Wild Cherry: Menage Football Romance (Cherry Poppers Book 4)
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How I would manage that still eluded me. Forgetting I had gotten off on my ex’s face and his friend’s insatiable taste for my nipples didn’t sound like an easy feat. But, if I rolled with it and just continued my routine, it should be no big deal, right? Yeah, that sounded like a good, safe plan. Reasonable plan. When they didn’t find me at home, they would get the hint. Last night happened, sure, but it also came with a no repeat option.
Only my palms were sweaty and I couldn’t help but look over my shoulder every five seconds to see if they were the ones tripping the bell over the door as I delivered countless rounds of beer and chicken wings through my shift.
The place didn’t hold a flame to the elegance of II, but the pay was good and the people were nice enough. Not exactly shabby is how I would describe the nightclub, with tables scattered across the entire place and private booths lining the walls. Only these didn’t have curtains. Exhausted after a back-breaking shift, I stumbled out of the nightclub, my legs heavier than two lead bricks. Swollen feet and aching all over, I wanted a hot bath, quick food and bed, all in that order.
My phone went off at the same time I gave the security cameras one final check and locked the door on my way out.
“Hello.” I gripped the phone between my cheek and shoulder, switching out the club keys for my car’s.
I tried to drum up more energy at the sound of my mom’s voice. “Hey, hun. You okay? I tried calling earlier but got your voice message.”
“Sorry, Mom. I had to close tonight and got busy. All okay your way?”
I crossed the empty parking lot and palmed my keys. Bright lights made this side of the building seem bathed in sunlight in comparison. The owner didn’t like her employees walking out into pitch black. A gesture I appreciated, especially on moonless nights.
“Sure. I know I'm calling late, but I wanted to make sure you are home and safe.”
Keys in hand, I find my car easy enough since it’s the only one in the lot. Painted pale blue, it’s older than me by a decade, maybe two. It belonged to my dad and he held a firm belief in if it did the job, it was good enough for him. Probably why his pizzeria failed. He refused to grow with the times.
I slipped the key in the door. “Not yet. Just heading out now.”
“Good, I can stay on the line while you drive.”
“Overprotective much, Mom?” I replied on autopilot.
Rust ate at the metal in spots and the doors creaked on their hinges, but all I cared about was the low gas mileage. I chuckled and swung the door open. Then I spotted it. The flat tire. Left front wheel. Crap. Now what?
“You’ll be the same way when you have kids. Trust me.”
Making her voice soft in the way she did when she wanted something, my mom said, “Look, I called for another reason. A friend is in need of a personal assistant and wants to offer you the job first. She’s willing to teach you the ropes and pay you for it.”
That piqued my interest and made me forget about the flat, if only briefly. “That kinda sounds like a dream job.”
“It’s real. Trust me.”
I did.
“And the pay...more than your two jobs put together,” Mom continued. “I thought you might like that. Your dad and I would love to be in the same city as you for once.”
That did sound nice. No more killer heels to earn higher tips, worrying about the mortgage and wondering if I’d ever get back to college. Plus, I could kiss solo walks in parking lots at night goodbye.
But what about Cade and Jace?
I silenced the voice in my head. “Can I have a couple of days to think about it?” I asked and kicked at the deflated rubber.
“That’s about all I can give, hun. She’s desperate. You’d think we lived in New York and not Miami with how quick she makes decisions.”
My family moved around a lot when I was younger until one day my mom said that she was done. Seattle was it. They bought a house, set up a pizzeria and things went well for a time. Until they didn’t and ended up in Miami to help out my uncle with his restaurant. I stayed, kept the house and picked up the tab on the mortgage.
I breathed out. “Yeah, message received. I have to go now, Mom. Talk to you soon, okay?”
“Be careful, babe. Love you.”
I disconnected and sighed.
Looking at the rusted lug nuts, I knew I had limited options. I thumbed on my phone and hovered over the local taxi number. I didn’t realize I bypassed the taxi number and hit the next contact in my list until the deep baritone voice came over the speaker. Why I did it, I had no idea. Curiosity, fear, self-sabotage? Or, maybe a Frankenstein cocktail of all three.
But mostly, deep down I felt a need for closure. To find out what could have been before I accepted any job offer and moved on to the next phase of my life.
Biting at my lip, I wondered if I should hang up, run off to Miami and just let last night be it. Part of me knew forgetting Cade again would never happen. And now that I had a taste of Jace? A toe-to-tits shudder washed over me. Make that all of me.
I thought back to their dark warning. We need to do filthy things to you, Elle Morgan. You better run while you can.
What if I let them catch me for a night? Would that be such a bad thing? I could get my fantasy and then be on the next plane out of here and onto my new life.
I took a deep breath and liked my new plan. Everything would be perfect.
“Cade? It’s Elle. I need your help.”
Chapter Six
Jace
My whole body vibrated—fuck, I was restless, hungry. I’d been like this since we dropped Elle off at her place last night. It took a few minutes for Cade to convince me staying outside and watching over her was a bad idea and borderline stalker. We wanted her for so long, and after she walked away from us the first time, we were up half the night wondering if we’d ever see her again. Hell, I had a deep-seated feeling we wouldn’t. When I closed my eyes last night, I could feel her body pressed against mine and her sweet taste on my tongue. I didn’t want to lose that again.
We found the door where Elle worked unlocked twenty minutes later.
Damn it. She should have locked it. Anyone could have walked in before we got here. I threw a look over my left shoulder to Cade, and he nodded. “I know.”
When Cade received her call we were both sitting outside her house with all the intentions of waiting there until she returned home. After we got our answers about why she ditched us, we would have undressed her between us and tortured her body with all the orgasms she could handle until she promised never to do it again.
Or, at least that was one version of how I saw it going down. In all honesty, knowing her stubborn streak, our Elle would have forced us to pull the truth out with a thoroughly kinky spanking. Then, and only then, would she have confessed.
My dick got hard at the idea. Safe to say, I kind of hoped she opted for the stubborn route. Seeing her round, sweet ass all red and that tight pussy of hers creaming with delight at all the new sensations ticked major boxes for me. Fuck yes! I knew for a fact no one had touched her body the way we would.
“Hello, beautiful. Are you okay?”
Elle wrinkled her nose when we walked up to the bar where she stood. She didn’t like compliments, but we would change that shit soon enough. She thought beauty and her didn’t belong in the same sentence, which was utter bullshit. She ran circles around women who bought their beauty, the ones who made millions off their looks.
No one matched Elle’s classic beauty. Not in our college days and especially not now. Parked outside her house earlier, Cade and I agreed this would be our last season. Our contracts expired after this year, and we would not be renewing them. This was it and all of me wanted to jump up and click my heels like some damn leprechaun.
Football fell to the back of my mind when we should be razor-focused with the season opening in two days. Tonight would be our last night in Seattle for a couple of weeks, and I didn’t have a clue as to how we would conv
Dim lights cast a halo of light around our girl where she stood at the bar, her back to us. She wore her Snow-White black hair pinned back in another off-the-shoulder style I couldn’t wait to let loose. Her voluptuous legs looked killer left bare by her short skirt and the tight leather bodice encasing her plump breasts… fuck.
Beside her sat her name tag, a glass of water, and a tube of lipstick.
She turned, a smile pulling at her lips. But the shine in her eyes caught my attention.
“Boys,” she cooed in a Southern sweetness that always made my cock harder than steel. Red lipstick the shade of Sunday sins drew my eyes.
A switch flipped inside me from one second to the next. On our way over here Cade and I had agreed maybe we should take it slower, ease off a bit and set our sights lower to having drinks and dinner, but seeing her in leather and her sweet kissable lips painted such a cock-teasing color I changed that and fast.
One looked at my buddy, and I knew we were on the same page. Bed, bar, table...location didn’t matter, but the mood did and this place would do just fine with its low lights and the soft music I knew hadn’t turned itself on.
Sexy confidant Elle wanted what we didn’t finish the other night in the club. And we would give it to her.
On one condition.
“Where’s the security room, baby?”
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Elle
Looking sexy and pulling off sexy with the walk and talk didn’t come natural to me. Sure, I played a part as a waitress and earned good tips, but I did that for money. With Jace and Cade I didn’t want anything fake between us for my one night with them.
Jace excused himself to find the security room and Cade took up all of my personal space. The heat of his body enveloped mine seconds before I fell into his open, possessive arms. No words. No preamble. Just a I’m here, and this is happening kind of expression on his handsome face.
I loved it. Not sure how they read my mind, but I sure hoped all the clues I laid out for them worked and by all accounts, I think they did. Cade couldn’t take his eyes off my lips.
I didn’t want to talk either. Too many things could be said and promised, and none of us could afford that happening.
I wanted them to use my body. And then tomorrow I would call my mother and accept the job in Miami.
His lips were on mine and his tongue swiping across my lower lip. Strong, rough hands pressed on my shoulders and rubbed the length of my arms. After taking my hands in his, he placed them on his shoulders.
“Keep them there,” he husked warmly.
I moaned when his slid down the baby soft leather bodice pinning my boobs high and sighed when I felt the tug of the zipper start to ease.
“Where’s Jace?”
“Turning off the security cameras. We don’t want any sex tapes making the rounds.”
My lips formed an O.
A second pair of hands settled on my hips, and he pulled me against a hard body. A massive ridge pressed into my ass, and a hungry noise slipped from my throat at the promise.
“We have unfinished business,” he whispered against the shell of my ear.
Power swirled around them like a force of protection and hunger so overwhelming it felt alive. So thick it filled the room and made the hair on my arms rise from the currents rushing through the ample space.
Four hands slid over my skin and teased every inch as Cade exposed my breasts to the cool air. I shuddered and shook in their arms. A little more and the zipper came undone, leaving my plump breasts free to bounce.
“More beautiful every time I see you,” Cade growled, his jaw clenched, eyes burning into mine.
“She tastes like fucking candy from heaven and looks just as sweet.” Jace’s words were murmured in between licks and nibbles across my neck and down my spine. It was like he knew where to stroke the tip of his tongue and tease me with a nip to make me sigh or gasp.
Two thick, very large cocks pulsed hot and hungry against my ass and thigh. They surrounded me.
Jace skimmed warm lips lower and lower until he knelt behind me. His fingers teased over my hips and down the short length of my uniform skirt until he found the edge and slipped a hand beneath.
Cade, reading his friend’s next move, pressed a leg between mine and spread me wide open over the thickness of his thigh. Strong hands yanked my skirt around my waist, and I whimpered as Jace slipped his thumbs into the band of my panties and dragged the soaked scrap of cloth from my body. The sticky, wet silk covering my pouty lips peeled off and the guttural, possessive growl he gave made a fresh wave of girl cum spill from my channel. I blushed hard when Jace helped me slip my feet from them before stuffing them in his pocket. I knew he saw how wet they were, but more than that, I saw the raw hunger in his eyes.
“Let’s get her on her back. I need a taste of this sweet little pussy before I die from need.”
“Good idea.”
In someone’s arms, I moved through the club. I expected to feel the coldness of a table on my back when they spread me out, but all I felt was the warmth of a shirt. I looked and found Jace had peeled away his button-down and spread it out for me.
But honestly, all I could only see every rippling inch of his bare chest. Sports did a body good, and God help me, this man took his job seriously. I held a hand out, and he took it, guiding my fingers to grip his cock. “Show it to me. I want to see you.”
Eyes blazing, Cade slowly unhooked his pants and peeled back the zipper to reveal a huge cock with a fat, swollen head peeking out from the band of his black boxers. Precum dripped from the crown and I couldn't help wanting a taste. I’d never gone down on a man before but with him—both of them—I wanted their taste on my tongue as much as they wanted mine on theirs.
Between my legs, Cade pushed my knees wide, exposing all of me to the cool club air and his hot, searing gaze. My stomach caved when he kissed a hot path from just beneath my breasts to the spot right above my clit, giving little teasing flicks of his tongue as he went.
“Cade,” I groaned to the sound of a throaty chuckle.
“Greedy, wet, and horny,” he murmured, sliding the tip of his tongue up my seam. “Perfect trio.”
I grew acutely aware of Jace moving closer, sucking up all the space at my side. He took my hand and worked my fingers around his girth. Together we stroked him from base to tip.
And then it seemed they were both done with moving slow. Or, I lost track of all perception of time. Both options were totally possible.
They spread me over the table with my ass at the edge and my head in the perfect position to take Jace with my mouth. He moved to the end of the table, and both men reached for my breasts.
Together they took a hard nipple between their teeth and worked the tips with just enough pressure to have me withering on the table. Then Cade dotted kisses up my throat. He growled loudly into my mouth, and I wrapped my legs around his thick waist, working the hard ridge of his cock between my legs. I gasped at the rough sensation of his zipper against my sensitive lips, and my needy clit demanded more. I moved my hips over him and moaned from the delicious feel, my back arching just enough to cause my bare nipples to tighten harder from the brush of cool air against the wetness left from their mouths. One shock led to another, and I clasped the hard peaks between my fingers, giving a hard tug.
A jolt of savage need took hold of me, causing warm liquid to slip from my tight channel to drench the front of Cade’s slacks.
“You’re a fucking beauty when you get excited for me.”
He skimmed his hands over my thighs, working his way around until he had my ass in the palms of his hands. He kneaded the plump flesh, and I ground my aching pussy against his bulge. Holding my weight with one arm, he freed his engorged cock. Cum leaked from the head, and I reached between our bodies and positioned him at the entrance of my pussy.
He tensed and made a move to pull away. “Are you sure? Fuck, you’re so perfect…this is so perfect.” He looked at his buddy and back at me. In that moment, I saw this was more than sex to them. I wasn’t just some conquest or a bet between football players. I mattered.
“We want you but only if you’re sure. And once this happens, we can’t go back—any of us.”
With a moan, I slipped Jace’s cock my mouth, working him with slow even pumps, my saliva making a wet sound between us.
I knew what Cade was asking, and I’m touched he cared for me so much when it would be so easy to fuck me and not worry about the part that came after having hellacious sex.
“I’m protected and even if you do get me pregnant…I’m yours, right?”
“Fuck yes. Mine. Ours.”
He growled again, and I loved the thrill of belonging.
I dug my heels into his ass as the fat head of his cock pushed into the tight grip of my pussy.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned. The stretch, the burn...so so good. My eyes rolled closed. My heels perched on the ledge of the table, and I lifted my hips, needing Cade to take me deeper. Fuck me harder.
Strong hands gripped my hips and hauled me back to the table, pinned around him. My heels automatically linked around his waist as he pounded into me.
As if using every muscle in his body, he held me tight and thrust. I angled my hips and when he did it again, he hit my clit. I cried out. I loved his strength and loved the way he already had the pressure of my release building…and I loved the way he looked at me, as if I was the most precious thing in the world and he’d give up everything for me.
Jace buried a hand in my hair and turned my head. Cock in hand, he brushed the cum-soaked tip across my lips. I was already spread wide but when Cade pressed my knees to my chest, there was nothing he didn’t see.
Fingers circled my clit and then he stroked deep into my channel. I gasped for air, withering in sinful delight and when I gasped at the feel of a finger touching me there, Jace fed me his cock until he tapped the back of my throat. I bobbed my head in time with him rocking his hips. I whimpered around his girth and sucked the head with an extra pop and then took him again, only this time deeper.
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