by Aja Cole
“True, after you told her you’d never be caught dead with her.”
He winces. “You know she still gives me hell for that?”
“She has a lot of stuff to give you hell for, you were the typical spoiled rich kid.”
“I like to think I’ve grown, mostly.”
“Mostly.” I agree, grinning. “Alright, where’s the alcohol?”
“Someone said alcohol?” Liam and the rest of the guys come in, setting down glasses. “Tara has dictated a one drink maximum.”
“I’d expect nothing less.” Wes circles his finger in a crazy motion. “She says I’m the high-strung one, but this wedding is alllll her.”
Christian pours drinks and passes them around, then all 7 of us raise our glasses.
“To Tara finally making an honest woman out of Wes. May they continue to live happily and amuse the rest of us.” Preston says, and we all whoop.
“To Tara!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Wesley says, putting his glass to his lips, murmuring. “You hoes ain’t loyal.”
We’ve got thirty minutes before it’s our turn to take photos, and I text Mickey.
What are you doing, beautiful?
Watching the bridal shoot. How’s Wes?
Ready to see Tara. Do you want to meet me?
Meet you?
Fuck me.
Where?! :D
I laugh at how quickly the text comes through. There are a few private spots in this building I can think of and I text her one of them.
Should I tell Liam where I’m going? That’s another part of this I’m still trying to mentally navigate.
Do we always need to be together? Do we tell the other if we want time alone with her?
“Liam, can we talk for a second?” He turns from another groomsman, Vincent, and nods.
“Of course. What’s up?” We walk to the other side of the room by the windows and I put a hand in my pocket.
“So…” I look out at the view, “I texted Mickey for a quickie. But I realized I don’t really know how we do this. Do we need to let the other know if we’re going to see her alone?”
“Ah.” He says. “Well, I don’t mind being separate when we’re separate and together when we’re together if that makes sense. I appreciate you thinking of me, but unless it conflicts with the other, then you still have your relationship with her.”
“Got it. Okay, makes sense. Still can’t quite believe that crossed my mind.”
“I appreciate it. It means this will probably be pretty easy for us since I don’t think either of us is an asshole.”
“True.”
“A schedule probably will come in handy at some point, so we don’t plan stuff for the same times.”
“I use google calendar to sync with my assistant. Think that’d work?”
“Hell yeah.” He turns to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. Now get outta here, and don’t wrinkle your shit or Tara will castrate you.”
I shake my head. “I know. And Liam?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks. You make this a lot easier to handle, being as cool as you are.”
He shrugs, his mouth tipping up. “I learned a long time ago that there’s a lot of shit I can let bother me, I don’t think you’re one of them.”
Michaela is waiting for me in the small storage room when I get there, and she turns around, her hair in a loose chignon.
She’s done something so her green eyes look even brighter, and her lips look delicious. She’s wearing this deep peach dress with a strapless top that nips in at her waist then has structured pleats.
It looks like it makes for easy access.
“I believe I was lured here with the promise of fucking.” She holds up a condom between her fingertips, and I unbuckle my belt.
“I believe you’re correct.” I pull her to me by the edge of her dress and press my lips to hers, relishing the way they part easily for me.
I reach under her dress and pull her panties down and over her heels, shoving them in the inside of my suit jacket.
Taking the condom from her, I tear it open with my teeth as she pulls my cock out of my pants, her hands feeling fucking amazing as her thumb rubs the swollen tip.
She pulls her thumb back and licks the pre-cum off of it, keeping my gaze the entire time. I shudder and roll the condom on, flipping up her skirt and backing her against the wall.
“We find ourselves in this position again.” She murmurs, sliding her arms around my neck.
“Little more fun than the other times though.” I move in, completely crowding her because I want to see the look on her face. I stroke her slit, kicking her legs open more and thrusting my fingers into her.
There. That look. The one where her eyes droop a little and her lips part on a soundless gasp. I finger her to an orgasm, rough and quick before I hitch her leg around my hip and notch my cock against her heated pussy.
I lick my fingers as she watches, moaning low. Then I pick up her other leg and slam into her in one smooth thrust, silencing her shout with my tongue.
I fuck her hard against the wall as her pussy squeezes me, wet and tight. Like molten fucking lava. I move back so our lips are close but not touching and stare into her eyes as I pump my hips.
“Fuck me, I’m coming.” She breathes against my lips, hips straining against mine. “Hawk.”
“Yes, darlin’. Let me feel it.” I drive into her over and over, fucking her through her orgasm and feeling her pussy ripple around me. I suck and bite her neck as I thrust deep, my body tightening as I come. We stay like that for a moment, and I press small kisses along her neck and up to her face, taking her lips gently.
“That was one hell of a quickie.” She shivers, and I pull out, holding the base then getting rid of the condom.
I fix my clothes and pat my jacket. “You’re welcome.”
“And my panties?” She smoothes her skirt over what I know is a bare ass.
“I’ll give them to Liam as a gift.”
Her mouth drops and I grin as I leave the room, whistling.
Damn, I love this woman.
32
Liam
I creep up behind the couch as quietly as I can and hear Mickey humming as she flips through a magazine. I’m just about to jump over it and scare the shit out of her when she speaks.
“You’re terrible at being stealthy.”
I stand, offended, and lean my arms on the back.
“Wow, how rude.”
She looks at me, snickering. “I heard you when you started thinking about it.”
I stare at her for a second, then hop over the couch and drag her into my arms, tickling her.
“Stop, oh my god, stop that!” She squeals, talking through her laughter. “Liam!”
“That’s my name, baby. Keep shit talking my skills.” I tickle her stomach and under her arms, where I know it’s the worst.
“I won’t! I’m sorry!” She’s laughing so hard, tears are running her cheeks. “I’m sorry, waving a white flag.” She groans.
I let up and she pushes me like she wants me to let go of her, but I hug her to me instead.
“Let me go, you’re a traitor.”
“No.” I bite her earlobe and squeeze her, rubbing my erection on her ass. “Wanna fuck?”
“You’re so romantic.” She laughs, dropping her head back onto my shoulder and turning her face to me.
“I know.” Her smile slowly fades and she bites her bottom lip. I get close to her lips but don’t touch them. “Go get a condom, then get that ass back here and ride me.”
She exhales hard as I let her go, and she’s back in record time, condom in hand. I get rid of my shorts and stroke my heavy cock, sucking in air thinking about her bouncing on my dick.
She rolls the condom on and drops her clothes. Before she can climb on the couch, I push her back on the table and drop to the floor, burying my face in her pussy as she cries out.
I devour her to the sound of
her moans, licking and sucking and making sure her whole mound I glistening and wet when I move away.
“Now.” I lean back and fist my cock as she stands. “Turn around.”
She turns around, presenting her ass to me, and I caress it with a hand before I smack it.
“Mm.” She groans and I pull her hips down onto me slowly, letting her adjust to my thickness and feel every inch slide into her. When she’s fully seated on my dick, I put a light hand on her throat and bring my lips to her ear.
“Fuck me. Just like this.”
She lifts up and down as I keep my hold on her throat, applying only the lightest pressure.
“Does my cock feel good?” I ask, licking her neck.
“Yes.” She breathes.
“How good?” I circle her nipples with my other hand, switching between them then moving a hand down to where she’s sliding off my cock. “Good enough to scream my name and cream all over me? Hm?”
“Fuck yes.” She whimpers.
“What if I told you to keep quiet?”
“Please don’t.” She breathes, moving faster and bracing her hands on the couch.
“I want you quiet when you come. You say a thing and we won’t fuck you for a week.”
She gasps, and I sweep my lips over her shoulder before I wet my fingers and place them on her clit. Always a surefire way to send her flying.
I know I’m not playing fair, but that’s half the fun.
I rub gently and she starts to lose her rhythm fucking me, so I rub faster and start pumping up into her as she grinds her ass down onto me.
She’s failing at staying quiet so I put a hand over mouth and pull her to me, rubbing her clit and fucking her, taking over. She yells against my hand, body trembling and I remove it and keep pounding her pussy, holding her to me by her waist.
“LIAM!” She yells and hearing my name on those gorgeous lips sends me over, and I come hard. I tease her clit with my fingers leisurely as she sighs.
All’s fair in love and war.
“Thanks, Coach. I’ll see you next week.” I enter the apartment on my phone and set my keys down, kicking my shoes off.
It’s official. I’m going back to the team. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited, and ready to get back on the field.
The offensive coach is waiting for his trial, and Raquel is safely back in Texas, and ready to start her new chapter.
Things are falling into place, finally.
“You’re welcome, son. Listen…I know you don’t trust many people, but I hope you realize now, I’ve got your back.” He says gruffly, and I swallow. He’s the closest thing to a caring Dad I’ve got.
“Yes, Sir. I know that now.”
“Good. See you soon.” He clicks off, and I move through Mickey’s place and find her laying on her bed on her computer.
“Liam’s here.” She turns the computer and I see Hawk on FaceTime. I climb on the bed and sit at the top, moving her head to my leg instead of the bed and stroking her hair.
“Hey man, how’s the trip?”
“Boring.” He scoffs. “About to go into another meeting soon.”
“We’ll try not to have too much fun without you.” Mickey smiles, and he turns and we hear someone in the background.
“I gotta run. Love you. Night, Liam.”
“Night, man.” I wave.
“Love you too.” She closes the computer and looks up at me. “Hello.”
“Hello.” I kiss her quickly and keep stroking her hair. “So, I’m moving back to New York.”
“Really? You talked to Coach?”
“Mhm. It’ll be like I never left.”
“Good. Apparently, you are kind of a big deal.” She smiles.
“Kind of.” I quiet and we sit there in silence for a few seconds. “So the reason I only did casual sex for so long was because my mom completely ignored everything she wanted to try to please my dad, and it made her miserable. I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to resist doing the same in a relationship.”
“I do love surprise deep moments.” She says, sitting up so she’s next to me. “Did you think you’d lose who you were?”
“Pretty much. I was just scared completely. So, now you know why I fucked around for so long.”
“I don’t want you to ever ignore what you want for me. That’s not a relationship, not a partnership.”
“I think I realize that now. I never feel like you’re pushing me to do what I don’t want to. Do I want to give you everything? Yes, but it doesn’t make me feel like I’m losing myself.”
“Good. If it ever does, you better be honest with me. I want to support you in being the best you, not some extension of me.”
“And that’s why I love you.”
“I love you too.” She presses a kiss to my lips, mouth opening to accept my tongue as I slide a hand on the back of her neck.
“Kinda wanna fuck you again,” I say, feeling giddy.
“Kinda want you to.” She pulls away and slides off the bed. “But you gotta catch me first.”
Before I register what she’s said, she’s gone and I scramble off the bed.
Funny that I once was adamant that I don’t chase women.
Guess this is the only one that I’ve ever wanted to catch.
33
Mickey
I stand in the middle of the room with my eyes closed like they asked me to do when I got home. I have no idea what the two of them are up to, but since they’ve become good friends, it’s like their entire focus is just on how to drive me out of my mind.
They’ve been in Georgia for a few days packing up Liam’s stuff while I’ve been running around putting the final stuff together for the runway show tomorrow night.
I’ve missed them.
My breath catches in my throat when large, slightly calloused palms cup my breasts. I can smell a hint of peppermint.
Liam.
I press my thighs together as he presses his hard chest against my back, feeling heat coil low in my belly. He molds my tender breasts with his skilled fingers. He always tells me that he loves playing with my nipples and feeling them beneath his hands.
“Breathe.” He whispers in a decadent voice, his breath fanning the hair behind my ear and tickling my face as I exhale shakily, not even realizing that I’d been holding my breath. I raise my head as I see bare feet stop in front of me and trail my eyes up until I meet Hawk’s expressive grey eyes.
“Took you two long enough,” I smile sweetly.
“Oh, you’re in that kind of mood, huh?” Hawk rasps, stepping closer and trapping me more firmly between their bodies.
“When is she not in a smart-ass mood?” I feel the rumble of Liam’s deep tones against me and it makes my knees weaken a little. Two virile, sexy men trapping me between them? I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling weak around them.
As their palms start to caress and trail along my skin in teasing circles and strokes, my eyes become more heavy- lidded and my clit starts pulsing with a rhythm of its own.
“More” I moan out, head dropping back to rest on Liam, who’s doing that maddening favorite thing of his and raking his fingers along the sides of my breasts and hips. I can count on him to give me a harder time than Hawk will. He’s clearly the more devious of the two.
Suddenly, they turn me and I’m braced against Hawk now, as Liam drops to the floor, wedging himself between my legs and causing me to clutch at Hawk’s arms. The first touch of Liam’s tongue against my wet lips is like a taste a happiness. He traces the line of my folds gently, stoking the fire that’s building inside me. With his fingers, he parts my labia to bare the dark red crease of my passage to his hungry eyes and mouth. Inhaling deeply, I watch as his eyes droop like he’s drugged from my smell as he dips slightly inside my entrance and rims it with his tongue.
I gasp but it’s quickly swallowed by Hawk, who turns my mouth to his and greets me in the best way possible.
I’m one large, throbbing mass of sensation a
nd I don’t know which way is up or down. With Hawk commanding my lips with his, and Liam skillfully devouring my pussy, I need them both so badly that I’m trembling. I shiver at the thought of my men filling me to the brim with their powerful cocks.
“I felt that shiver darlin’,” Hawk separates from my lips and releases my chin, moving up to lick tauntingly at my ear. “Thinking about being filled with us, hmm? Is it making you even wetter?” Hawk grips my jaw and applies pressure, forcing me to open my mouth as he sticks two fingers in. “Suck them. I want them as wet as your pussy.” He commands.
Hawk’s honey laced commands always completely turn me to jelly. Between him and Liam, I’m never wanting for more dominance, they give the most perfect amounts. I follow their lead most of the time in here, but I’m their complete equal in everything else, and that’s the way I like it.
I close my lips around his big fingers and suck at them, swirling my tongue around the digits as if I have his dick in my mouth instead. Tipping my head back, I meet his lust-filled eyes with mine boldly as I lap at his thick digits. At the same time, I buck against Liam’s mouth as he surrounds my clit in his mouth and starts to suckle while he traces my drenched slit with demanding fingers.
They know exactly what I love, and they always make sure I come at least before fucking once when we’re all together.
“Ooooh,” I groan out around my full mouth when Liam thrusts his fingers into my wetness, starting a steady rhythm that I know will push me over the edge quickly. Nails catching against Hawk’s restraining arm at my stomach, I undulated my hips, trying to get Liam to give her more. More of everything. Hawk pulls his fingers from my mouth and moves them behind me to rub around my asshole.
I tremble, knowing the dark pleasure is coming.
Sliding the thick digit against my ass, Hawk strokes over it as he pushes against me for entry. I push out slightly and exhale hard as his finger pops into my tight entrance. With Liam’s fingers pistoning in and out of my aching body, and the new pressure inside my ass, I can see the edge. Rising on my toes, I strain against Hawk as both men follow my restless body, driving me mad with their continued efforts to drive me right off the cliff.