My breath caught. It wasn’t just them—God, it was themtogether. In my head, the steam blurred them together into one picture, and the fantasy came quick, hot and unstoppable until I was clenching my thighs imagining dirty, depraved things.
Travis stepping into Eli’s space, dominating the air like he did with me and silently sliding his hand down Eli’s stomach, going lower until he pushed Eli’s hand off, stroking his best friend himself. Eli groaning and tipping his head back before Trav wrapped a firm hand around the back of his neck, forcing him to make eye contact as he pleasured him.
For me.
I clutched the edge of the bar to steady myself, heat flooding my skin, my thighs pressing tight as if that would make it stop.
It didn’t.
“Yo, Coach,” Billy called out, making me jump, “Boss lady’s blushing!”
I startled, nearly dropping my phone into the sanitizer sink, and locked it before someone could see my private photos and then went back to work, hoping the team would drop it.
Rick watched me, leaning against the bar with a smirk, his face smug as hell.
“I am not.” I lied in a voice a little too high.
“Sure you’re not,” Rick said quietly, eyes twinkling. “It's been a long time since I’ve seen that kind of spark in your eyes, kid. Guess you finally remembered you’re still alive, huh?”
My face burned hotter.
The whole team knew I was dating Travis and Elliot, they knew we were living together too and were in a weird poly dynamic.
But they didn’t know half of it, really.
And it was going to stay that way.
“Maybe I just got warm from running around after all of you stinky fucks.”
Rick chuckled as the guys cackled and shot their insults at me through the bottom of their glasses. Some ducked out, heading home for the night, some stayed for another round, but within an hour, I was done and closing the bar.
The second I stepped out of the rink, the cold night air hit me, reminding me that I was a fucking lunatic who didn’t wear any layers because I was a cock hungry whore.
The thin, long-sleeve band tee I wore did little to ward off any of the frosty night now that I wasn’t running around the bar to stay warm, thankfully, my guys didn’t make me stand out in the cold though.
Trav’s truck rolled around the corner, idling at the curb as Eli jumped out, looking smug and hungry.
His eyes dropped to my chest as he held the door open. “Naughty little tease.” I licked my lips as I passed him, almost faltering when I saw the dominant need in Trav’s eyes, sitting behind the wheel. Eli slapped my ass, the sound sharp and the burn melting straight into my clit as I jumped up in, sliding across the bench seat to sit next to him.
Eli climbed in behind me and shut the door, turning the cab light off until we sat in the warm darkness.
My nerves were buzzing, desperate to get home and crown the winner of tonight’s bet, but Trav didn’t put the truck in gear.
“What?” I asked, looking between the two of them, confused.
The lot was mostly empty, and the lights were bright enough to see that no one else was around. But they weren’t expecting to—no, they wouldn’t want to fuck here. Would they?
“Take it off.” Trav said dominantly, his voice vibrating through my ear.
My breath caught, “What?”
“Your shirt.” He stated. “You wanted to play dangerously tonight, showing all of our friends how perfect your tits were. So, show us.”
My fingers trembled in my lap as I looked over at Eli, scanning the parking lot again.
Fuck it.
The heat in Trav’s eyes left no room for argument, so I peeled my shirt up over my head, the cool air biting my bare skin. The leather of the seat was cold against my back, and I jumped away from it.
