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I moaned as he began fingering my ass while fucking me doggy style. Soon he added a third finger to the mix. I gasped with surprise, then pleasure. Three fingers definitely meant he was warming me up…
Christian watched with obvious hunger. “How’s her ass feel?”
“It’s fuckingtight,” Braden replied. “Like it always is.”
“Too tight for a cock?”
Braden rumbled with laughter. “Let’s find out.”
Without hesitation, he removed his fingers, then pulled out of my pussy. Instantly I felt his crown press against my ass, then slide inside with ease, my tight ring gripping it where it met his shaft. The bottle of lube clicked open again and he drizzled more onto his cock. Once properly lubricated, he pushed forward with his weight, burying more of it deeper into my waiting ass. One inch, two, then three…
“God, you’re good at this.” His fingers dug into my waist as he plunged his cock deeper into my ass.
I moaned loudly—but nottooloudly—as he filled me completely. All the way into my rear until I was stretched as wide as I could go. That was something we had worked up to; the first few times, I could only handle an inch or two, but now I was well-practiced at this. My pussy was on fire with pleasure, so I reached between my legs and rubbed it frantically. More moans surged out of my throat as I watched Christian watch me, still stroking himself with hungry eyes.
“I think she needs some help,” Braden said as he began fucking me slowly.
“I think you’re right.” Christian finally rose from the chair and approached. His cock slid into my mouth, but that wasn’t his primary intent—he reached underneath me and moved my hand aside so he could rub my clit himself.
Between Braden fucking my ass, Christian’s cock in my mouth, and his fingers rubbing my pussy and clit, I was in absolute heaven. The two teammates pistoned into me from both ends, ravaging me as they pleased, working together with as much skill as they showed on the football field. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the threesome and the intense ecstasy we were all in.
I never even heard the car pull up to the house, nor did I hear the door open.
47
Logan
Since getting Beth’s text, I had spent the rest of the afternoon panicking.
When I found out that I was getting custody of Claire, a daughter I didn’t even know existed, I was terrified. I wasn’t scared of anything or anyone, butthatsituation freaked me out. I didn’t know how to be a father. I didn’t evenwantto be one.
But when I heard that a social worker had come by to check on Claire, and the meeting went poorly, I realized I didn’t know what scared was. Not truly.
We had a game against the Montreal Canadiens tomorrow night, but I didn’t give a single solitary fuck about that now. I took a cab straight to the airport and booked a flight home, texting my coach right as the plane took off and I put my phone on airplane mode. When I landed in St. Louis, I had fourteen angry texts from him, and three frantic voicemails.
I still didn’t give a fuck. There were some things more important than a fucking hockey game.
Deep down, I knew there wasn’t anything I could immediately do. The social worker had already visited, and we wouldn’t get the results of Claire’s ridiculous pop-quiz for a few days. Yet I couldn’t sit in a different city, in a differentcountry, knowing that I might lose my daughter.
Beth had given me a key to her house, which made sense considering how much time Claire was spending here. She hadn’t given keys to the other two, a fact which gave me no small amount of satisfaction. I hadn’t taken advantage of my key yet, but this was the perfect time. It was late, and knocking might wake Claire. Not to mention the dogs.
I slipped inside and closed the door behind me silently. Pickles was the first to notice me, although Hank and Heidi quickly trotted into the kitchen to greet me. My four dogs must have been out in the kennel; I didn’t mind, since they were such a handful. I noticed two bottles of wine and three empty glasses on the coffee table in the living room, but nobody was around.
The sound of lovemaking drifted down the hall, almost too soft to recognize. Heavy breathing, grunts, and a very low moan. Hearing it made me instantly hard.I guess they’re finding their own ways to deal with the stress of the situation.That sounded pretty fucking good to me. I removed my shoes and tip-toed down the hall. The bedroom door was closed, and I quietly turned the knob to open the door.
The sight before me was hotter than any porno. Braden was fucking Beth doggy style on the bed while Christian stood in front of her. His cock was in her mouth and he was reaching underneath to rub her clit while she bounced back and forth between them, jerking with every one of Braden’s thrusts. I felt myself grin.
Braden saw me first, his lidded gaze rising from Beth’s ass to the door. “Logan?”
Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at me. Beth’s eyes widened with surprise. For a moment I wondered if it was a mistake coming home early and disturbing them.
Then Christian grinned widely. “You’re just in time. We’ve barely gotten started.”
“What are you doing here?” Beth asked. She bit her lip, trying to focus long enough to hold a conversation. “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but…”
“I came back early.”
“Don’t the Blues play the Canadiens tomorrow?” Braden asked.
