguely aware of Nathan talking to him. He latched onto that familiar deep voice as the number of people talking increased. God, it was so cold. Couldn’t someone get him off the ice?

  The trainers and paramedics braced his leg and lifted him onto a stretcher. The pain was so intense Jeremy wondered if he would throw up again but thankfully he fought the urge. Someone was screaming so loudly it was beginning to give him a headache until he realized it was him making that god-awful noise. He gulped in a large breath and began shivering violently as the room spun dizzyingly, an impressive feat since he was flat on his back.

  A strange sense of disassociation came over him as the pain didn’t fade so much as lose its significance. Phrases began floating through his mind. “He’s going into shock,” someone said urgently.

  Nathan appeared in front of him, his lips moving as he obviously spoke to him. It took an enormous amount of concentration to force himself to hear the words. “Rachel’s going to the hospital with you. Hang in there, baby.”

  He blinked his understanding, hoping that Nathan understood his signal. The pain was far easier to handle if he let himself float, though the paramedics were starting to shout at him to focus on them. He rolled his head to the side and saw every single player standing silently, watching him be wheeled off the ice. The entire crowd was silent, and a flash of reality hit him when he saw Johnston leaning over puking. His NHL career was over before it had really even begun.

  Nathan rushed off the ice, ignoring the coach’s shouts to stay where he was and finish the game. Fuck that. There were only a few minutes left in the third period anyway, not that it would matter if they were only three minutes into the first period. The man he loved was seriously hurt. There was no way he was not going to that hospital. He would have followed Jeremy off the ice if the man had only broken a damn fingernail.