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“Hey,” Jake calls, ducking out of the changing room. “You okay? Babe, where you goin’? How ‘bout that goal, huh?” His Nike slides slap on the concrete as he jogs to catch up. “I think I make a pretty good forward. Cay—hey—”
I let him keep talking as I take a sharp left, turning down the narrow hall that leads to the Price Family Storage Closet.
“Cay—”
As soon as he clears the corner, I turn, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him up against the wall. He grunts as I pin him in place with my hips. Then I cup his stubbled cheeks with both hands and take what I need, kissing him senseless.
“Fuck—” He pants against my mouth, his confusion spiraling quickly into arousal as our cocks harden, locked together by the press of my hips.
We’re both wearing nothing but athletic gear so there’s no hiding the way we make the other feel. His hands quickly come up to grip my elbows, then he drops them down to cup my ass, cursing against my lips as he pulls me even tighter against him. We both groan, chasing each kiss with tongues and teeth.
His kisses are playful and passionate, proof that he’s here. He’s with me. His brain is always spinning a million miles a minute, but sex is one of the only things proven to focus him to a single task.Pleasure. My Jake goes all in every time. He’s present, he’s adoring. He pays attention. I fucking love that about him.
“Cay—” He breaks our kiss, his hands sliding up to brace my hips. His pretty green eyes blink at me, dark with arousal. “What—”
“I need you,” I admit, my thumb brushing down the column of his throat, over his Adam’s apple.
“What do you need?” he murmurs, his gaze locked on me. That’s another thing I love about him. Helooksat people. He sees them. He makes them feel seen. Rachel and Mars do it too. I feel inexplicably, blessedlyseenby my family.
“You.”
He nods, his hands trailing up to curl around my wrists. My hands still cup his face. He leans in, brushing his lips against mine. It’s not a kiss. We’re just connecting, getting in sync. “What do you need, baby?”
I go stiff, my breath caught in my chest. Normally it doesn’t bother me when Jake and Hurricane call me ‘baby.’ It’s just a term of endearment. We all have them for each other. And the kids each have a list of them a mile long. But in this moment, with my heart beating fast, blood pumping to my dick…yeah, I’m no one’s baby right now.
His lips part on a breath as his eyes darken. “Oh.” Then he pecks my mouth once more, running his hands down my chest. “Fucking finally. It’s been ages since you’ve come out to play.” Dropping his hand down, he gives my dick a squeeze.
I groan.
“You have lube?” he says, leaning in to kiss my neck, my ear. His scent surrounds me. “I can’t say I’ve prepped for a hard pounding. But if you’re offering, I’m saying yes. Hell yes. You have lube, Cay?”
I grip the back of his neck, pulling him back to hold his gaze. “Do I look like a fucking amateur?”
His smile widens as he strokes my dick again. “Then what are you waiting for, daddy? Tear this ass apart.”
I growl, shoving him back. “Get in the fucking closet.”
His chest heaves, eyes bright with excitement as he follows my order, slipping in his sandals as he races to pull the utility closet door open. I’m right behind him, snapping it shut and turning the lock.
It’s less a closet and more of a small warehouse-style room. With tall ceilings and shelves along two walls, it’s cluttered with everything from cleaning supplies to overflow gear piles. Our favorite feature is the old collection of goalie nets stacked in the corner.
Yeah, Mars has a major net kink, which might be a kink specific to hockey goalies. He loves fucking our girl against them. He’s usually the last to agree to public sex, which is why this closet is so much fun for all of us. If he even thinks we’ll have fun with her against a net without him, he’s the first to whip out his dick.
Jake spins around, standing in the middle of the space in his Rays t-shirt, navy blue shorts, and athletic socks. He’s my bi hockey sex dream. Fuck, I love him so goddamn much. Crossing the space between us, I grab him and shove him towards the nearest supply shelf.
“Shit,” he pants, his back rattling against the shelf. The whole unit squeaks as, behind his head, the rows of purple Shine Wow surface cleaner jiggle. He grins, hands going to my hips. “Damn, baby. You need it that rough?”
“I’m not your goddamn baby,” I say, my hand going to his throat.
He whimpers at the contact, arching his neck. He’s as bad as Rachel. They both love a good choking. “Tell me what to do,” he says, his tone breathless. “Tell me what you need.”
I sink into dom space, taking deep breaths as I let my hand constrict around his throat. I can’t offer him the praise I know he craves until I’m allowed a little degradation first. “So you were the big man tonight, huh?” I tease. “You’re out there making plays? King of the fucking ice, right? A goal and an assist. You must feel like a god right now.”
He smirks. He can’t help but brat, even if we both know he’ll fold like a house of cards in sixty seconds. Rachel is the true switch of the family. No one can dom from her knees like our queen.
“You saw me out there,” he replies, his voice hoarse from my fist squeezing him tight. “Did I look like a king to you? That’smy fucking ice.”
I lean in, my hand tightening at his throat as I use the other to jerk his shorts down around his ankles. “You can be a king out on the ice. But who are you in here?” I growl, fisting his dick.
