33. Tyler

CHAPTER 33

TYLER

Tonight, I'm supposed to be at a team-wide dinner with our owners, a celebration of the start of our playoffs run. Compulsory fun that will be fun for no one. But before I can even start getting ready for it, there's a knock on my apartment door.

Huh, I'm not expecting anyone .

I open the door, only to discover Sydney and DJ standing on the other side, both wearing playful grins and outfits that are absolutely too casual for dinner with our billionaire overlords.

"We have something for you," Sydney says coyly, brushing past me and into the apartment.

DJ holds up an envelope between two fingers and saunters past me as well. I grab it from him and rip it open, intrigued.

Holy shit.

I stare at the glossy Bulls/Lakers tickets in my hands, blinking back surprise and sudden emotion as a lump forms in my throat. Sydney and DJ watch me with eager smiles, her eyes sparkling and his lips curving up in that signature cocky grin.

"Happy playoffs, baby," DJ drawls, giving my ass a quick squeeze. "We know you've been dying to see the Lakers."

"And now you finally can, with us," Sydney adds warmly, her delicate hand resting on my arm. "A night away from hockey to just enjoy ourselves."

I swallow hard, overwhelmed by their thoughtfulness. They know how much this means to me. With the demands of my own career, I've never managed to catch the Lakers when they're in town, despite being a diehard fan for years. But it's more than just the tickets.

It's Syd and DJ showing up for me, supporting me, during the nerve-wracking emotional rollercoaster of playoffs. Despite my self-doubts and the team's toxic crap, these two amazing people have my back.

"But the team dinner?" I ask, looking between them.

Sydney shrugs. "I told Coach Daniels you needed a night off of team obligations to de-stress. He took my counsel seriously."

"I—this is incredible. Thank you both so much," I stammer, my tongue tripping over the words. "Really, I'm so grateful?—"

"Then show us your gratitude, stud," DJ interrupts with a wicked smirk. He nods toward my bedroom. "Go get that sexy ass changed so we can grab drinks and dinner before tip-off."

Sydney laughs and gives me a gentle shove. "You heard the man. Hurry up, hot stuff!"

As I head to my room to change, tickets clutched to my chest, a huge grin spreads across my face. Damn, how did I get so lucky?

I find myself sandwiched between Sydney and DJ in a dimly lit cocktail lounge, their warm thighs pressed snugly against mine. Syd's hand wanders teasingly up my leg, her fingertips grazing over the growing bulge in my pants before disappearing just as quickly. DJ's fingers trail along my other thigh, tracing circles that inch higher and higher.

They're making it hard to focus on the light, flirty conversation bouncing between us.

"So, Tyler, how's it feel juggling a polyamorous relationship?" Sydney asks, her voice a seductive purr in my ear. "Must be a lot of...pressure."

"Oh, he can handle the pressure," DJ chimes in with a smirk. "Our boy's got talented hands. Among other things."

I nearly choke on my whiskey. "You guys are relentless."

"Aw, like you don't love every minute of it." Sydney winks, her hand finding its way back to my crotch.

"Yeah, Ty, we know you're enjoying this," DJ whispers, his warm breath tickling my neck. "No need to play coy."

"Who's playing?" I grin, feeling bold. "Maybe I'm just getting started."

"Oh really?" Syd arches an eyebrow, her expression a challenge. "Wanna show us what you got?"

DJ flags down the waiter for the check. "I think that's our cue to take this party somewhere more...private."

"Lead the way." I down the rest of my drink, pulse already racing in anticipation.

The moment the bill is settled, we're stumbling towards the bathroom, giddy, barely able to keep our hands off each other.

As soon as the door locks behind us, DJ pushes me up against the wall, his mouth hot and urgent on mine. I lose myself in the taste of him, in the feel of his hard body pressed against mine. Sydney works at my belt, her nimble fingers making quick work of it.

When she takes me into her warm, soft hand, I groan into DJ's mouth.

I catch sight of us in the mirrors lining the walls - a tangle of groping hands and writhing bodies. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen. DJ notices me looking and flashes a wolfish grin.

"Like what you see, Ty?" He nips at my throat. "‘Cause I sure do."

He turns his attention to Sydney, scooping her up and setting her on the black marble counter. She gasps as he tugs her panties down her long legs and pushes her skirt up around her waist. Watching him dip his head between her thighs, seeing her fingers tangle in his dark hair as he devours her—fuck, it's almost too much.

"Don't just stand there," DJ barks, coming up for air. "Get over here and fuck our girl. Now."

His tone brooks no argument. I can only obey, moving to slide my hard length into Sydney's slick heat as DJ watches intently, his own hand working at his cock.

Sydney moans, throwing her head back as I fill her. "God, Tyler, yes..."

I set a hard, fast rhythm, driven by the intensity of DJ's stare and the intoxicating sounds spilling from Syd's lips. She feels incredible, her tight walls clenching around me with each deep thrust. I grip her hips, pulling her to meet my increasingly erratic strokes.

"Fuck, you two are so hot like this," DJ growls approvingly. He steps closer, fisting a hand in Sydney's hair. "Ty, think you can hold our girl up while you fuck her? I need that mouth on me."

Sydney stands, groaning as I slip out of her, and I spin her around and hitch her hips up until I can fill her again.

DJ grins. "Good boy. Now don't let her go," he instructs, and then grabs a fistful of Syd's hair, dragging her mouth down to his straining erection until she's braced between us. "Open up, baby girl. I know how much you love choking on my cock."

She parts her lips eagerly and I watch, mesmerized, as she swallows him down. The sight sends a jolt of lust straight to my own throbbing dick. My hips stutter, my climax building embarrassingly fast.

"That's it, Ty, fuck her harder," DJ commands breathlessly. "Make our girl come all over that big cock. Fuck her into me until my cock fills her throat."

Jesus, the things he says .

I piston into Sydney, my grip tight on her hips, slamming her back into me with everything I've got. She whimpers around DJ as his cock moves deeper into her mouth, the vibrations making him curse and tighten his grip on her hair.

"Shit, just like that...I'm gonna come down your throat, Syd."

My hips snap forward, driving into Sydney's slick heat as DJ's words push me over the edge. "Fuck, Syd, I'm gonna come," I grunt, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

She cries out around DJ's cock as her own orgasm crashes through her, the sensation of her clenching around me making my eyes roll back. I empty myself inside her with a hoarse shout, pumping into her throbbing heat until I'm completely spent.

DJ throws his head back with a growl, his entire body going taut as he reaches his peak.

"Take it, baby. Swallow every drop," he growls, holding Sydney's head still as he spills himself down her eager throat.

She does as she's told, gulping and gasping as she works to accommodate his release. When he finally pulls out, Syd falls back against my chest, still trembling. I wrap my arms around her, holding her up, as DJ tucks himself back into his pants with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Damn, you two are a sight," he rumbles appreciatively, his eyes roaming over our slick, entwined bodies. "I could watch you fuck our girl all day, Ty."

"Ditto," I manage, still trying to catch my breath. "That was...intense."

"The best kind of intense," Sydney purrs, twisting in my arms to plant a messy kiss on my mouth before tugging her dress down. "But I think we have a game to get to, hey?"

The game blurs past in a rush of adrenaline and arousal, my body still buzzing from that hot-as-hell hookup in the bathroom. I can barely focus on the action on the court, my mind replaying flashes of DJ's cock in Syd's mouth, the way her tits bounced every time I thrust. Beside me, Syd and DJ are cozy, sharing nachos and nudging me with sly grins.

"Best game night ever, am I right?" DJ murmurs, his breath hot on my ear. "Beats the hell out of some boring team dinner."

I smirk back at him, enjoying his closeness. "Definitely more fun than listening to Luca drone on about defensive strategies over bland chicken."

Syd laughs, her eyes sparkling. "You guys are terrible. But I have to agree, this is way better."

She leans into me, her curves soft and tempting, and I drape an arm around her, savoring the rightness of being here with them, laughing and flirting without a care. For a blissful stretch of time, I forget about the pressure, my asshole brother, all of it.

I'm just a guy, living the dream with his two gorgeous lovers.

Then the final buzzer sounds and the crowd explodes into cheers, but Syd pays no attention, going rigid against me. I glance down to see her staring at her phone, her face ghostly pale.

"Syd? What's wrong?" Icy dread runs through me at her expression.

"It's Mikey," she says tightly. "He just showed up wasted to the team dinner with the owners. He's totally out of control. I have to go do damage control before this turns into a complete disaster."

My chest clenches as she grabs her purse and bolts up from her seat, already halfway up the aisle before DJ and I can react. We exchange a loaded, worried look.

"Shit," DJ mutters. "Poor Syd. And fucking Mikey, that idiot."

I'm already moving, pushing past the oblivious celebrating crowd. "Come on, we have to go help her salvage this. Before it ruins everything she's working for. That we've all worked for."

This is the type of thing the media would absolutely eat up. We've just finally salvaged our reputations, turned the conversation back to our skills on the ice.

Something like this could really fuck up our team's synergy and lose us the playoffs.

DJ is right on my heels as we rush after Sydney's retreating form, my buzz completely killed.