by Lane Hart
“Deal,” I agree as we step out of line and make a beeline right for our girl.
“Sorry, Rox, but we’ve got something important to discuss with Kel,” Nix says to the women when we approach. Then, we each grab one of Kelsey’s arms to propel her toward the exit.
“What? Where are we going?” Kelsey asks while looking over her bare shoulder into the room. “It’s almost midnight.”
“Exactly,” I say. “That’s why we need to hurry if we’re both gonna kiss you at midnight.”
“I don’t care if anyone sees me kiss both of you,” Kelsey says as we continue to escort her down the hotel hallway in search of someplace private. “By now I’m used to all the jealous looks.”
“That’s great, sweetheart, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want anyone seeing this type of kiss,” Nix explains to her.
After the three of us came out to the public as a threesome, Kelsey worried that she would be slandered; but instead, she was actually applauded for not only taming one of the league’s most eligible bachelors but two. Before Kelsey, Nix and I were known for our playboy ways, and of course, neither of us have even looked at another woman since Kelsey came along. If anything, single women want to be the lucky girl who gets to sleep with two men every night. Nix and I know that we’re actually the lucky ones to have found someone so smart and beautiful, kind and caring.
All of our teammates love Kelsey for taking care of their children during practices like they’re her own. Kelsey’s just the type of woman you can’t help but fall for.
“In here,” Nix says, veering off to the left into a door marked “Housekeeping”, which should be empty this time of night.
“Guys, what’s going on?” Kelsey asks when we enter the dark room and the door shuts behind us. There’s no lock, but this is worth the chance of getting caught.
“Game plan?” Nix asks me from the back of the storage room.
“I’ll start out on my knees with my tongue in her pussy while you occupy her lips to conceal her moans and fuck her from behind?” I suggest off the top of my head as I guide Kelsey toward the back until she’s in Nix’s arms.
“The Christmas party special,” Nix replies in the darkness. “But how about this time I start out on my knees behind her, and then we both finish inside of her at the same time?”
“Perfect,” I agree as I spin Kelsey around to face me.
“You can’t be serious about doing that in here,” Kelsey whispers, but I’m already on my knees, reaching under her dress and working with Nix to tug her panties down her legs.
“You know you want to, Kel, so lift your foot so we can take your panties off,” Nix commands, and she does so quickly, telling us she’s all in.
Pushing her dress aside, I bury my face between Kelsey’s legs and use the tip of my tongue to lead the way in the dark. I know I’ve hit gold when she moans above me, making my cock as hard as steel.
…
Kelsey
This is not how I imagined the night — hiding in a storage room, caught between two tongues and with so many fingers plunging in and out of me that I’ve lost count.
Since Nix has pulled my hips way back, I’m nearly bent over, keeping my balance on my high heels with only my fingers tangled in Cam’s hair.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I chant as I get closer to the peak of the mountain.
A few more flicks of Cam’s tongue to my clit and I come, clenching around his fingers in my pussy and at least two of Nixon’s in my ass.
The next thing I know, Cam’s on his feet, lifting one of my thighs as his cock slides home. I’m so lost to the pleasurable sensations that I barely notice when Nix thrust in from behind me.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Nix groans before his mouth devours my neck. I grab a handful of Cam’s tux to bring his mouth to mine and drown out my cries.
“So good,” he pants against my lips as the two men ravage me. “How did we…live without you?” he asks. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I tell him before my lips are tugged around to Nixon’s.
“Love you, sweetheart,” Nix says when he lets go.
“Love you,” I repeat, meaning it just as much for him as I do for Cam.
A year ago, my insecurities would have argued that these two didn’t mean the words that are being said in the heat of passion, but I’ve come a long way in the last twelve months. I trust Nix and Cam with my heart completely and know that they mean it when they say I’m enough for them. They’ve proven that, despite how amazing it is, what we have is more than a physical relationship. It’s being there for each other through the good times and the bad, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer.
Like I explained to my parents, who have finally come around and accepted our relationship, the three of us may never be able to legally marry, but that doesn’t mean that we’re not as serious about our commitment as monogamous ones, or that we love each other any less.
In fact, I would argue that there’s twice as much here in my life than anywhere else in the world.
The End
Thank you so much for reading my Playing Dirty series! While I love my football players, this is the end of this series for now. I plan to spend the next year writing MC novels so look for more news about those release dates soon!
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Keeping reading for a sneak peek of the newest fighter…
Chapter One
Gabrielle Kelly
Three years ago…
“It’s freezing out, Robbie! Where are we going?” I ask my older brother as I wrap my arms around myself to try and keep warm. The bitter winds here in Raleigh are almost strong enough to knock us off the cracked sidewalk in the rundown neighborhood, so my thin jacket isn’t doing me much good.
“We should be there soon,” Robbie says, back hunched over with his hands buried in his tattered brown leather jacket.
I don’t tell him, but I’m not sure how much further I can walk with my backpack weighing me down. My arms and legs are so weak I can barely lift them which I know is from not getting enough calories lately. How many calories are in a twin pack of saltine crackers? Not enough, that’s for sure, and the crackers are all I’ve had to eat in two days, washed down with dingy water from the faucet of the roach motel that tasted like rust.
“Where are your things?” I ask Robbie, noticing he didn’t bring his duffle bag.
Coming to a stop on the sidewalk, my brother faces me and says, “Listen, Gabby, I’m not gonna be able to stay at this new place with you.”
“What do you mean? If you’re not staying, then I’m not either. You said that wherever you go, I go, remember?”
Looking down the row of houses on the street and then back at me, he says, “You have to, Gabby. I can’t find any work, so I need to try and do this fighting thing. But they don’t allow girls in the dorms…”
“Have you even asked?” I snap at him.
“Yes,” he says, his blue eyes just a little lighter than mine looking just as weary, if not more so. And I can tell that no matter what I say, he’s not gonna budge on this.
“So
that’s it? You’re just gonna…gonna drop me off with some stranger and leave?” I shout at him as tears prickle my eyes.
“It’s the best I can do for you,” Robbie says. “And it’s only for a few days at most. As soon as I can save enough for an apartment, you can move in with me. So, will you please just do this favor for me? Please?”
“Maybe we should just go home…” I start, but Robbie immediately shakes his head in disagreement.
“No! We’re not going home!” he yells. “Even if I wanted to, we don’t have enough money to get back down to Columbia, and there’s nothing at home for us but our cracked-out mother, who will steal the clothes off of our backs to feed her drug habit!”
“There’s her sister, the one in Florida,” I remind him.
“Aunt Betty doesn’t give a shit about us either, okay? She’s too busy hustling rich men to take in two teenagers,” he tells me. Then, lowering his voice he says, “I’ve already called and asked her.”
“Oh.”
“This is it, Gabby, our last resort. All I have left of our savings is a handful of pennies,” he says, pulling his palm out of his coat pocket to show me the copper coins in the center. “There are no other options for us unless we want to live in a homeless shelter.”
“You promise that this is just for a few days?” I ask with my eyes burning from the wind and tears.
Robbie glances over my shoulder. “Just for a few days,” he repeats, then nods behind me. “And we’re here. See, it’s one of the nicer houses on the block.”
Turning around, I take in the white, two-story colonial with black shutters. The place looks gigantic compared to our tiny apartment back in South Carolina. What I like best about it are the flower boxes all around the porch that I bet will look pretty in the spring. Not that I’ll be here that long…
“Go on inside, and I’ll come check on you soon,” my brother says while gripping my shoulders to nudge me toward the walkway that leads to the front door.
“You’re not coming in with me?” I ask him in disbelief.
“Nah, you’ll be fine,” he says.
“How do you know? Have you ever met these people? At least come in to make sure –”
“Don’t worry. It’s just a little old lady and a few kids that are probably your age,” Robbie says.
“Are you even sure this is the right house?” I ask him.
“It is. Now go on in and get warm,” he urges me. When I don’t move, he barks out, “Just go, Gabby!”
“Fine,” I grumble in defeat, biting down on my chapped bottom lip so hard I can taste blood.
I trust my brother, and he’s never let me down before. If he says I’ll be okay at this place, then I believe him. Besides, I’m too cold and hungry to argue about it anymore.
Chapter Two
Cain Knight
Snap.
The tip of my pencil pressed into my notebook so hard while I was shading the feathers of the angel’s wings that the lead broke again.
I reach for the pencil sharpener on the coffee table to scrape away the jagged pieces left behind just as there’s a knock on the front door.
“It’s open,” I call out from the sofa across from it without getting up or caring who’s on the other side. Everyone in town knows who this house belongs to. Someone would have to be suicidal to come in here with guns blazing trying to rob us, and I seriously doubt they would knock first.
First of all, none of us here have anything of value, especially not money. And secondly, they would die trying. Mrs. Engle might look defenseless and frail, but the old lady always shuffles around in her bedroom slippers with a Ruger cocked and loaded in the pocket of her housecoat.
Eventually, the front door cracks open until it’s spilling so much winter sun into the living room that it’s nearly blinding. When it shuts again, my eyes land on her…a new girl. She’s tall and so lean in her thin pink hoodie and frayed jeans that she must be half-starved and freezing to death. Her chin trembles as she peeks around the room from beneath long blonde locks so pale that with the sunlight streaming in from the windows she practically glows like an angel.
Great, she may be gorgeous but I bet she’s gonna be a crier.
“Are you gonna say something or just stand there all day?” I snap at her.
“He’s…he’s coming back for me. My brother said he’ll be back in a couple of days,” she declares, her narrow shoulders squaring up a little more, as much as she can with her backpack weighing them down.
“Sure, he is,” I remark with a roll of my eyes while I keep sharpening my pencil. “Until then, why don’t you put your shit down and take a load off?”
She shrugs out of her backpack and lets it fall to the floor before she hesitantly comes over and takes a seat on the couch beside me.
“What is this place?” she asks, rubbing her small, delicate hands together to try and warm them.
The asshole in me starts to tell her the harsh truth about this house; but then I look over, and her sad, watery, blue eyes hit mine so hard the breath is knocked right out of me. Never in my life have I seen such a stunning sapphire color. What’s more potent than the beauty of them is the worry swirling around with a pleading hope that things aren’t as bad as she thinks they are.
So I lie, or at least I leave out the painful truth for now.
Clearing my throat, I say, “This is sort of a community center. Food and shelter for us, even clothes when we need them. It’s not so bad. The other boys here are pretty cool and won’t give you too much shit. I’m Cain, by the way.”
“I’m Gabrielle, and I won’t be here long.”
“What school were you going to?” I ask, rather than argue with her about the length of her stay.
“Northeast High,” she answers while twirling on a lock of light golden hair that’s hanging next to her face.
“Not anymore,” I tell her when I go back to shadowing my drawing. “You’ll be going to Southern High now.”
“But I just got used to Northeast. I don’t want to transfer and start all over!” she exclaims.
“You’re pretty; you’ll make new friends fast,” I reply, and then cringe when I realize what I just said. Fuck, if Ivan or Knox heard that, they would never let me live it down.
“Um, thanks,” Gabrielle says rather than teasing me for letting my opinion on her looks slip. “Do you go to Southern too?” she asks.
“No. I don’t go to school.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t want to!” I snap at her. Dammit, I don’t want to be an asshole to the girl, but I sure as fuck can’t just come out and tell her the truth — that I’m wanted for questioning in a murder.
“Then I don’t want to go either,” she replies, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Yeah, you don’t get a choice. You’ll have to go with Ivan and Knox or you’ll get in trouble.”
“But you –”
“Just drop it, okay?” I grumble.
“Fine,” she huffs. Then, “What are you drawing?”
When she leans over for a closer look at the notebook on my lap, a strand of her long, flowery-scented hair tickles my forearm, causing some sort of chain reaction that ripples through me, all the way down…into my pants.
“Oh, an angel,” the girl gasps in recognition as her face lights up. “She’s beautiful.”
“A dark angel of death,” I correct to protect my teenage masculinity. There’s no beauty in my past, only suffering, and death.
“You’re really good,” she says. “How did you learn to draw like that if you don’t go to school?”
“Not much else to do around here except workout, play video games or draw, so I draw. A lot,” I reply, downplaying how much her compliment warms me. Fuck, how much just her presence on the sofa cushion next to me warms my frigid soul.
“Workout?” Gabrielle repeats. “Aren’t you too young for that?”
“The earlier we start the better fighters they say we’ll be,” I ex
plain.
“Fighters? Like my brother is going to fight?”
“Yeah, probably so,” I agree, already hating the bastard. He’s man enough to take hits to his face but too much of a pussy to take care of his sister? Worse than that, he obviously sold her to Scarfone and she has no idea. What a fucking asshole.
When I hear the girl’s stomach rumbling with hunger, I close my notebook and get to my feet, tucking it underneath my arm. “Come on. I’ll show you around and introduce you to everyone, then fix you something to eat.”
…
Gabby
I’m still angry at my brother for just dropping me off and leaving me at this random house in a shitty part of town. The jerk wouldn’t even walk inside with me.
“Ivan, Knox, meet Gabrielle,” Cain, the first guy I met here with dark eyes and messy, chestnut-colored hair falling into his eyes, says to the two boys who look my age or a little older. They’re sitting on the floor in front of a television with video game controllers in their hands.
The one with jet-black hair keeps his eyes on the screen, refusing to even look up at me while the other one with hair spiked down the middle streaked red, turns to look at me with a wide grin on his face and says, “Fresh meat! Good, I’m starving.”
“Knox,” Cain grumbles what sounds like a warning.
“I’m just fucking with her,” he replies with a chuckle before his eyes go back to the game where tanks are exploding.
“Come on, I’ll let you meet Mrs. Engle, if she’s awake, and then we can make some sandwiches,” Cain starts.
“Make me one too, bro!” the guy with red hair pipes up.
“Go fix your own shit,” Cain mutters before he leads me out of the room.
At one of the bedrooms, he peeks inside and then shakes his head before we walk past.