Chapter 12

CHAPTER 12

EDEN

Brock watched from the front porch as Jagger pulled his car up to a stop in front of the house. He raised his beer to toast me, then turned his face back into the late afternoon sun. The night would be cold, but the front of the house was pleasant at this time of day. And if it wasn't, he'd sit there anyway, keeping an eye on me.

Neither he nor Kage told me what they talked about while I was in the shower the other morning, but Kage looked flustered when I stepped out to grab breakfast. Not necessarily flustered in a bad way, so I let it slide, in spite of my curiosity. That didn't stop me from speculating.

If something happened between them, they knew they had my full support. As long as I wasn't left out if they coupled up. Ditto with Mitch and Jagger.

I mean, I'd be happy for them, but it would sting for a while.

"You getting in or what?" Jagger called out from inside his black Ute.

Mitch punched him on the arm before he got out of the passenger seat and slid into the back seat, leaving me to sit beside Jagger. "Have some manners."

"Fuck off," Jagger snapped. "I have manners."

"Then use them," Mitch said before shutting the door behind him.

Jagger raised his hand and flipped him off, before greeting me with a nod. "You look hot."

"Thanks." I slipped into the seat and pulled the door shut. "Mitch said to dress casually." I'd chosen a low-cut crop top, with high-rise jeans and boots with heels. Chunky, they were almost high enough to make me as tall as the guys. Casual, with a hint of sass.

"I was going to say that," Mitch complained.

"Don't let me stop you," Jagger said. He peeled the Ute away from the curb and through the streets of Opal Springs.

"Hey Eden, you look hot," Mitch said.

I turned around in my seat to smile at him. "Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself."

Both guys wore jeans and dark button-down shirts. Casual, but they looked like models. Wherever we were going, I was going to get stared at by jealous women. And men.

Let them stare. I wasn't going to let it bother me. The guys were with me, not anyone else. On an actual date. A flutter of excitement passed through me. Would this change anything between us, or make us closer than ever? I hoped for the latter. I pushed away the sliver of doubt in the back of my mind that suggested getting to know each other better might ruin things between us. I knew the guys better than that. Deep down, we all knew there was more to us than being fuck buddies. I had to hold onto that and let time prove that right.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"You'll see," Jagger said. His expression gave away nothing.

"Trust us, it'll be awesome," Mitch said. After a beat or two, and with unnecessary lightness, he added, "How was your night out with Kage?" He was clearly curious about more than our date.

"It was nice," I said. I told them about the restaurant and agreed they should go there sometime. They'd love the food as much as Kage and I had.

"Did you fuck him?" Jagger asked, apparently done with being patient. "Kage looked smug as hell the morning after."

"You didn't ask him?" I asked. I was surprised they hadn't outright confronted him. Jagger, in particular, didn't usually bother to hold back.

"We were busy with drills and he was busy with other stuff," Mitch said. "Besides, it was pretty obvious you did. Was it good?" He sounded slightly anxious. Was he worried Kage was better in bed than he and Jagger were?

"He was amazing," I said. "Just as amazing as you two."

Jagger grunted. "Doubt it. Mitch and I are next level, and we know what you like."

"Next time, you can watch and see for yourself," I said lightly, but with a hint of challenge.

Was it my imagination, or had the testosterone level in the car gotten thicker in the last minute or two? Were they actually insecure about their skills in bed? They didn't need to be. I'd lost track a long time ago exactly how many orgasms they'd given me each, much less between them.

"That sounds like a plan," Mitch said. "He's always welcome to join in with us. Right Jag?"

Jagger shrugged one shoulder. "I guess so. What about Brock? Did you sort things out with him?"

I pressed my lips together for a few moments. "Sort of. He… He definitely wants to get involved with me, but he wants to start by listening to me being fucked. He wanted me to bring Kage back home so he could hear us, and he wants to hear me with both of you as well."

"So your former stepfather listened to you fuck our head coach?" Mitch asked. He sounded awed. "That's hot.” He wiped the back of his hand over his forehead, like he was dripping in sweat. He dropped his hand to his lap and grinned. “I'm happy to put on a performance, any time. Watching, listening, whatever."

"As long as they don't film it," Jagger said. "If that shit gets out, the Ghouls' PR department will be pissed off. We're supposed to have squeaky clean images or some shit."

"Obviously they don't know Jagger very well," Mitch teased. "He's anything but squeaky clean."

I looked back at him. "What does that make you then?"

He grinned. "I'm the poster child for squeaky clean. I have the kind of face that lets me get away with pretty much everything. I always have."

With his blonde hair, blue eyes and dimples in his cheeks, I could totally see that. I bet kid-Mitch took full advantage of the fact. His parents and teachers never stood a chance.

"If they only knew what you're like behind closed doors," I teased. "Your image would go up in flames."

"Yeah, if they saw the way he sucked my cock, they wouldn't think he was so sweet and innocent," Jagger said.

My mind immediately went back to the last time I watched Jagger fuck Mitch's mouth. The memory alone was so hot I was ready to go up in flames. I loved watching them touch each other. I loved feeling them touch me. They held nothing back. Just like they did out on the ice.

"No, they'd be jealous instead," Mitch said lightly. "I have a talented mouth."

Both Jagger and I hummed our agreement. Mitch's mouth on my pussy was one of my favourite things. Along with all the other things we did.

"This is it," Jagger said finally. He turned the car off the road, and onto a field at the edge of town. In the centre of the field stood a massive screen. A few metres back from that was a post with speakers dangling from it.

He stopped the car beside the post and killed the engine.

A food truck with 'Tanya's Tacos' down the side was parked a few metres away from us.

"You made a drive-in movie theatre?" I asked in amazement.

"Complete with tacos," Mitch said cheerfully. "Just for tonight and just for us."

"You guys." I shook my head.

Jagger wound down his window and reached out for the speaker, to pull it inside. "Tanya is only sticking around for a while, so let's get food before the movie starts."

When it came to tacos, I didn't need to be told twice. I hopped out of the car and headed over to the truck, the guys on either side of me.

"What will it be?" Tanya was around the same age as me. She played for the Opal Springs women's rugby union team. She had the build for it. Her shoulders were at least twice the size of mine. On the field, she was as tough as they got, but off the field she was one of the sweetest people I knew. Plus, because playing women's rugby didn't pay very well, she sold tacos for a living.

Anyone involved with tacos was a good person in my book.

"Why don't we get a selection and share?" Mitch suggested.

"I'm good with sharing," Jagger said, sliding me a look.

"That sounds perfect," I said.

"Coming right up," Tanya said easily. She turned to grab a cardboard box, and filled it with every kind of taco and burrito she sold. She also added some nachos, along with all the toppings we might want. She handed that box over, then a large cooler.

"Tacos aren't tacos without beer," Mitch said. "We weren't sure if you liked margaritas." A frown flitted briefly over his brow.

"Beer is fine," I said.

When I looked at the guys questioningly, Tanya said, "Everything was paid for in advance. Including this." She handed over another box, this one with the lid closed.

"That's for after dinner," Mitch said. "Don't open it."

I took the box and held it carefully. "Not even a peek?"

"No fucking peeking," Jagger insisted.

We headed back to his Ute as Tanya closed the side of the truck and headed away.

Jagger lowered the front seats, to stop them from blocking our view. Mitch picked up his phone. He tapped the screen and the movie screen came to life.

"The latest superhero movie," he said with a grin.

All three of us slid into the back seat, me in the centre, between the two centres.

"Excellent," I said. I set the box aside at my feet and picked up a chicken taco before smothering it in sour cream and slices of avocado. Nobody made tacos better than Tanya.

I bit into mine and moaned at the delicious flavours that flooded through my mouth.

"If you keep making noises like that, we won't get through the movie," Mitch said.

Still chewing, I smiled at him. It wouldn't be the first time we'd missed the end of one. Sometimes, we even went back to watch what we hadn't the first time around.

"Such a brat," Jagger said, half under his breath.

I turned to look at him and snorted softly. I swallowed and said, "I learned from the best."

"Mitch," he stated.

"She meant you, dumbass," Mitch said. "Although, I've been called a brat before."

"If the helmet fits," Jagger said, "wear it with fucking pride."

"Oh, I do," Mitch said. He bit into his own taco and groaned. He said something unintelligible. Swallowed. Tried again. "This is good." He licked the side of his hand when the juices were running.

"The best," I agreed. I sat back to eat and watch the movie.

Every now and again, I snuck a glance at the gorgeous men to either side of me. Mitch looked entranced with the movie, but every so often he'd look over at Jagger and me.

Jagger was doing his best to look like he was interested in the movie, but his body language suggested he was more intent on me and Mitch. And eating as many tacos as he could fit into his stomach.

I wouldn't have thought we could get through that much food, but somehow, we managed. When the food was as delicious as this, we had to. It would have been a crime to waste it.

We washed the food down with plenty of beer, but not enough to get messy. Just enough to get a nice, happy buzz on top of the one I had from spending time with them on an actual date. One they'd clearly put a lot of thought and effort into. I never would have thought of doing this myself. Not in a million years.

"Are you having a nice time?" Mitch asked softly.

"I'm having a lovely time," I agreed. "How could I not? Amazing food, and amazing company. The movie isn't bad either."

"Do you want to see what's for dessert?" Mitch asked.

"Apart from me?" I asked with a half laugh.

"You're second dessert," Jagger said. He scooped up the box from beside my feet and held it up for me to open the lid.

My eyes widened. "Ohhh, my favourite."

I was stuffed full of tacos, but I'd make room for chocolate cupcakes. Especially ones with sprinkles of chocolate on top of the icing.

"We know," Jagger said.

"You mean I know," Mitch said. "Jagger didn't have a clue."

Jagger shrugged. "Now I do. Are you going to take one?"

I picked up a cupcake and bit into it. It was so perfectly moist and sweet, I couldn't help half closing my eyes and groaning. I was starting to feel very spoilt and I didn't mind for a moment.