Page 33 of His Last Will

With his voice rough with desire, I can almost imagine I’m with Brodie. Embracing that image, Brodie standing in front of me, holding the stick, I ride with even more determination. The stick continuously bumps and digs into my clit.

“That’s it. Let yourself feel.”

Brodie. I can almost feel the rough pads of his fingers against my skin. Reaching past the stick and caressing my slit. So close. My orgasm building to its peak.

“Come for me, Arianna. Come.”

With one final grind, I scream his name: Brodie. And when I open my eyes, all I see is gray reflecting back at me. A gray so silver and piercing… and angry.

Shit.

“Aiden, I didn⁠—”

But Aiden cuts me off, “You can think about Brodie all you want, venom. Because we both know that I am the one who’s really getting you off.”

Aiden finally relents and releases me from his hold. Bringing the butt of the stick to his mouth, he licks up the side of it.

“Delicious. We might have to do this before every game in case I need a little taste on the ice.”

Resting the stick back in his locker, he grabs his clothes and puts them on. My body doesn’t seem to want to move, the lingering orgasm making my legs feel weak. Placing Bosco on his shoulder—I cannot believe he watched that—Aiden turns to leave. “Oh, and, Ari? The next time you decide to test me, my cock will be buried so deep inside of you that you’ll be screaming for mercy. And I don’t believe in mercy.”

I bang my head against the lockers before I ask him again, “The ring…can you tell me now?”

I can hear his laughter as he exits the locker room. “Shut the lights off when you leave.”

Sliding down the locker, I land on the floor, and my head falls back.

What have I done?

AIDEN

Leaning down, I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and pull her closer as I take her mouth in mine. Her soft tongue delicately caresses mine, but I want more. I crave more. So I massage her tongue with mine and suck it with a little more force. Ari lets out the tiniest whimper, and it turns me feral. Stroking my hands down her back, I palm the bottom of the indecently short white dress she is wearing. The fabric is soft, almost translucent, making my mouth water the second she stepped into the bedroom. Material so delicate that it would rip with minimal effort, leaving her naked in front of me.

Before I have a chance to tear it off, a strong hand grasps my throat, forcing me to release Ari’s mouth. I growl until I hear a deep voice in my ear. “You have to share, Aiden.”

My cock fills impossibly fast at his words, leaving me almost lightheaded. His hand squeezes my throat, adding pressure and enhancing the feeling. Brodie’s free hand grips my waist—hard. Ari’s delicate hand reaches out to touch Brodie behind me. To connect all three of us.

Brodie leans over me and whispers to Ari, loudly enough that I can hear, “Baby, I am going to pound Aiden’s hole while he fucks you. Are you ready for both of us?”

Her eyes flutter as she looks away; a smile graces her face like she has a secret she’s not willing to share yet. “I’ve been ready for years.”

Brodie turns his head and licks the pulse point in my neck, and I shudder when he says, “You hear that? She’s been waiting for years for the two of us. Let’s not keep our girl waiting.”

He murmurs commands, his tone low and sultry. I follow them without thought, letting him lead. Submitting to him in this moment.

Slip off her dress.

Unbutton your belt and remove your pants.

Cup her breasts.

Palm his cock.

Finger her clit.

Until Ari and I are naked and panting and drowning in need for each other.

Ari scratches her nails down my chest, leaving light red marks in their wake while Brodie traces my hole and teases me, “Spread his ass cheeks so I can see his hole, Ari.” A soft gasp leaves her lips at the order. Cupping each ass cheek, she pulls them apart, and I can feel the cool air on my entrance. The feeling makes me tremble with anticipation. A need to have something filling me, splitting me in half. No, not something.