I caress her healing mark with my tongue, swirling across the indentations my teeth made when I made her mine before lightly nibbling at it. Her thigh muscles clench around me as she whimpers.
Fuck, her scent sharpens, filling the entire space with her dizzying aroma. I’m sure it’d be enough to make the others come just from walking in the room.
“Ahem.”
Our heads turn at the sound of Luca clearing his throat, hovering in the doorway, holding what’s left of Faye’s avocado mask in a bowl.
“S-sorry to interrupt.” He looks at the floor. “I… uh… was wondering where you were. I can go.”
“No,” Sabs insists when he turns around. “Stay.”
“Are you…?” Luca’s gaze snaps to me, searching my face. “Sure?”
As much as I’d love to keep Sabs all to myself, I can’t do that forever. Plus, it’s not like Luca and I haven’t shared girls in the past. We’ve had our fair share of puck bunnies after winning games, though I’m ashamed to admit that I can’t remember much about the girls we shared other than the fact that it all felt like a game. I was immature, counting girls off like a fucking checklist, while Luca made sure they had everything they needed and got home safe. It’s not something I’m proud of.
With Sabs, it’s not like that. Nothing about this is a game. She’s the very reason for my existence, and if I’m going to share Sabs with someone for the first time, I’d want it to be with Luca.
I lick her bond mark one more time then reluctantly place her down, my body already screaming out for more of her soft skin. I release a rumbling growl as she moves toward Luca.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Sabs strokes my bicep, her touch causing fireworks to shimmy straight through me. “Promise.”
“You smell…” Luca’s Adam’s apple bobs.
“Pretty incredible?” Sabs supplies, oozing confidence as she slides one finger down his chest. She gently takes the bowl from his hands, shoving it carelessly between two trophies on the shelf behind him. “I know.”
Her syrupy cherry scent is addictive, and Luca looks like he wants to devour her. I know the feeling.
“I don’t want to interrupt?—”
Sabs silences his doubts with a kiss, stealing his breath in a way only she knows how. She’s like a magician with her ability to steal your oxygen while making every cell in your body buzz like it’s been set alight. The only time I’ve ever experienced a feeling that’s anything close is the euphoria of scoring the winninggoal on the ice, but Sabrina Maverick makes even that pale in comparison.
When she finally pulls away from him with a wet pop, Luca’s eyelids take a second to flutter open again. He sways as Sabs holds out her hand, inviting me to join them.
She resumes kissing Luca again, moaning against his lips as I come up behind her to slide the robe from her shoulders. She’s wearing a flimsy tank and teeny pajama shorts underneath. What a waste of fabric.
I skim my hands up her toned legs then over her round ass, groaning when I slide between her legs to find that the tops of her thighs are already wet.
“Is all this slick for us?” I murmur huskily, discovering that her shorts are also soaked through.
“Mm-hmm,” she groans into Luca’s mouth. “Yes, it’s all yours.”
I can’t resist slipping my fingers under her shorts to stroke her over her panties. Her pussy has sucked in all the fabric because of how wet she is.
“Nest.” I’m trembling with need, unable to wait any longer. “Now.”
She squeals as I rip her from Luca, her swollen lips pinching into a sassy pout before I throw her over my shoulder.
“Hey!” she yells. “Why do you always end up carrying me?”
“Because I’m quicker.”
“Do you want me to stay here…?” Luca’s arms fall limply at his sides, looking totally dumbstruck, like he can’t believe what just happened.
“Hell no!” Sabs roars, leaving no room for ambiguity. “You’re coming with us!”
TWENTY-FOUR
Sabs
