Wild Cherry: Menage Football Romance (Cherry Poppers Book 4)

by Penelope Wylde

  My gaze flicked over everything in the span of three seconds. We were seated a level above the dance floor in a semi-secluded area with a plush sofa made to fit four comfortably and a small knee-level table filled with fresh drinks the second we took our seats.

  Pinned between both men, each held a hand captive. Now what? Only when Jace stood to close the curtain did I get the use of a hand back and all I could think to do was rub the sweaty side over invisible wrinkles.

  “Guys, it’s great seeing you both again, but really, I need to get home. I have an early shift tomorrow and I’m working a double. So, you know.” I patted Jace on the knee and stood, but Cade still held my hand in his. Stroking a thumb over my knuckles, he held my gaze.

  Cade’s only darkened, like he knew something I didn’t. “I’m sorry I can’t let you do that,” he said softly. A little too softly in fact.

  I leaned in. “Excuse me?”

  Wrong move on my part. His gaze did a slow, easy glide to my cleavage, making my nipples react on the spot. Traitors that they were. When other men looked their fill, I had no problem shrugging off their rudeness but when Cade did it, I liked the way the heat of his attention made me feel. Even after all these years.

  My brows did a big jump, and I let out a yelp of surprise when he tugged on my arm and I slipped into his lap. Nothing about the instant memories roaring through my head were good. The last time I sat like this ended with him taking my virginity.

  Dark eyes pierced mine, and I whimpered when he cupped my face. Without warning he crushed his mouth to mine, devouring my lips with his as though he starved for me. He tasted divine. The deeper he probed my mouth the more I opened for him. He took everything I gave and then took some more. Alpha, hot, and all male. Still the same Cade I remembered. For a moment I forgot we hadn’t seen each other in ages and it felt like no time passed at all. I allowed myself to believe the lie until our air ran out and we broke away, heaving.

  Jace didn’t waste time before he had my legs over his lap, pinning me in place with his massive arm anchored overtop my thighs.

  “You heard what Cade said, Elle. No more running for our girl.”

  I was truly locked in place, but my brain locked on our girl instead of worrying about two huge men restraining me.

  Clearly, I was losing my mind.

  “Our girl? What does that mean?”

  I stared between them and studied their expressions. They looked closed off at the moment, but right before Cade kissed me I saw a flicker of heat and desire in his eyes. True emotions. When that happened, he became most vulnerable.

  I guessed they couldn’t afford to be exposed. Not with being in the public eye. I didn’t follow their careers, but every once in a while, I looked them up. Not married, never spotted out with girls dripping from their arms like expensive accessories. Their teammates, on the other hand, cornered the market on how to date multiple girls and make it look easy.

  Okay, so I might have stalked their social media on long winter Seattle nights. A girl got bored and had the right to feel melancholic over a guy or two.

  Instead of answering my question, Cade grasped my arm, not like Michael had, but in a firm grip all the same. He turned my arm around in the club’s dim light. Anger flashed across his expression. I chanced a glance at Jace, and his face was pulled into a tight frown.

  Purple and black finger marks were already forming just above the elbow and encompassed her entire arm. Great—now Maddy would keep me up all night wanting every single sliver of a detail. That was if I got out of here anytime soon.

  “It’s nothing,” I offered and pulled my arm back.

  Power surrounded me, and I shivered in Cade’s arms. It rolled off them in intoxicating waves. Not overbearing but strong, masculine, and it stroked against my libido like a lover’s feather-light kiss.

  “What are you doing here, Elle?” Jace started, swiping at a tendril of hair brushing against my temple. He was always the gentler talking of the two men. Not that either of them knew I used to compare their quirks and mannerisms.

  “I know I should leave. I don’t really belong in a place like this, never did. I should have never come. I thought a couple of dances with a cute guy wouldn’t hurt anybody.” Boy, had I been wrong. I tapered off my explanation, not really wanting to dive head first into the why and how of me being on the floor dancing with a stranger.

  I shot up in Cade’s lap. Blood drained from my face. “Oh, crap.” My hands went to his jacket. “I forgot all about him. The bartender. We were dancing.”

  Jace chuckled. “Don’t worry about Shawn, baby. He’s already back to serving drinks and looking for the next dance.”

  With a mortified stare, I followed Cade’s finger to where he pointed at the bar below. True enough. There Shawn stood working on sweeping a single lady off her feet from the looks of it.

  My hands dropped to my lap. Damn. I didn’t know why, but the sight sent a pang of hurt through me.

  Slowly, Jace ran a hand up my bare leg and settled it just at the hem of my dress which already rode high on my thighs. My heartrate matched the thudding of the bass pulsating through the club. My attention roamed over the crowd and settled on Jace’s eyes. He looked at me, and I felt the power of his gaze tenfold. “Don’t worry about him,” he soothed. “He works fast and he’s a player. Moves from one pretty face to another every break rotation.”

  Still...ouch.

  Cade picked up where his friend left off. “Enough about him though.”

  When both only crooked a brow, irritation drove me forward. “Okay, look just because I was having a good time on the dance floor with Mr. Bartender down there, and Michael made it look like I slept around...It doesn’t mean that I do. I don’t know what you two are playing at but, seriously. I don’t belong here.”

  “I think our girl needs to relax a little, don’t you think so, Jace?”

  My chest heaved at what I heard. When my gaze dropped, I spied the bulges in their pants.

  I didn’t trust myself to not get carried away by the heated look in their eyes. I untangled myself from them, but I didn’t get far. Jace turned me around on the couch, my back against his chest. Swift hands unraveled all of Maddy’s hard work, and my hair waved down my back.

  Strong fingers buried into the thickness, and he turned my head.

  I gave a gasp, and Jace took full advantage. He devoured my lips, and I tumbled head first into the delicious taste of his mouth on mine and let all my fantasies over the years fall through my mind.

  I’ve heard the term lust-drunk before, but I never thought I would ever experience it firsthand.

  Cade pulled my legs up and literally growled when they fell open butterfly style, pushing my dress high over my hips.

  “My God,” he rasped. His hands rested on my knee and slowly worked the flesh of my calves before slipping off my shoes. “If you taste as sweet as I remember, we’re both in for an angelic treat tonight.” He looked at me as if with awe and reverence.

  “You’re beautiful. I can’t believe you’re here, with us.”

  The deep, gravelly sound of his voice dragged across my libido. My mind locked onto the primal need it stirred inside, and all I could think about was right here, right now. Taking me in the middle of the club with only a curtain between us and the world, I didn’t care.

  The mere thought made juices spill to wet Cade’s fingers when he tore away the strip of silk covering his view of my pussy.

  I gasped, shocked by the sudden sound of cloth ripping and the sight of my panties being tossed over his shoulder.

  I didn’t understand what exactly was happening at the moment. Cade and Jace? At the same time? To my utter mortification, I didn't fully care to have answers.

  Heat didn’t only seep into my veins—it flooded them instantly, and the flickering flames of arousal that started down on the dance floor were now a full-fledged wildfire.

  Jace thrust is tongue deeper, groaning into my mouth and Cade, oh, God! I cried o
ut when Cade’s broad shoulders pinned my legs wide and he blew a hot breath over my sensitive flesh. He hauled my body to him, and Jace and I both moved in unison with literally no space between the three of us.

  The rough brush of Cade’s stubble rubbed against the soft, bare folds of my pussy and clit. And just when I thought this night couldn’t get any more complicated, I came all over my ex’s face. He had me so worked up and in need with the slightest touch against my clit, and I creamed for him.

  Problem was, I couldn’t tell if that made me easy or simply easy for them.

  Legs spread open for Cade’s hunger and while kissing Jace, I headed toward my first orgasm by a man in a very very long time. It was embarrassing to think how long it had been.

  It all seemed so...so...I broke our kiss. “What’s going on?” My head fell against Jace’s shoulder. “I don’t...Oh, Cade! What are you two doing to me?” I buried my fingers in his hair and let my eyes fall closed. Fingers dragged through her juices as he probed my tight hole with the tip of his tongue.

  “Making up for lost time, baby. Enjoy,” Jace crooned.

  My heels dug into the couch, and I pressed up.

  Rough fingers slipped into the bodice of my dress and cupped the plush, soft skin of my breast. Cool air caressed over my hard nipple, and I arched into Jace’s hand. Neither of us could breathe. I didn’t know what was going on, but I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t pull away and walk away, though I knew it would be the right thing for me to do. Losing Cade last time almost broke me.

  “We can’t be doing this. Why now?” I swallowed heavily, trying to gulp in as much air as I could before Jace reclaimed my mouth.

  They didn’t give me any time to think, much less gather my scattered lust-filled thoughts.

  Jace leaned forward, his hot mouth taking a hard peak between his lips and teeth. He bore down on my engorged nipples, shooting a spiked shot of pleasure and pain through me. I moaned and quivered.

  “Yes,” I cried out on the razor’s edge of coming again. As much as I wanted their beautiful bulges feeding my pussy and mouth, they kept themselves from me.

  “If you were ours, I’d want to see these pierced and carrying our gold.”

  I issued a shaky breath at the dark, glittery dominance shining in his eyes and soaking his words.

  Jace flexed a hand around my breasts, turning them pinker, more sensitive. I arched higher off the couch and found I craved the clamp of his hand around my breasts. Loved the feel of his rough fingers and slight burn.

  “Jace,” I cried out. Right when I thought my nipples couldn't get any harder, he tightened his hold a fraction more, and I almost levitated off the couch with pleasure.

  “Please! I need it. Your mouth, I need you,” I heard myself murmur over and over again.

  A thick finger inched into my channel, and I rode Cade’s hand while Jace lavished my breasts with all of his attention. I cupped the back of their heads and held them both to me.

  I had to be mad or possessed. Cade spread my wet lips and dove in, this time with an open-mouth kiss that nearly had me falling off the couch. I thrashed in their arms with wild abandon and when my orgasm hit, searing pleasure tore through me with a fire hotter than lightning.

  Cade pushed to his knees between my legs, his face glistening with my arousal. His bulge drew my eye, and I nibbled on my lip.

  Cade, never taking his gaze from mine, slipped a hand between my legs and dragged a finger through my juices. I watched as he brought it to his mouth and licked the tip clean of every drop of my cum.

  Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  Whatever expression I wore pulled a low rumbled laugh from Jace that had my clit pulsating all over again and my cheeks scorching. After what I just did, I don’t know how they could be any redder, but I felt the hot burn and saw the way Cade’s eyes landed on my cheeks. He knew how they both affected me, and I didn’t know how I felt about that yet. Why, I didn’t know yet. But I could delve deeper on that thought later.

  Cade’s firm lips parted, and I never expected to hear his next words. Or, feel the hot gush of juices run down my thighs because of them.

  “We need to do filthy things to you, Elle Morgan. You better run while you can.”

  I swallowed audibly and pushed myself up. It took all my strength to peel away from their warm arms and stand, but I pushed past my lust-drunkenness. I had to. What would they think of me if I let this go any further? They were professional football players with all the success spread out at their feet. Versus me—waitress by weekend and office grunt by week. We didn’t belong in the same worlds.

  Shaking no less than a leaf in a hurricane, I pushed to my feet. Dress hiked up past my ass and my thoroughly pleasured boobs on full display, my mouth hinged open.

  What have I done? With trembling hands, I made quick work of righting myself but I should have known they wouldn’t let me get far.

  Both moved fast and swept me up. Locked away from the world in our small little nook, my college ex and his best friend cocooned me. Sexy, powerful. Not pretty in a polished way, but handsome with cowboy jawlines like the boys back home.

  Cade leaned close, tucking me against him, his lips against my ear. I felt the ridges of their arousals into me. Jace from behind and Cade nudging my belly. “You can run if you like, baby, but this time we’ll find you.”

  ∞∞∞

  Cade

  I felt her heavy breaths and the caress of her hard nipples rake against my chest. Watching her pretty face shift from insecurity to full on lust captivated me. We watched as my words sank in, and the pretty blush on her face had pre-cum spilling to wet my briefs. I was tempted to spread her out between us right now and show her just how much I’ve missed her. Show her what she missed by running away.

  My gaze swept over her delicious, curvy body. Curious hands tripped down my chest and slowly teased the over my belt buckle.

  I drank in the sight of a horny Elle standing before us. I grabbed a wet cloth from a tray left behind by the waitstaff, and I cleaned my mouth. I already couldn’t wait until I was back between her legs, tasting her sweet nectar. Again and again. But for now, simply being with her, holding her would do.

  Knowing she will be mine again—ours—filled me with a surge of male satisfaction. I stroked a finger down her cheek. “Come home with us. We can talk there.”

  With one hand I gathered a creamy thigh and dragged it up mine until I knew she felt the hard line of my cock.

  “Oh, God, Cade.” Her eyes glazed over and for half a second both Jace and I stood there, rooted in place by the shift of power in the room. She held all of it and we hung on her next words.

  All she would have to do is say yes and I would die a happy man. Jace too. I raised my eyes from her and looked at Jace, who moved the curtain of hair from her face.

  War raged behind those pretty eyes. We were about to lose. I knew it. She would leave and force us to keep our word.

  “That, uh, that shouldn’t have happened.” Her voice shivered, but I admired her holding our gazes. She cupped her face, but that only enhanced the wild red splashed across them.

  Jace stepped in and turned her to him. He took her hands in his and kissed her lingeringly.

  “Let us see you home safely at least. Tomorrow we will pick you up and then we can say everything we need to say.”

  She stepped from our arms, and I let my hands fall to my sides. Bewilderment shined in her eyes. Jace looked like he wanted to scoop her up, toss her over his shoulder, and walk out. We didn’t need that kind of press this close to our first game of the season.

  “That’s okay. I can take a cab.”

  With a finger under her chin, I lifted her gaze to mine. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean for that to come out as a request.”

  Chapter Five

  Elle

  Cocky, pushy bastards. Where had my head been last night? Horrible thoughts burned my mind. It seemed all our collective brains shut off and we let our bodies do the talking. But se
riously, what the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t just fall into a man’s arms, much less two. It didn’t matter why.

  But I had with them. And so easily. I leaned on my bathroom counter and tried to find the woman I knew versus the woman I became with them. One look, a stroke of a hand and I succumbed to all my desires. I couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol either. Well, enough of that. I didn’t have time to frolic and play in night clubs with ex-boyfriends.

  Freshly showered minutes later, I gathered my dry hair in a twist and braided the length down my back. Standing naked, I used my towel to clean off the mirror and froze at the clear view of my body. My nipples were still sensitive, hard. I swiped a finger over one tip and jumped from the jolt.

  Last night I realized something. I thought what I felt for Cade and Jace was a thing of the past. Clearly that wasn’t the case. My heart raced just thinking about them. My whole body tingled all through the night, and I couldn’t help but question why I stopped. Why I refused to go home with them. I frowned as a thought struck me. “They had to think the worst of me.”

  Part of me wanted to call them. Tell them how sorry I felt for jumping on them the way I did. It felt as wrong as it did good. But mostly it felt unfinished.

  I stole a glance at the clock on my nightstand. I didn’t have time, and maybe that was for the better. Just leave it and move on.

  All the steel nerves I found last night dissolved the second I locked my apartment door behind me anyway. Cade and Jace dropped me off with a kiss and a promise to be back tonight at six sharp for that talk. Before they let me go, both made sure I had their contact numbers. After work, I would make sure to delete them before I did anything stupid.

  Call me a coward, but I made sure I left my house well in advance of six. I had work and it was my turn to close up tonight. Old boyfriend and feelings from the past needed to say where they came from.

  If anything, being early gave me time to check in on my parents and maybe grab a bite to eat before my shift started. And try to put last night behind me.