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“Go to sleep, Libby. I’ll show you tomorrow.”
Despite the ache in my chest, I finally did just that. Squished between two men that I’m convinced I can’t have.
Chapter 17 - Luka
I wake up before Noah and Libby and roll out of bed. It’s only eight but on a normal post-game day, Noah might sleep until noon. Big guys take the hits hard and rest is the best way to recover.
I wasn’t lying to Libby last night. When I knew we had the win in the bag, I’d sat on the bench, waiting for the offense to close the deal and fantasized about taking Libby’s tight ass in our apartment. I’d planned on having her suck my dick in the car while I teased her with my finger. I’d thought about laying back on my chest and holding her legs open for Noah to eat her out and fuck her. I adjust myself in my boxers. Not a productive line of thought right now. We’d get back on track and there would always be the next game. Or makeup sex. Anal is appropriate for makeup sex, right?
I laugh at myself and go to Libby’s bathroom. Her apartment is tiny but tidy as a fucking pin. Everything is in place and organized. After relieving myself, I scrounge through her kitchen. I’m fucking starving. I’d felt to upset last night to eat anything and now I feel beyond empty like my stomach is trying to eat itself. I’m horrified to open Libby’s fridge and find it clean and empty.
Of course, it’s empty, asshole,I think to myself. Libby’s been practically living with us. I pick up my phone and order mountains of take out, it might be a while, but I have better things to do than drag my ass to the store.
I rifle through Libby’s closets until I find some boxes and suitcases and then get to work. Time to show our girl we mean fucking business.
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I shove a huge bite of bagel in my mouth, savoring the sweet cream cheese. Is there anything better than bagels? I’m careful to wipe my hands on a napkin before transferring more folded clothes into the suitcase in front of me. It’s almost ten in the morning and if Libby and Noah don’t wake up soon, they’re going to have a lot fewer choices for breakfast. I find Libby’s swimsuit drawer and admire the cute little one-pieces she has. For someone so hot, she can be surprisingly modest.
“What are you doing?”
“Well good morning, bad girl. How did you sleep?” I reach into the drawer and pull out more bathing suits. These are two pieces. Maybe we should get a house with a pool so we can watch Libby swim in a tiny bikini. I smirk. Who am I kidding, there would be a no bathing suits rule.
“Umm, good,” she says quietly, and I glance over, seeing that Noah’s awake now. He’s propped up on his hand so he can see me, and I wink at them both.
I open the next drawer, looks like workout gear. I do my best to fold it as I pack it in the bag, but it’s getting full, so I shove the slippery fabric between the layers of jeans instead.
“Luka, what are you doing?” She asks again and I close the suitcase and zip it closed.
“What does it look like, Libby? You’re moving, so I’m helping you pack.” I push the suitcase toward the door and then drag the last small bag I found. This should be big enough to fit the last drawer. Libby must have been coming home to do laundry and bring a few changes of clothes when she came to stay with us because basically all of her shit is here. I should have paid more attention.
“What?” She squawks and tries to sit up in bed, but Noah is keeping her pinned against him as he watches us both. I bet he’s enjoying that soft ass against his dick.
“You heard me, Libby. No more fucking around. We’re packing up your shit and you’re moving in. We can look for a house together and get on with it.” I say the words stubbornly. I’m tired of this uncertainty. Not knowing where she was last night pissed me the fuck off. Libby was mine. She was Noah’s and everyone needed to get with the fucking program.
“Luka, be reasonable, this isn’t how it’s done.” I stop packing and turn to the bed, kneeling in front of it and putting my palms on the sheets.
I watch Noah’s hand creep up from her stomach to slide under her sleep shirt and cup her tit possessively.
“Honey, you’re ours. Period, get fucking used to it.” She tries to wiggle away from him, but I can tell he pinches her nipple hard enough that she stops moving.
“You guys aren’t thinking right. It’s been fun but those girls, they said –”
I watch as Noah’s hand constricts under her shirt, and he leans forward to press his lips against her ear.
“Listen to me, Libby. I don’t give a shit what anyone says or thinks. I don’t live my life for other people. I live it for me, for Luka, and for the family we’re going to build. So let me ask you. Who do you fucking belong to?” I watch as Libby shivers and squeezes her legs together. Our girl likes this side of Noah and I make a note to explore it more. His hand leaves her shirt and pushes into the waist of her shorts, exposing her soft belly before wedging between her thighs.
“Noah –” she says like she’s going to protest, and I reach forward and pinch her nipple hard over her shirt. She cries out and wiggles against Noah’s fingers.
“Who do you belong to, Libby?” He growls and my dick aches at the picture unfolding before me. She looks so fucking lush. I pinch her nipple again.
“I –”
“No,” he growls, grinding his dick into her ass. “Who do you belong to?”
Her eyes look a little hazy and I know she’s going to that sweet subspace where she turns to fucking putty in our arms.
“You, I belong to you. You and Luka,” she finally whispers. Noah smiles and kisses her neck, pulling his hand from her shorts.
