She lets me peek in on them, and I chuckle when I spot Alyssa passed out in her bed, still clutching the foam finger.
“She was so pumped when you scored that last goal,” Presley whispers as she closes the door to Alyssa’s bedroom. “I doubt she’ll have a voice left tomorrow.”
I grin with pride. “And Avery? Did he enjoy the game?”
She nods. “I even caught him snapping a few pictures and videos—that’s teenager for him having a good time.”
I press her up against the wall in the hallway, breathing in her sweet scent. “What about you, pretty girl? Did you have a good time tonight?”
“You know I did.” She lifts her arms around the back of my neck. “I still get turned on watching you play.”
My dick twitches. “And I still get turned on seeing you in my jersey.”
She brushes her nose against me. “Take it off me.”
I scoop her into my arms and her legs wrap around my waist. I stride the rest of the way to her room, and lock the door behind us. Chance is waiting on the bed, sitting up against the headboard—still wearing my jersey.
I toss Presley onto the bed, drinking in the sight of them with my number sprawled across their bodies.
Palming my dick over my sweatpants, I groan. “Never thought I’d see the day Chance Kellerman would wear a Goldfinches jersey.”
He arches a brow. “I only did it so it’d break your concentration on the game. Figured you’d end up losing, and give my team the upper hand when we play you next week.”
I pull my hoodie over my head, and drop it to the floor along with my T-shirt and pants. “I’ll let you lie to me if it makes you feel better. We both know the real reason you wore it.”
He lifts his chin. “And why’s that?”
I crawl onto the bed and kiss my way up Presley’s bare thighs, keeping my eyes locked on Chance. “Because you want the world to know you’re mine.”
He watches me, and says nothing to deny it.
My dick hardens at the thought of everyone in that arena seeing my name on both of their backs—knowing that they support me, that they were there for me.
I slide my hands underneath Presley’s jersey, and drag her thong down her legs. Then I nestle between her lush thighs, and skim a soft lick along her pussy.
“God damn, I’ve been thinking of this all day.” I close my eyes and breathe her in, pressing open-mouthed sloppy kisses against her most sensitive spot.
Chance leans over and captures her mouth, swallowing her moan. “You’re going to have to keep quiet, baby. Think you can do that for us?”
She shakes her head and lets out a breathy, “No.”
I smile. “That’s okay, pretty girl. Chance will help you.”
I devour her pussy, relentlessly teasing and licking and sucking, not coming up for air until I’ve had my fill. Chance lies beside her and kisses her, lazily pumping his dick in slow strokes as he watches me work her over. When her thighs start to shake, Presley reaches down and grips two handfuls of my hair. Her back arches off the mattress, and Chance kisses her hard so she can’t scream out.
Which is such a shame, because I love the sound of my name on her lips.
Chance and I kiss and caress every inch of her skin while she comes down from her high. Then she moves onto all fours, and tosses me a devious smirk over her shoulder.
I groan, and smooth my palm over her ass before giving it a firm smack. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
She arches a brow. “How areyougoing to keep quiet now, hmm?”
“I’ve been trying to figure out that mystery for years,” Chance murmurs. I flip him off and he smirks as he shifts onto his knees in front of Presley. “Let’s see who she can make come first.”
I scoff. “I’ve got stamina for days, baby.”
Presley shakes her head as she takes Chance’s cock into her hand, backing her ass up to my hips at the same time—silencing us both. “Less talking, more fucking.”
