11. Alex

I can feelthat Emma is about to come on Lukas's fingers again, her body starting to shake with the anticipation of it. She's getting distracted, her eyes closed as she focuses on her own pleasure. I pull my cock out of her mouth.

"Lukas, don't let our girl come just yet," I tell him firmly. He immediately slows the pace of his fingers, drawing a whine of protest from Emma. "Emma, greedy girl, look at me." Her blue eyes snap back up to mine, glazed with need and desperation.

She blinks up at me, trying to focus through the haze of pleasure. I brush my thumb over her stretched lower lip. "You don't get to come until I say so, understand?"

Emma quivers at the command in my voice and nods eagerly.

I reward her by sliding my cock back into the wet heat of her mouth. She moans around my length as I thrust slowly into her mouth again. The vibrations send shockwaves of pleasure through me.

Her eyes never leave mine as she takes me deep, swallowing around my cock.

The sight of this beautiful goddess on her knees, servicing me so eagerly while Lukas continues to tease her from behind, is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

"Fuck, Emma, your mouth is magic," I groan, my fingers tightening in her silky hair. She preens at the praise, doubling her efforts. Her hand comes up to stroke what she can't fit in her mouth, twisting and squeezing in a way that has me seeing stars.

Behind her, Lukas picks up the pace of his fingers again. I can feel his eyes on us, watching Emma work me with her mouth, and the thrill of being witnessed in such an intimate act only intensifies the pleasure.

This is wrong, letting my best friend see me like this.

But the forbidden nature of it all only adds to the excitement, and I lose myself in the sensations—the slide of Emma's lips, the brush of her hair against my thighs.

"Take me deeper," I command her.

Emma moans and complies immediately, sinking down until her nose brushes my pelvis and I can feel myself hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes water but she doesn't pull off, holding me deep and working her tongue along my length. The sight of her stretched lips and teary blue eyes nearly undoes me.

"Holy fuck," I groan, my head falling back against the chair. My hips buck up involuntarily, and she gags slightly but still doesn't release me. Instead, she swallows around my cock, taking me even deeper.

"Such a good girl," I praise hoarsely, caressing her cheek. "You take my cock so well. Like you were made for it."

Emma whimpers around me and bobs her head faster, spurred on by my words. Lukas's fingers move in counterpoint, thrusting into her dripping cunt.

I'm getting close now.

"Let her come," I tell Lukas.

At my command, Lukas rubs tight circles on Emma's clit as he thrusts his fingers faster into her soaked pussy. Emma cries out around my cock, the vibrations sending bolts of electricity through my veins. Her body goes taut, thighs quivering and back arching as her orgasm crashes over her.

"That's it, baby. Come for us," Lukas encourages, working her through it. "Fuck, you're so gorgeous when you let go."

Emma moans and writhes between us, completely lost to the pleasure. The sight of her coming undone, combined with the way her throat spasms around my cock, is my undoing.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I grit out. I fist my hand in Emma's hair, holding her in place. "Swallow it all, angel."

With a growl, I let myself go, spilling down Emma's throat in hot spurts. She swallows it all eagerly, her throat working around me to milk every last drop. I shudder and groan, my release seeming to go on forever as she continues to suck me through it.

Finally, I collapse back against the chair, completely spent. Emma releases my softening cock, licking her lips. She looks thoroughly debauched, mascara smudged under her eyes, lips swollen and shiny.

And so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away.

Lukas helps her to her feet, and she leans back against his broad chest, legs still shaky. He wraps his arms around her from behind, holding her up.

"You okay, baby?" he murmurs, kissing her temple tenderly.

Emma nods as she and I start to get dressed again. "More than okay," she says. "That was exactly what I needed, it turns out."

As I watch Emma pull her panties back on, my mind is racing.

There's something familiar about Emma, a nagging sense of deja vu I can't quite place. Her smile, the way she watches me with those bright blue eyes…it's like a half-remembered dream.

And then it hits me all at once.

Emma Collins.

The daughter of the late, great Blizzards head coach. The girl who was always at our junior league games with stars in her eyes. Barely a teenager back then, now all grown up into a woman who loves hockey almost as much as I do.

I pause in the act of doing up my belt, stunned by the realization.

Emma must sense my sudden hesitation because she glances over at me with curiosity in her eyes.

"Everything okay, Alex?" she asks tentatively.

I shake myself out of my daze and nod, giving her what I hope is a reassuring smile. "Yeah, sorry. Just lost in thought for a moment there."

She studies me a beat longer before shrugging and turning back to Lukas, who is watching our exchange with a slight frown. He meets my gaze over the top of Emma's head, one eyebrow raised in silent question.

I just shake my head minutely. Now is not the time or place to get into my realization.

Besides, what difference does it really make? So Emma is Coach Collins' daughter—that doesn't change anything about the undeniable chemistry and attraction between us. If anything, it only makes her more intriguing to me.

There must be a reason why she doesn't want people to know.

Lukas clears his throat. "So, should we all, uh, talk about that?"

Emma glances between Lukas and me, her cheeks flushing an adorable pink. "Um, yeah, I guess we probably should talk, huh?" She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear nervously. "I mean, what we just did was pretty intense."

"Intense but fucking hot," Lukas says with a roguish grin. He pulls Emma closer against his chest. "Personally, I wouldn't mind a second go sometime soon."

I chuckle at his bluntness even as a flare of possessiveness rises in me at the sight of him holding her so intimately.

Seeing them together like that, I'm struck by how right they look. Emma fits perfectly in Lukas's arms, her petite frame dwarfed by his larger one. They're a matched set—both charming, vivacious, full of life and passion.

"We definitely need to discuss what just happened," I say, trying to interrupt their intimate moment. "But not now. Let's sleep on it. Right now, we should probably get out of this conference room that reeks like sex before someone from the cleaning team stumbles upon us and gets us all in trouble."

Emma nods, biting her lip. "You're right. This is hardly the place for this conversation." She extracts herself from Lukas's embrace and smooths down her skirt, taking a deep, steadying breath. "It's late, I should get home anyway."

Lukas looks like he wants to protest, but I give him a warning look.

We need to handle this carefully. The last thing any of us needs is rumors spreading around the organization about what just went down between the three of us.

Emma gathers her things and heads for the door. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to stop her, to pull her back into my arms and never let go.

But I just stand there like an idiot as she slips out into the hallway. The soft click of the door closing behind her sounds deafening.

"Well. That was a buzzkill," Lukas mutters.

The drive back to the loft with Lukas is a blur. My mind keeps replaying the events in the conference room on a torturous loop—Emma's sweet gasps as Lukas fingered her, the mind-blowing sensation of her hot little mouth wrapped around my cock…

I white-knuckle the steering wheel, trying to will away the semi pressing insistently against my zipper. When we finally pull into the underground garage, I'm wound tighter than a fucking spring.

As we step into the empty loft, I feel a rush of relief that Slade isn't home.

Lukas heads straight for the liquor cabinet, pulling out an expensive bottle of bourbon. He pours us each a generous glass before handing me one, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Well, I guess that settles it," he says, amusement lacing his voice. "Turns out, Emma wants both of us."

I take a sip, the alcohol searing a path down my throat. I let out a laugh, but it rings with an edge of unease. "Look man, I've had my fair share of kinky sex. But I've never shared a girl like that before."

Lukas raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the kitchen counter. "Wait, seriously? You've never tag-teamed someone?"

I shake my head, my fingers tightening around the glass. "No, never. Have you?"

He shrugs, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, a few times, with all sorts of partners. But never like that, ya know? Something about tonight felt…different."

Different. That's one word for it. The rational part of my brain knows fooling around with Emma is all seven kinds of stupid. She's our colleague, for fuck's sake.

But the other, significantly louder part of my brain is stuck on an endless highlight reel of her pert ass bouncing as she tried to get release, the breathy little moans spilling from her lips as I pounded into her sweet mouth…

Lukas is right—the connection we shared with Emma tonight felt electric, intense in a way I've never experienced before.

"Emma's more than just a fling to me," Lukas says, his usually playful voice taking on a serious edge. "I don't know what it is about her, but I can't get her out of my head."

Our gazes meet, and an unspoken understanding passes between us.

"I feel the same," I admit, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. "I've never wanted someone like this before."

Lukas takes a long sip of his drink, his brow furrowing as he mulls it over. "I've never been in any sort of…sharing situation with a close buddy before. I thought it would feel weird, but it didn't."

A chuckle escapes me, and I feel some of the tension ease from my shoulders. "I know what you mean. It's never been a fantasy of mine either, but the intimacy of it all…" I trail off, shaking my head. "It really heightened things."

Images of Emma flash through my mind—the erotic sight of her full lips wrapped around my shaft, the intoxicating sounds of her pleasure as Lukas's skilled fingers drove her wild, the raw lust shining in both their eyes as they obeyed my every command…

Fuck. I shift in my seat, my slacks suddenly feeling too tight.

Being with them unleashed something primal in me, a deep-seated need to dominate and possess. And the way they responded, so eager and willing…it was the headiest aphrodisiac imaginable.

I drag a hand over my face, trying to regain my bearings. This whole situation is messy as hell. Emma and I work together, and Lukas is one of my closest friends.

The potential for it all to blow up in our faces is astronomical.

But even as my rational brain screams at me to put on the brakes, I know it's futile. Because despite the risks, despite the complications…I already crave more.

More of them, more of this, more of everything.

Lukas shoots me a wicked grin. "Speaking of heightened things, I never pegged you for such a bossy one in the bedroom."

I nearly choke on my drink, a surprised laugh bubbling up in my chest. "What can I say? I like to be in control."

"Oh, I could tell," Lukas purrs, his voice dropping to a suggestive octave. He leans in closer, the heat of his body searing my side. "Did you like it, having both me and Emma at your command?"

A flush of arousal spreads through me. I swallow hard, my voice emerging as a low rasp. "I did. Did you?"

Lukas nods, and I'm reminded that my friend is bisexual. There's never been any sort of romantic or sexual intimacy between us, but tonight's situation probably wasn't as unique for him as it was for me. I've never had a man in the room with me before.

Lukas's expression turns thoughtful. "So where do we go from here? This is really, really complicated."

I sigh, running a restless hand through my hair. He's not wrong. Lukas and I have been friends for years, and Emma's our coworker. If word of this gets out, it could torpedo all our careers.

"I agree, but…" I pause, searching for the right words. "I don't want to give up on this, not if Emma's on board. We just have to be careful not to let it interfere with work."

"Fair enough." Lukas sets his glass down on the counter with a decisive clink. "So what's the plan then, coach? Because I've gotta say, I'm dying for a repeat performance."

I meet his challenging stare head-on, ideas already percolating in my brain. If we're really doing this, then we're damn well going to do it right.

"I think I know exactly what we need to do."