Game On (Entwined Hearts)

by Sheryl Nantus

Emboldened by their responses, Angela spoke. “I’ve booked a room at the Touchstone Hotel for this Saturday night. Can you both make it?”

  Jake frowned, and she saw the mental calculations working behind his eyes, the distant look. “I can switch shifts with Phil. He owes me for when his daughter was born a few months ago, no problem there.”

  Hunter looked at Angela. “No games this weekend. And no meetings I can’t either reschedule or skip out on altogether.” He shook his head. “I didn’t think you could surprise me anymore. Guess I was wrong.”

  She felt the heat on her face. “You asked me about a woman’s greatest fantasy. Now you know.”

  Hunter let out a sharp laugh. “Got me there.” He went to the door and flipped the sign over. “Okay, then. Saturday night.”

  “Yep.” He smirked, easing Angela’s nerves. “Let’s see if the coach remembers his playbook or if he needs to be replaced before the first tip-off.”

  Hunter raised an eyebrow, signaling his willingness to play along. “At least I’m not second string, warming the bench while the big boys get on the court.” He tapped his chest. “We’ll see who gets more play time and who hits the showers early.”

  “Out.” Angela stood up, her stomach still churning. She let out a nervous laugh, giddy with the success of her proposition. She shooed them both out, hands waving in the air. “Both of you. I’ll see you Saturday.”

  “Hell yeah.” Hunter blew her a kiss and unlocked the door before walking out.

  Jake hesitated, holding back until Hunter was out of sight. “I’ll be there. But don’t forget you can call this off at any time. Anytime,” he repeated, mimicking putting a phone to his ear. “Saturday morning, afternoon, evening, at any point. Be there because you want to be there, not because you believe you owe it to us.”

  “I won’t.” She smiled, her eyes brimming with tears. “Now, get out before Hunter comes back and picks a fight.”

  “As you wish.” He went to the door and smiled, too. “You’re still full of surprises, Angela Kenzie. Never change.”

  And he was gone.

  The door shut behind him, sealing Angela in her office.

  She let out a whoosh of air and leaned back in her chair, her heart racing.

  What have I done?

  I’m not sure, she answered herself, but it sure as hell is going to be one interesting night.

  Jake caught up with Hunter before he made it to his car.

  Hunter spun around, obviously anticipating Jake’s approach. He leaned back on the Charger and waited.

  “You okay with this?” Jake kept his voice down.

  Hunter gave a loud snort. “Hell no. I was hoping this meeting was for her to kick you to the curb. But Angie’s always chosen her own path.”

  “That’s true.” Jake crossed his arms and moved beside him as they both looked back at the law office. “One time, she faced down a bunch of drunk frat boys. Cornered her and a few girlfriends out on the grounds, made crude remarks about what they were going to do.” Jake shook his head. “I only heard about it afterwards from a friend.”

  “What did she do?”

  “Read them the riot act. Included each possible infraction of the rules and threatened to drag them not only through the courts but through the papers, too, until they had as much of a chance of graduating as they did of growing wings and flying away.”

  “And they left?”

  “Nah. They were drunk and horny and didn’t give a crap about anything she was saying.” Jake let out a sharp laugh. “So she kicked one of them in the nuts, and all the girls ran. The boys were too busy helping their buddy to go after her.”

  Hunter snickered. “Yeah. She’s a handful.” He looked at Jake. “So we’re going to try this?”

  “At least for one night.” Jake rolled his shoulders back. “I don’t know about you, but I want her to be happy. Maybe this’ll work for her, maybe it won’t. But I’m curious to see how it all works out.”

  “Me, too.” Hunter eyed him. “Maybe you should follow my lead. I know what she likes.”

  Jake levered himself off the car with another laugh. “So do I, Coach. So do I.”

  A few days later, Jake sat at his office desk, typing as fast as he could. It was almost noon on Saturday, and he wasn’t in a mood to waste time.

  His phone rang.

  Jake looked at the text message.

  Don’t forget. Touchstone Hotel. 8 p.m.

  Short and sweet.

  Classic Angie.

  He sent back a smiling-face emoji and nothing else.

  “You good?” Grace walked by on the way to the coffee machine.

  “Doing great. Finishing off the council report before Phil comes in.”

  The dispatcher refilled her mug and moved to stand in front of his desk. “Taking a night off?”

  “Switching shifts. Figured I’d cash in the favor before it got stale.” Jake tried to make the shoulder shrug look nonchalant, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

  When everything was.

  It was hard to focus on the bland monthly report, detailing the small police force’s happenings. In the middle of typing, he had an overwhelming urge to sweep the keyboard off the table and roar like a beast, shout to the rooftops he was going to be with Angela Kenzie tonight for the experience of a lifetime.

  If he had anything to do with it.

  Hunter’s phone buzzed, bringing him out of a sound sleep. He’d had a restless night, tossing and turning, fuzzy dreams of Angela creeping in and out of his mind.

  He couldn’t figure out if he was mad or glad about the situation.

  Angela wasn’t the same woman he knew from high school, just as he wasn’t the same man. Her request, while surprising, wasn’t far out of line with his own desires and fantasies. If anyone hadn’t thought about a threesome at some point in their lives, they were either lying or headed for a religious order.

  The question was if the three of them would be able to mesh together or dissolve into a fumbling, messy brawl as each man tried to top the other and hog Angela all to himself.

  And while he liked Jake, respected Jake, it was going to be interesting to see how he’d react in this situation.

  The text message was enough to bring him to full wakefulness.

  Don’t forget. Touchstone Hotel. 8 p.m.

  Hunter sat up and laughed, tapping the small screen to acknowledge the text.

  When Angie said she was going to do something, she did it.

  That much hadn’t changed.

  He glanced at the clock. It was close to noon.

  Plenty of time to get ready to deliver the night of a lifetime to the woman he loved.

  He yawned and headed for the shower, mentally drawing up plans for the evening’s entertainment.

  There was no way he was going to let Jake Weatherly get ahead of him in this area.

  Angela felt her heart race as she approached the hotel, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel. It was a luxury hotel about an hour’s drive out of town, attached to the nearby casino. She’d never been here but had read about it online, the high traffic improving the odds that no one would focus on her or the other two.

  She wasn’t sure how open-minded Glen Barrow had become in the past few years, but she wasn’t going to push it.

  “Ms. Kenzie.” The beaming clerk slid the card key across the polished counter. “Hope you enjoy your stay with us.”

  She smiled and picked up her overnight bag, feeling more confident by the second.

  This is my time.

  This is what I want.

  This is what I need.

  She took a long, leisurely shower in the oversize stall, pampering herself with body lotion and perfume before retreating to the bedroom.

  It took a few minutes to slip her lingerie on.

  It’d been a present to herself, bought months ago on a whim from an online site. She’d resolved to save it for a special occasion, and it’d stayed packed in her storage bags until y
esterday.

  Now it symbolized her freedom. To be with whom she wanted, when she wanted.

  The black lace rubbed against her skin as she slipped the soft white hotel robe back on and opened up the minibar.

  She’d already eaten dinner at home, telling her mother she was going out of town to take a client’s deposition and would be back late on Sunday. The cover story would keep gossip at a minimum and allow her a degree of privacy.

  Angela plucked out a small bottle of scotch and prepared a drink.

  She wasn’t going to get drunk, but she sure as hell could use a bit of a pickup.

  Jake closed the trunk of his car and slung his duffel bag up over his shoulder. He looked up at the hotel.

  Nice digs.

  He flashed back to the encounter in the parking lot and the way Angela had reacted to his touch, arching back against him with unfettered need and want.

  The memory shot straight to his groin, and he grunted.

  New tricks, Angie.

  For all three of us.

  He looked around the parking lot, afraid for a second that someone would recognize him. It wouldn’t be illegal for the police chief to go to a hotel, or to a casino, but he was always worried about public opinions.

  His inner voice snapped at him as he hesitated again, studying the people walking in and out of the hotel.

  Enough. Go to her.

  She’s waiting for you.

  A second text from Angela an hour ago had given the room number, so he didn’t have to deal with the clerk. Given the busy traffic in and out of the lobby, Jake doubted anyone would have blinked if he’d walked through in a full SWAT team uniform.

  He got to the room and knocked.

  The door opened to show Hunter standing there, a smile on his face. He was barefoot, wearing only a white dress shirt and khakis.

  “You’re ahead of schedule.” He looked at his watch. “It’s only seven fifty-five.”

  “You’re worse.” Jake laughed and pushed by him to enter the room. “Doesn’t look good when a man comes too early. Might want to remember that.”

  Any further jokes fell off his tongue as he caught sight of Angela.

  She stood at the foot of the king-size bed, a white robe wrapped around her. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked at the two men.

  Hunter closed the door. “Got here a few minutes ago. Barely long enough to get my socks and shoes off.” He turned and faced Angela. “She’s been waiting for you. Hasn’t moved an inch.”

  Jake nodded, searching for words. Her long blond hair was loose on her shoulders, a long strand sneaking in under the front of her robe.

  “Call it, Angie,” Jake said in a hoarse voice. He tossed the duffel bag to the side. “We’re at your command.”

  He couldn’t think of what else to say.

  She smiled, and the simple gesture shot straight to his cock, sending him to full attention in an instant.

  “First, you’re both awfully overdressed. Second”—she slowly drew the long belt free of the robe to let it fall open—“I’m not.”

  Hunter’s heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest.

  He’d seen Angela naked before.

  But this time she wasn’t naked.

  And it was sexier than ever.

  The black lacy corset hooked up the middle, playing into her ample cleavage. The tiny matching thong hid nothing and yet hid everything, standing out against her fair skin.

  She licked her lips and put her hands on her hips, her attention going from one man to the other.

  “I’m waiting.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Jake chuckled as he stripped, making short work of his black T-shirt and jeans. He tossed them to the side along with his socks and shoes.

  Hunter kept staring at the woman he thought he knew intimately and yet knew nothing about right now.

  Angela cocked an eyebrow, and he realized he’d already fallen behind.

  He heard Jake laugh as he struggled to get his shirt off, his fingers suddenly thick and clumsy.

  “I hope you’re better with your hands in bed, Coach.”

  Hunter ran his tongue over his lips and looked at Angela. “Getting ready for the tip-off.”

  Angela rolled her eyes and dropped the robe. “Get over here, you two. I’m getting cold.”

  She couldn’t stop trembling.

  All the fantasies she’d had, all the wet dreams sending her over the edge, they were about to disappear with the harsh reality about to happen.

  Angela closed her eyes as the two naked men approached her, trying to figure out what to do next.

  Jake’s low laugh came from her right as she felt the robe moved away from around her feet. “You’re damned sexy. But you knew that.”

  She felt him move behind her, his body heat sending goose bumps over her exposed skin.

  “What do you want?” The heated breath tickled her ear.

  “Everything,” she whispered. “I want you both to do everything to me. What you’ve wanted, what you’ve wished, what you needed.”

  Hunter sucked in his breath through clenched teeth as Jake whispered his response.

  “We will. Keep your eyes closed.” He drew his fingers up the back of her legs, skipping over the lace. His hands went to her hips, around to her breasts. He squeezed them lightly as his mouth landed on her left shoulder, atop the fading mark he’d left there not so long ago. His teeth scraped against her skin, the soft kiss intensifying with each second.

  She let out a noise but didn’t try to stop him.

  Jake pulled free. “Something to remind you of tonight every time you look in the mirror.” The slow rumble echoed through her body, setting her nerves ablaze.

  Angela let out a soft cry as he resumed his task.

  “And while he’s busy,” Hunter’s gentle laugh reached her ears, “let me start worshipping you. Like I said I wanted to do, back in my office.”

  The kiss was hard and crushing, his hot hands clutching at her ass as he came up against her. His knee nudged her legs apart even as Jake increased the pressure on her breasts, sandwiching her between him and Hunter.

  Angela couldn’t hold back a whimper, her senses overloading between the two approaches.

  She was coming apart already.

  Jake lifted his mouth and chuckled. “Now you’ve got a nice pair.” He squeezed her breasts again and ran his thumbs over her erect nipples. “These, too.”

  Hunter pulled free and groaned. “How long did it take for you to think that one up?”

  “Everyone’s a critic.” Jake nuzzled the side of her neck as his hands moved to fumble with the corset fastenings. His teeth nipped at her earlobe. “So glad you dressed up for us.”

  “True,” Hunter agreed as he kissed the base of her neck. “It’s like Christmas. Especially unwrapping the gifts.”

  His kisses headed south, following Jake’s fingers, his hands still firmly on her ass.

  Angela gasped, dangerously close to losing her balance.

  “Don’t worry,” Jake said in her ear. “We’ll catch you. Let yourself go.”

  A wet kiss on her thigh told her where Hunter was.

  Kneeling in front of her.

  A blazing surge of heat spiraled out from her core as she imagined how she must look. Caught between two men, half-undressed with one propping her up from behind and the other literally at her feet.

  She wasn’t sure how it was going to get better.

  Hunter hummed a jaunty tune as he tugged at the black thong with his teeth. His fingers curled up against her skin as he drew it down from behind.

  Better.

  “Lean back against me,” Jake whispered. “We’re going to sit.” His bare legs pressed against hers as he lowered her into his lap, his erection pulsing against the small of her back, hard and demanding. “Give my man here easier access.” His feet curled around hers and tugged her legs apart, spreading her wide.

  “How considerate of you,” Hunter murmured into her thigh a
s he stripped the flimsy piece of fabric away.

  She kept her eyes closed, dizzy with anticipation and desire.

  The corset popped open with a burst of cool air rushing in over her heated skin. Jake pulled it apart before placing his hands on her exposed breasts.

  “Much better. Don’t get me wrong, I love lace. But I love these better.” His thumb and forefinger latched on to one nipple, giving it a sharp pinch.

  Angela jerked back with a yelp.

  “So perfect. So delicate.” Now he held both nipples between his fingers, rolling the delicate skin slowly. “So easy to make you come.”

  She whimpered, racing toward the peak with record speed.

  “Good thing I know you’ve got more than one in you,” Jake said. “Did you know that, Coach?”

  “Yes. Yes, I did,” Hunter growled, “because I was the first one to find out.”

  Angela opened her mouth to say something but was silenced by Hunter’s hot wet tongue sliding up her inner folds.

  Oh. God.

  She thrashed back against Jake, digging her nails into his bare legs in an effort to keep some semblance of balance. He let out a hiss but didn’t buck her off.

  “Ah.” Hunter’s muffled words reached her ears. “I’ve missed this.” Another long heated swipe of his tongue, and she was shifting uncontrollably against Jake, lifting and lowering her hips as Hunter continued his “worship.”

  “Let’s see if we can take the edge off,” Jake whispered. “We’ve got all night, and I don’t plan to get a lot of sleep.” He increased the pressure on her nipples. “I’ve almost got her here, Hunter. Can you catch up?”

  She wanted to say something, anything, but Hunter’s tongue flicked over her tiny bud, once—twice—

  Jake pinched both her nipples as Hunter sucked hard, drawing her into his mouth one last time.

  Game over.

  Angela let out a series of loud, long screams, jerking uncontrollably. Her eyes shot open, but she couldn’t see anything, her pleasure overriding all other senses.

  Soft hands stroked her, caressed her sensitive skin, held her tight, and soothed her shattered senses with gentle kisses.

  She came back to find herself sprawled on the bed, stripped of the lingerie and between the two men.