26. Blake

CHAPTER 26

Blake

I’m massaging Elise’s feet and wondering what the hell it means that I abandoned a hockey game—even on the bench—for this incredible, sexy, talented woman when I realize something.

“Where’s your ring?” I demand.

“What?” Elise glances up at me, her head in Simon’s lap.

“Your engagement ring.” Her hands are crossed over her stomach and she’s not wearing the diamond that I definitely overpaid for given this relationship isn’t even real.

“Oh!” She lifts her hands. “It’s in my jewelry box. I’m not used to wearing it and it was throwing me off when I was working.” She studies me. “Are you mad? I didn’t lose it, I swear.”

I shake my head, throat tight. I’m feeling territorial and intense and all kinds of fucked up in the head, but I am definitely not angry with her. “I’m not mad. Even if you did lose it, I wouldn’t be mad.”

She could lose ten rings and I’d just buy her another one.

Whoa.

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

I know exactly where it came from. My stupid ass heart.

Until tonight, until I thought something terrible had happened to Elise, I had myself convinced this was all fake. Just sex.

Amazing, knock-your-fucking-socks-off sex.

But just sex.

Somewhere along the way, it became a friendship too. Not just with Elise, but with Simon and Aidan. We share a camaraderie. A team sport, so to speak.

The guys have been my defenders, deflecting any emotional pucks getting flung my way.

I don’t have to face my emotions when they’re around and we’re all laughing and talking and pleasuring Elise. Because of that, ignoring that maybe what I’m feeling for Elise isn’t just friends with benefits didn’t feel wrong.

Neither did lying our asses off to my poor, unsuspecting, incredibly manipulative, emotionally blackmailing grandmother.

Now it doesn’t feel right either.

“Because this isn’t not real,” Elise says.

It’s not a question. She poses it as fact.

I’m so turned inside out, I don’t even know what’s real anymore. Everything feels muddy and complicated. Before I can protest that isn’t really what I meant, she speaks again.

“But the ring was expensive, I’m sure. I’m taking good care of it, I promise.”

Simon is brushing Elise’s hair off of her face, but Aidan is eyeing me. I can feel the cool stare on me, even though I’m not looking at him.

“I trust you,” I say simply. I do.

But it feels like there is more to all of this than I realized and my stomach is too tight still from my earlier fear to be willing to address it right now.

Or maybe I just don’t want to face it.

Whatever the excuse is I’m telling myself, I know one surefire way to avoid any uncomfortable feelings.

Sex.

“Are you relaxed now?” I ask her, my voice casual, but low. “We can get you even more relaxed.”

“How so?” she asks flirtatiously, her eyebrows lifting, the corner of her mouth turning up in a smile.

“What do you say, boys, should we give Miss Sugar some sugar?”

“Count me in.” Simon nods enthusiastically.

“Anything to help our girl relax,” Aidan adds.

Elise turns her hand and finds Aidan’s dick with unerring accuracy. “I’d much prefer cock.”

Aidan sucks in his breath as she strokes him.

“I think that can be arranged.” Running my fingers over the bottom of her foot, I’m amused when she suddenly recoils and almost kicks the shit out of me.

“Stop! I’m ticklish.”

I hold her firmly so she doesn’t nail me in the chin. “Whoa, slugger, you’re going to take out my teeth, and I’m already missing two.”

She goes still and squints up at me. “You’re missing two teeth? Where?”

“Well, they’ve been replaced with implants. But I’d like to keep the rest.” Even as I say it, I tickle her foot again, relieved to be back in familiar territory.

Teasing, flirting, fucking.

I need to stick to the script we’ve all established together.

Elise starts to buck, trying to escape my touch. Aidan gives a groan.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” Elise says as she yanks her foot away from me and stops thrashing. “Did I hurt you, Aidan?”

He shakes his head. “No. But all that wiggling, El, you’re killing me.”

His hand slips under her sweatshirt, and he palms her breast.

Elise stops moving and gives a breathy sigh that has me instantly hard. Her head arches back and her lips part.

“You should not have admitted you’re ticklish,” Simon says. “Because now I need to test everywhere.”

But he doesn’t tickle her. Instead, while Aidan is under her sweatshirt, clearly massaging her breasts and nipples, Simon glides his fingers through her hair and down over her temples, digging the pads of his thumbs into her pressure points. He traces her eyebrows, her nose, her cheekbones, all while watching her with affection and rapt interest.

“Does this tickle?” he murmurs.

“No,” she whispers. “That feels amazing.”

Aidan brushes his free hand over the apex of her thighs. “How about here?”

She shakes her head. “No. That feels amazing.”

All of my crowded thoughts quiet and I just focus on Elise. On how beautiful she looks, her face pink from giggling, free of makeup, her hair a raven blanket spread out over Simon’s thighs. She’s a knockout when she’s dressed to go out, but I like this look on her too. She’s relaxed, fully trusting the three of us with her vulnerabilities, with the real her.

Even if the relationship is fake, she’s showing me the real Elise, and damn it, I have some very strong feelings for the real Elise.

I may not know what to do with them, but I do know what to do with her right now.

This couch is really fucking small for three grown men and all I have access to is her feet, so I lift one foot and gently kiss her arch, before sliding out from under her and standing up. With one hand, I rip my sweatshirt off over my head from the neck.

Then I perch my large body on the coffee table so I can watch as Simon slips his finger into Elise’s mouth, encouraging her to suck on it, as Aidan slides a hand into her leggings and starts to work her clit. Her thighs relax and she opens for him with a pretty little moan, before sinking her teeth into Simon’s finger.

“Let me see that eager little pussy.” I lean over and yank her leggings down to her ankles.

Elise has on red lace panties that pop against her fair skin and Aidan’s big hand has them pulled out taut as his finger saws in and out of her. I can’t see her cunt, but it’s enough to have me squeezing my dick and adjusting it in my sweatpants.

“You like this so much, don’t you?” Aidan asks, his voice thick. “Having three men worship you.”

With Simon’s finger in her mouth, she can only nod. But she rolls her hips, then pulls back to beg, “More, Aidan.”

“Of course, baby, whatever you need.” He adds another finger.

Simon removes his finger from her mouth at the same time and Elise gasps, arching up to pump into Aidan’s touch. Simon shifts her head, turning her toward him. He undoes his pants, and she eagerly opens her mouth so he can ease his cock between her lips.

My body is tense and I realize I’m tapping my foot up and down, impatiently waiting to enter the game.

But I don’t, because there is something so damn sexy about watching her open herself to these two men. Plus, I kind of enjoy torturing myself. I am a goaltender, after all. A born masochist.

I do reach out again though and ease her panties down for a better view. Aidan gets the message and raises her knee up by hooking his free hand under it so that her legs spread. I can see the moisture his touch is creating, see her pretty little plump pussy lips open wide, his fingers buried deep inside her. When he pulls back entirely to swirl over her swollen clit, she’s glistening with dewy arousal.

Elise gives a cry of disappointment at the loss, her mouth slipping off of Simon’s cock.

He grips her hair. “Don’t stop, love.”

Elise obeys, turning her head again so he can guide her to move over him, his dick disappearing between her lips over and over.

I swallow hard and resist the urge to fill her pussy with my own finger. Instead, I just reach out and swipe through her heat and soak my finger. Then I put it in my mouth, sucking off her taste and essence.

“You taste so fucking good.”

Elise drops her head back, and Simon gives his erection a couple of pumps with his hand.

“Can you…”

She gives a shuddering sigh when Aidan eases a finger back inside her slit.

“What do you need, Sugar?” I ask her gruffly. “And from who?”

“Can you…” She closes her eyes briefly and then looks at me directly. “Can you finger my ass while Aidan fingers my pussy?”

I don’t hesitate. “Whatever you need, you get. It’s going to get a little crowded but you like that, don’t you, you dirty girl?”

She nods, biting her bottom lip as Aidan continues to work her.

“Don’t come,” he commands her. “If you come, you will be punished.”

“I won’t come. I promise,” she says, even as she sounds like she’s going to. Her voice has lifted, her hips rolling frantically.

Aidan immediately removes his fingers. “Get in there, Wilder. Slick your fingers up.”

Elise’s shoulders slump. “God, I was so close.”

Simon runs his thumb over her bottom lip. “That’s why he stopped, love. We’re just getting started.”

“You don’t want to come before you’re getting double fucked, do you?” I demand. “Because we’re going to start with fingers first but then you’re getting two cocks tonight. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Her eyes are already glassy but the lust that darkens them at my words nearly undoes me. She nods eagerly.

I go down on my knees so I can be closer to her.

But of course, right then, my hip chooses to be a bitch and a sharp pain rocks through my leg. I mask the wince, but I make the mistake of looking at Elise to see if she’s noticed. She hasn’t. But right behind her, Simon meets my gaze.

He’s definitely noticed. He tilts his head in question. I give a small shake of my head.

As if I’d let a little fucking twinge ruin the fun.

At this point, I don’t even know what it feels like to be pain free.

Before Simon can say anything, I bury two fingers in Elise’s cunt and soak them before easing down and massaging the tight little entrance she wants filled. Once I’m teasing inside with first one finger, then a second, Elise is panting in pleasure.

“Get in there, Aidan. Give this dirty girl what she needs.”

“Simon, you have a better angle,” Aidan says. “I’ll just enjoy the view.”

He makes a good point. Simon can slide a hand down over her breasts and her belly and work her more easily. He is pressing in and out immediately, taking the time to also tease at her clit.

I stretch her even more, getting her ready. She’s falling into the zone, eyes drifting closed, giving over to the sensations of having both her ass and her pussy finger fucked.

Aidan is watching her closely, and he taps my shoulder after just a minute or two. “Stop, Wilder. She’s too close.”

I instantly obey and Elise protests by lightly kicking my arm. “Keep going,” she demands.

She’s flushed and irritated with us, especially when Simon removes his own touch.

I chuckle lightly. “You’re a brat. Did you know that?”

She’s actually pouting as she gives a heated, “I am not!”

Yet even as she says that, she’s trying to force Simon’s fingers back inside her.

Aidan takes her wrist. “No, El. Be a good girl.”

“I suck at being a good girl.”

That makes me grin. “We’ve noticed.”

“Wilder, take this woman to the bedroom,” Aidan tells me.

But Simon shakes his head. “No, Aidan, carry her fireman style. I think Elise needs to be flung over your shoulder right now, so I can smack her hot little ass on the way down the hallway.”

I glance over at him. I know what he’s doing. Sparing me the task of carrying her. It’s not necessary. I could carry Elise through ten feet of snow with one hand behind my back if it means I get to fuck her at the end, but I appreciate his concern.

I’m not going to be a dick and reject his gesture.

“How does that sound?” I ask her.

She moistens her lips. “Great idea.”

“You want that little ass spanked, don’t you?” I give her a little pat.

Her response is to moan in approval.

I stand up and shed my pants, shifting the coffee table out of the way. I take Elise’s hands and pull her to an upright position. It puts her face right in my junk.

“Well, hello,” she says.

Then she flicks her tongue over my head.

I hiss.

“Not so tough now, are you?” she asks, sounding smug as she cups my balls.

Then she takes me deep.

This definitely wasn’t the plan, but I indulge in the sensation of her hot little mouth clasping around my dick three or four times before I step back. Taking her hands, I spin her forward and pull her to her feet.

Covering her lips with mine, I give her a deep, passionate kiss.

Then I crack her on the ass. Hard.

She jumps and gasps.

Aidan groans. “You have no idea what a fantastic view Simon and I have right now.”

I do. Elise has a perfect ass. It’s full, bouncy, and super soft when you grip it.

It’s one of the many reasons I love fucking her from behind.

I have a feeling Aidan and I are going to be arm wrestling over who gets to be the one to take her ass. Simon is more into her breasts, which works well. He can spend an hour sucking her nipples, which are highly sensitive. But both Aidan and I have an ass addiction.

I tug her hand and pull her away from the couch so they can stand up.

Aidan bends down and lifts Elise up with one arm under her ass. She shrieks, but she loves it. She’s smiling and laughing.

“That’s high enough,” she warns him.

“Nope. You’re getting the full treatment.” He uses his hips and knees to bounce her up and over his shoulder.

Her hair is dangling forward, her sweatshirt bunched up around her waist. “This is ridiculous,” she says, but her voice is filled with pure delight.

As Aidan starts down the hallway, Simon reaches out and gives her backside a soft little smack. It’s gentler than what I gave her, but she responds to it by wiggling her ass in open invitation for more.

She loves what we all have to give her in equal parts and damn, if that isn’t fucking hot.

Simon glances back at me. “You get her pussy, Wilder.”

“I know what you’re doing,” I murmur so Elise and Aidan can’t hear. “I appreciate it, but it’s not necessary.”

“Don’t be a twat,” he tells me. “This way I can see Aidan’s ass, which I much prefer to seeing yours. I’m a selfish son of a bitch.”

Then he gives me a wink and turns back, kneading Elise’s ass with his hand.

I shake my head. He’s letting me off the hook.

I’ve also never been called a twat in my entire life.

I’m actually going to miss the wise-cracking and thoughtful Brit when he goes home and I’m in the woods.

Who would have thought?

But that just reminds me that I’m also going to miss Elise.

I immediately tamp that thought down and enter her bedroom.