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by Samantha Kane


  “I didn’t do anything,” she protested.

  “Yes, you did,” Cass said, jumping into the conversation. “You saw him. I didn’t. Well, I knew he was in there, but I didn’t really see him, I didn’t make him be that guy, and you did. I let him coast, I let him be whatever I thought made him happy, and in the meantime, I was making him miserable. I didn’t know how to treat him, not really. I just tried to protect him. That’s not love. That’s not what he needed.”

  “You would have gotten there,” Marian told him, running her finger along Cass’s ear.

  “Maybe, maybe not,” Cass said. “I can’t help but feel that you shook us up. You saw both of us and didn’t take our bullshit. You opened my eyes. From the moment I realized how much I wanted you I knew that this”—he motioned among the three of them—“was what I wanted, where we were going. I’d never thought of that before, not with any other woman.”

  “Where are we going?” Marian whispered.

  “To the next level,” Cass answered.

  “And what’s that?” she asked.

  “Me,” Beau said. “I’m the next level.”

  “I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Cass playfully pushed Marian over Beau’s hip, and with a laugh, she rolled over him so that Beau lay between the two of them. “Now we get to play with Beau.”

  “I thought it wasn’t a game,” Beau said, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.

  “No game,” Cass said. “Everybody wins when we play.”

  Marian bit him on the shoulder and Beau jerked a little, startled, which only made her laugh. She licked the spot and then sucked on it. “Mm,” she said. “You taste good.”

  “Doesn’t he?” Cass murmured. He quickly straddled Beau, and Beau found the sensation familiar and yet foreign. He knew Cass so well, but he’d never felt the touch of his bare flesh like this, never felt his ass and balls on his stomach before. He squirmed, wanting more. Cass was staring at his chest as he ran his hands from Beau’s shoulders down to his pecs and then to his sides. Then he leaned over and bit one of Beau’s nipples. Beau practically came up off the bed at the electrifying sensation. His dick went from half-interested to hard in about twenty seconds. Marian leaned over him, tucking her hair out of the way behind her ear, watching him.

  “This is going to be fun,” she whispered. “You’ll love it, I promise.” Then she kissed him, and having both her and Cass’s mouths on him at the same time was the most erotic, amazing thing he’d ever felt. He sucked in an unsteady breath, cupped Cass’s head to hold him there, and kissed Marian back. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right.

  With licks and little bites, Cass worked his way down Beau’s stomach, which was clenched taut with the kind of mind-blowing nervousness that accompanied sexual firsts. Each drag of Cass’s beard along his sensitive skin sent bolts of electrifying awareness through him. Beau really wanted Cass to get to where he was going, which he hoped was his dick. There was a long pause after he licked the crease between Beau’s thigh and torso, and disappointment crashed down on Beau, because Cass wasn’t going to do it.

  In typical Cass fashion, he did it without fanfare or warning. He just took Beau’s cock in his mouth and sucked it deep. Beau gasped and Marian pulled away from their kiss to look down at what Cass was doing. Just then Cass let him go and coughed.

  “Not as easy as I make it look, is it?” Marian said with a lot of sass.

  “No, ma’am,” Cass drawled, and Beau’s toes curled as Cass’s hot breath washed over his cockhead. “But I’ll get the hang of it. With a lot of practice.”

  “Start now,” Beau said. “The practice, I mean.”

  “You get bossy when your dick is getting sucked,” Cass muttered.

  “Yep,” Beau said.

  Cass chuckled, and Beau groaned at that hot wash of breath again. He made a strangled sound as Cass sucked him in again, but not as deep as the first time. Didn’t matter, it still felt fantastic. Cass awkwardly worked him with his fist and his mouth for a few minutes. Marian spent the time exploring his body, kissing and licking and touching him everywhere. Cass’s lack of experience was obvious, but completely irrelevant to how much Beau enjoyed the hell out of it. But when Marian slipped her hand between his legs, reaching past Cass to run her fingernail across his sac, he had to stop them.

  “I’m going to go,” he said breathlessly, pulling on Cass’s hair. “I can’t. Stop.”

  Cass listened to him and let go. Beau was so surprised it took a moment to miss the wet heat of his mouth. “I’m not going to stop yet,” Cass told him. His voice was a little worse for wear, like he’d been sucking cock, which he had. Beau grinned. Then what Cass said registered.

  “What?” he asked stupidly.

  “Not until you’re ready,” Cass said, watching him intently. “I read a little about this, and I think it will help if I suck you while I’m stretching you.”

  Beau was rendered speechless. This was it. Damn. He wasn’t ready. And yet he was so ready. He just nodded.

  “Do you want to watch what he’s doing,” Marian asked, “or would you rather have me crawling all over you, distracting you? I’m not sure, since I’ve never been part of a deflowering before.”

  Cass busted out laughing, and even Beau huffed out a nervous laugh. “Is that what they call it in the South?”

  “That’s what they call it in old-timey romance books,” she said. “It seemed appropriate.”

  Just then Cass sucked his dick back in and circled his hole with a slick finger.

  “Crawling all over me,” Beau said firmly. “I can’t handle the feel of it and the sight of it together yet. Sensory overload.”

  “Gotcha,” Marian said. “I know what you mean.” She straddled his middle and then lay down on him, her breasts rubbing on his chest. “You can play with any part of me you like,” she whispered in his ear, then she bit his earlobe.

  “Why are you two always biting me?” he asked breathlessly, wincing a little at the sting as Cass worked his finger in. Cass swirled his tongue around the head of his dick at the same moment, and Beau bit his lip to keep his groan in. Marian gently pulled on his lip, then she sucked on it.

  “You just taste so damn delicious,” she told him, rubbing sensuously against him, her hips undulating. He felt the damp curls of her pussy on his abs, and the overwhelming sensations of what they were doing tightened all his muscles. He slid his hands up Marian’s smooth back, then danced his fingers down the knobs of her spine, right down over her ass. He pushed a finger into her pussy, and she shivered and sighed and then kissed him again. He found himself relaxing, falling into a deep hole of pure sensation and desire, never hitting bottom, just floating.

  It felt like just minutes had passed when Cass pulled his fingers out. He fell on his back beside Beau, making the bed bounce, and Beau and Marian stopped kissing. They blinked at each other as if they were dazed, and Marian laughed breathlessly. Cass was putting a condom on and Beau’s nerves returned.

  “On your back, sugar,” Cass told Marian. “Beau in the middle.”

  “Beau in the middle,” Marian agreed, rolling off him so that she lay between them. “Is that the name of this game?”

  “The name of this game is fuck Marian first,” Cass teased, kissing her on the nose. He shoved a couple of pillows under her hips, so that she lay there looking like an awkward sacrifice.

  “You’re good at this naming shit,” she told him seriously, and Cass laughed.

  “I’m good at everything, sugar.” Beau couldn’t have agreed more. Cass turned and looked at him expectantly. He didn’t ask, he wasn’t hesitant, didn’t look unsure. He just waited. He knew the answer as sure as he knew Beau.

  Beau rolled over right into the cradle of Marian’s spread thighs, then came to his knees. Without a word, Cass slid a condom onto his dick. It already seemed natural to have Cass handling him like that. When it was on, Beau braced his hands next to Marian’s shoulders and shifted. Sh
e moved with him, so that he easily slid inside her slick pussy.

  “Damn,” he whispered. “You feel so good, Marian. So damn good.”

  “I’m glad,” she told him. “I want to feel good for you. I want to be perfect for you.” Her arms went around his neck and he lowered himself until his forearms rested on the bed and they kissed. Tenderly at first, like a shy hello from her, and then hot and hungry.

  “She is so fucking hot for what’s about to happen,” Cass growled. “She can’t wait for me to fuck you while you’re inside her.”

  Marian moaned into his mouth at Cass’s words. Beau slid out and back in, fucking her gently. He needed to last. He wanted to come when Cass was inside him. Even the thought made him dizzy. Before he met Cass he’d never have believed he’d think something like that. His ass was up in the air a bit, thanks to the pillows and Marian, and he felt exposed and raw and aching with emptiness.

  Cass crawled between their spread legs, nudging them a bit wider. Then he put one hand on Beau’s hip and just did it. He just pressed his cock to Beau’s ass and pushed inside a bit. Beau pulled away from Marian’s mouth with a choked gasp. It wasn’t that it hurt, it was just so weird. It felt good and crazy and forbidden and perfect.

  “Yeah?” Cass asked. Beau was happy to hear his voice break a little.

  “Yeah,” he said. He looked up at Marian and she was watching him with the hottest fucking expression he’d ever seen. Hungry and aroused and possessive. He had to kiss her again just for that look.

  It took Cass a couple of minutes to get all the way inside. Beau’s erection flagged a bit, but Marian whispered in his ear, “That’s normal. Don’t worry.”

  “I’m just going to stay like this for a minute,” Cass said, out of breath. “If I move, I’m going. I swear. It feels that good, man. Tell me.”

  Beau licked his lips and blew out a heavy breath. “I need that minute to adjust. I don’t remember you being hung like a fucking horse.”

  Marian burst out laughing. “Wimp,” she said, kissing his neck. “I took two of you.”

  “I’m taking two of you right now,” Beau said, nuzzling her cheek. “Maybe not the exact same thing, but still impressive.”

  “Mm,” Marian hummed as she kissed him again, and he chose to take it as agreement. Cass moved, a little glide backward, and then forward again, and every nerve in Beau’s body zinged as he shivered.

  “You move with me, against me,” Cass told him. “I push in, you pull out of Marian. I pull out, you push into her. That way you’re always getting fucked, one way or another.”

  Beau didn’t stop kissing Marian to answer. He just did as Cass told him, and it nearly blew the top of his head off as pleasure shot from his ass to the tip of his dick. He was so not going to last long. The next time he pushed into Marian he did it harder, rubbing on her clit, and she whimpered into his mouth. She had to come. It wouldn’t be right if she didn’t. So he held on to her, kissed her and fucked her and took Cass with abandon, not caring about anything but having these two people connected to him like this.

  Too soon he felt his orgasm coming. His hips stuttered as he lost the steady rhythm Cass had set.

  “Yeah,” Cass said, panting. “You going to come? I need to come. Tell me you’re ready.”

  “Yes,” he gasped. “But Marian…”

  “Just love me,” she told him, hugging him tight, squeezing his cock inside her. “It will happen. I’m close, too.”

  Beau took her at her word and fucked her hard while Cass pounded into him. He knew he’d be sore later, but right now it felt amazing. “Yes,” he said. “Yes, yes. Now.” He threw his head back with a shout as he came, ramming into Marian and holding there, his hips jerking. Cass kept fucking him, just a little wild, a little out of control. It set off little aftershocks in his ass and he cried out. It was a sound he’d never made before, part surrender, part victory.

  “Beau,” Cass said in a strangled voice, and then he pressed in deep and lay on Beau’s back, his lips on the nape of Beau’s neck as he came.

  Marian was holding him so tightly, her face buried in his neck. She was working her hips still, fucking his still-hard dick, rubbing on him. Then she let out a moan and he could feel her coming, trembling in his arms.

  “Oh my God,” she said when it was over, when they all lay there in the aftermath, sweaty and spent and aching. “That was…”

  “Unbelievable,” Beau finished for her. “Amazing.”

  “Believe it,” Cass said. “Cause that’s how it’s going to be from now on. This is going to work. We’re going to make it work.”

  Chapter 25

  “This isn’t working.” Shannon ran his hands through his hair and then linked them on top of his head as he stared out at the field. The team was milling around, looking more like an angry mob than a team. “Either I suck as head coach, or you suck as team captain. Which is it, Cass?” he asked, staring out at the field.

  “Neither,” Cass said defensively. “We just need more time to gel.”

  “Smith is a disaster.” Shannon signaled Tyler over and the quarterback jogged across the field, taking his helmet off as he came. “You were supposed to have it all fixed by now.”

  “What does that mean?” Cass asked sharply.

  “You and Beau have hooked up with Marian. I have eyes, I see things. Smith is here because of her. It was your job to fix it all. But Marian still won’t go in the locker room, and Smith still hates everyone.” Shannon turned to glare at him. “I’m not an idiot. I know that somehow the two are related. Smith hovers around her like a feral mother hen. And I’m not sure he’d let her in the locker room if she tried to go in there. I also know that you and Beau know what’s going on.” He held up his hand to stop Cass from talking. Tyler had arrived and he just stood there, listening. “Fix it, Cass. I mean it. Or this team is going nowhere. If Marian is the cause of Smith’s issues, then Marian is gone. I don’t like it, but there it is. Right now Smith is the more valuable of the two.”

  “If Marian goes, we go,” Cass said coldly. “I don’t like it, but there it is.”

  “I guess that gives you more incentive.” Shannon sighed. He sounded tired. “I like Marian. She’s a damn good coach. And I see her trying with Smith. But whatever she’s doing isn’t working. Is it you? If you left her alone, would he settle in?”

  “No,” Cass said. “What’s eating him won’t go away if we do.”

  “I get that I can’t know what that is,” Shannon said. “There are a whole lot of things I don’t like in this situation, and that’s one of them. But I’m not going to push.” He narrowed his eyes as he stared at Cass. “You are. You’re going to push until it’s settled, one way or the other. We need Smith to play like the franchise player he is. Tyler.” He turned to the quarterback. “Is it you? You’re not connecting with him. Communication?”

  “He knows the plays. We just need to work it some more. We’re almost there.”

  “Almost doesn’t score touchdowns, Tyler. It doesn’t put us in the play-offs. My expectations are low. A wild-card spot, that’s it. That’s all we need to show progress and fill the stands. You’re connecting more with Beau than Smith. You two are covering for him. Stop it.”

  “Why are we having this conversation instead of you and Smith?” Cass demanded. “Tyler and I are doing our jobs. He’s the one out of sync.”

  “Because he already knows it,” Shannon said. “All you have to do is watch him and you can see it. He’s as frustrated as I am. I think he wants to fit in here. But he has no idea how to do it, or even how to try. He’s doing that for Marian, isn’t he?”

  “Yes,” Cass said from between gritted teeth.

  “What else will he do for Marian?” Shannon asked. Cass could almost see the gears in his head working.

  “Meaning?” Cass asked, not sure he liked where this was going.

  “Just think about it,” Shannon said dismissively. “And think about what else you’ll do for Marian. It’s on yo
u to fix it, and I think you’ve known that all along. So do it.”

  Cass turned away with a huff of annoyance, jerking his helmet in the air in front of him, trying not to throw it as he stalked off. He looked up and saw Marian watching him with a worried look on her face. It had been over a week since that incredible night when the three of them had been together for the first time in a true ménage à trois, the night he’d taken Beau for the first time. They’d spent every night together since, done things Cass had never thought he’d do. And he’d loved every minute of it. But Marian was still holding a part of herself back. He and Beau knew it, had talked about it. She wouldn’t move in with them, kept saying it was too soon to know if they were in love. Shannon hit on it when he observed she still wouldn’t go in the locker room. She said she was healed, but that was a lie, wasn’t it? Maybe she never would be. Maybe this was all she could give them. His heart broke a little standing there looking at her, wondering if he’d always long for something he couldn’t have.

  “Hey,” Beau said from off to his right. Cass turned to see him standing on the edge of the field, his helmet under his arm, looking as worried as Marian. “What’s going on?”

  Cass just shook his head. They couldn’t talk about it here. “I need to talk to Smith.” He wiped his sweaty forehead on the towel wrapped around his neck. Eighty-nine fucking degrees in mid-June. He loved everything about the South but the weather. The humidity was like breathing soup. “I have three fucking days to save this team.”

  “Whoa,” Beau said. “What are you talking about?”

  Tyler walked over, eyeing them both with trepidation. “Don’t listen to him, Cass,” he told him. “This is not on you. Smith isn’t connecting with anyone. Hell, not even Tom, and everybody loves that damn kid. How can they be roommates and Smith hasn’t fallen in love with him?”

  “Tyler, if you’re scared of something, how do you overcome that?” Cass asked thoughtfully, looking at Marian.

  “Therapy,” Tyler said with a laugh. “I don’t know. Confront it, I guess. Like, go on a trip in a plane if you’re scared of flying. Once you realize it’s not so bad, then you’re not scared anymore.”

 

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