24. Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

" W hat are you two doing?!"

Mac cups my cheek, looking into my eyes. His almond-colored eyes stare intensely into mine as he smiles. "You can fight this all you want, but it's our turn to take care of you."

"What… what do you mean?" My voice sounds more breathless than I mean for it to be.

My eyes shift to Dean as he says, "We are going to take such good care of you, Lizzy." His face is so close that I can feel his breath through the material of my pants. My eyes widen when the heat of each breath pulses across my center.

Before I can say anything, Mac's lips are pressed to mine. I moan as his lips caress mine softly. Lifting my hands up, I thread my fingers through his thick chestnut hair. I feel Dean's fingers softly caress the edge of my waistband, then slowly tug them down. I should protest, but I'm too engulfed in the kiss.

This is… this is a bad idea. We could get caught. Any other thoughts are dismissed when I feel Dean slip my panties down my thighs and stop at my knees. His hot breath brushes over my core, and I whimper.

"She's so needy, Oli. We should take care of her," Dean says with a laugh.

Mac pulls away and looks down at me through hooded eyes. "Will you let us take care of you?"

"We shouldn't. What if we get caught?"

Dean growls from his spot below me, and I can feel the vibrations against my core. "Don't worry about getting caught. Do you want this?"

A whimper slips through my lips. "Yes."

Mac gives me a heated grin. "Good girl. So proud of you for telling us what you need."

My fingers tighten in his hair as I moan from the praise. Dean shifts forward as my back hits the wall. When did I move across the room? He spreads my legs wide and presses his face to my core. The first brush of his tongue against my slit has my legs trembling. He hums as his hands brace under my thighs, lifting me up.

I wrap my legs around Dean's shoulders as Mac presses forward, bracing his hands against the wall under my armpits. His lips capture mine, swallowing my moans as Dean devours my cunt.

Each thrust of his tongue warms my core a little more, and I can't stop my hips from writhing against his face, trying to get him deeper. My fingers are gripping Mac's hair tight while my tongue spears between his lips. He growls into my mouth as his hand briefly caresses my cheek before threading into my hair.

I whimper, needing more from Dean. I need more. I am so close. Mac pulls away panting. "Fuck his face, baby. Take what you need. Such a good girl."

Dean growls again as he slips a single finger into my needy cunt while he moves his mouth to my clit. He sucks that little bundle of nerves hard, pumping his finger slowly through my wetness.

Whining, I try to get him to move faster, but he only chuckles and continues his slow pace. "Please… please I need more," I beg. The burn in my lower abdomen is becoming too much. My eyes burn as my need grows.

Mac stares down at me with soft eyes. "So fucking beautiful. You are so fucking stunning with your eyes glazed with pleasure and need. I bet your cunt is so tight around Dean's finger. Tell him what you want."

The tears slip down my cheeks as I whimper. "More."

"Use your words. Tell us what you want more of, baby," Mac says softly.

"Him. I want more of him." I pant and point to Dean.

He hums against my clit as he inserts another finger. I moan at the feeling of fullness, but it's not enough. "More," I say needily.

Dean waits a few moments but does as I request. Now pumping three fingers into my wet cunt in slow movements. He almost hits that perfect spot before retreating. Leaving me on the edge of release but not letting me fall over.

Mac brushes his lips across mine before whispering, "Say it. I can see you want to tell him you want something. Say it."

"Faster," I whisper.

Mac snickers. "He can't hear you with your legs wrapped around his head like that. You'll need to speak louder."

I slip a hand from Mac's hair to tangle my fingers in Dean's hair. With a tug, I demand, "Faster."

A rumbling laugh vibrates against my clit as he thrusts his fingers, hitting just the right spot. He does it over and over. My fingers grip his hair tightly as my hips grind against his face.

My climax slams into me, blinding me as I scream. Mac covers my mouth with his, devouring my scream of pleasure. He pulls away, allowing me to breathe. I'm panting heavily as Dean's fingers slow, and he pulls away enough to look up at me with a grin. He slips one hand over my thigh while he puts his fingers that were inside me between his lips.

His glazed eyes close as he sucks on his fingers. A few moments later, his eyes open and look up at me. "Fucking delicious."

My head thumps against the wall as I try to catch my breath. When my eyes meet Mac's, I can't help but smile. They seem darker than his normal almond color. "Doing okay there, big boy?"

He smiles wickedly as he hums and helps me off Dean's shoulders. Dean stands, then groans. He looks down, and I follow his gaze to a very noticeable bulge in his hockey pants. He presses down on the bulge while adjusting himself. "This is going to be a fucking bitch to play with. I hate playing with a hard-on."

I arch a brow with a laugh, pulling my underwear and pants up. "Do that often?"

He hums. "Not often, but it's uncomfortable as fuck when it happens."

"Need me to help you out?" I offer.

He shakes his head. "Fuck no. Not knowing what you feel like wrapped around my cock is bad enough. If I knew what you felt like, then I'd have a hard-on all game."

I snort as I look at Mac. I can't help but look down and notice he's also sporting an impressive bulge. "How bout you big boy?"

He shakes his head moving away. "I'll have to decline, Liz. This was for your pleasure. We were taking care of you."

"I'm offering."

His smile is devilish. "I have to agree with Dean on this. Playing with a hard-on is bad, but I feel like taking you up on that offer would only make it worse."

"If you say so." I stand on my tiptoes and tug on the neck of his shirt to pull him toward me. When I press my lips to his softly, he hums in satisfaction. Pulling away, I offer them a smile. "Good luck tonight."

Mac's smile is wide as he nods, then turns to head to the locker room. My eyes meet Dean's, and he looks a bit confused and unsure what he's supposed to do. Like he wants to give me a kiss but isn't sure if he should.

Walking slowly, I make my way over to him. "I'm not really sure what this is." I gesture between the two of us before pointing at Mac's retreating back. "But it doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want it to."

His eyes jerk to mine, widening before looking away. He rubs the back of his neck. "I've—I've never done the relationship thing before."

I nod. "This doesn't have to be a relationship. It can be for fun. No strings attached. It doesn't have to mean anything."

His gaze briefly flicks to mine before a hint of pink tinges his cheeks. "What if—what if I want it to mean something? What if you mean something—to me?"

I turn to face him, so his eyes meet mine, and caress his cheek. "Then it can mean something," I reply, with a soft smile on my face. Gathering some courage, I rise to press my lips softly to his. The deep keening sound he makes breaks my heart. It's as if he's never had someone care or want anything to mean more than a fling. His fingers flutter over my cheek as he cups it in his palm. He moves his lips against mine, as if he's savoring the brush of his lips across mine.

The kiss lasts longer than I meant for it to, so I pull away, but he whines, chasing after my lips. Kissing me a bit longer before my lips tilt into a smile. "You need to get ready for the game," I mumble between his kisses.

"Just a little longer," he murmurs.

"Dean," I scold.

He eventually pulls away, looking down at me. I've never seen his chocolate eyes melt the way they are right now. "Get a win tonight, and after, you can kiss me all you want."

Fucking hell, the smile he gives me. A damn puddle is what I am. "Promise?"

I smile, giving him a nod. "Promise."

He quickly presses his lips to mine before pulling away and backing up, his eyes still locked on me. "I'll hold you to that."

Lifting my pinky in the air, I laugh. "Pinky promise."

He curls his pinky around mine. "Done." He turns and rushes to the locker room. Once the door closes behind him, I shake my head with a huff of laughter.

What have I gotten myself into? Shaking my head to clear it, I rush to grab my belt with all my medical supplies. I shove a few pairs of gloves in one of the pockets and a few hair ties on my wrist before pulling my long hair back into a ponytail. Plucking my lanyard off the hook on the wall, I head out. I look down at my employee identification card attached to the lanyard. My smiling face looks back at me along with my name and title. It still catches me off guard every time I see that I am a part of the team. It feels surreal to have made it to the NHL. With one last deep breath, I open the door and head in the direction of the rink. Tonight will be the best night of my life.