Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

S aturday morning came with a flurry of phone calls and text messages. Basically, it was a repeat from the day before. The competition was still in a holding pattern. Updates would be forthcoming. Difference was, they could at least hit the rink for practice now. The schedule was open. Three rinks. One specifically for hockey, while the figure skaters could use the other two.

Sasha picked out her warmest leggings and grabbed her oversized cable-knit sweater, then headed for a shower. She’d slept between Cam and Wyatt the night before and though she worried she wouldn’t be able to turn her brain off, she hadn’t moved an inch until her phone buzzed at her with an incoming text.

Last night was... Difficult. Too many old feelings. Too much embarrassment. The harsh reality was therapy only went so far to repair whatever was broken within her. She learned as much while crying in Cam’s arms. Given their circumstances, she couldn’t say whether she’d ever move past her fears or her heartache.

After starting the shower, she glanced out the window over the garden tub. The town disappeared in the mist and snow cascading from the low-hanging clouds. There wasn’t a car on the road. Not even the trucks used to clear the roads. It was as if Telluride had hibernated through the storm. Why did it feel as though she’d been doing the same thing for the last ten years?

The heat from the shower did nothing to break the ice surrounding her. As much as she’d made progress with her therapist, the last couple of days proved she hadn’t “gotten over,” Trent, the assault, or what came later. In a single moment, his presence transported her back in time to when she’d been a little girl, trying to make her mark in the hockey community, not stealing his chance to join a professional team.

While Sasha washed her hair, the bathroom door opened, and she called out, “Good morning,” knowing it was Wyatt or Cam.

“Morning yourself,” Archer murmured, surprising her with his appearance. “Guys let me in. Said I should talk to you.”

She’d been waiting for him or Brody.

They’d all given her space after her bath with Cam. She appreciated them. So far, nothing about their competition weekend went right. The cherry on top was Trent, walking in on her too. The memory of the smug expression on his face sent an icy chill down her spine. Or the way he bit his bottom lip while fire blazed in his eyes, twisted her insides. Everything about him made her sick. Not sick enough, however, to deny the small spark of interest still glowing within her.

Which made the whole situation worse. Because how did a person find someone who bullied them, relentlessly, attractive?

It'd only been a matter of time, she knew that. As the lone girl on their hockey team, some liked her, and others hated her. She could say the same for the other teams, too. Plus, they all lived in or around the area where they played. So it made sense they’d follow each other form elementary to high school.

That had been the reality for her and Trent.

Only difference? At school he ignored her.

“Oh?” She glanced over her shoulder at him. She could barely make out his figure through the steamed-up glass doors. “About what?”

“Whatever you want to talk about,” he said, opening the door on the shower.

Her breath hitched. Her mouth went dry. Curiosity warred within her. It would be so easy to face him. Stare at the man her best friend became. One she hadn’t so much seen without a shirt on until recently. “Why does this always happen in the bathroom?”

Archer chuckled. “The absurdity of it all.”

“Exactly.” Yet there wasn’t anywhere else they could go. Outside meant certain frostbite. All the bedrooms happened to be occupied. Seemed like if they wanted any alone time, it was there, under the spray of hot water.

The heat of his body seared her back as he closed the gap between them. His imposing presence sent her heartrate into overdrive. Archer and danger were synonymous with each other. “We don’t have to do a damn thing. You can tell me to leave you alone. Or what you have with Wyatt is the real deal. I’ll back off.” There was a desperation in Archer’s voice. Like deep down, he hoped she wouldn’t reject him.

Sasha didn’t know what she was supposed to do. It wasn’t as though her and Wyatt committed to each other. Neither of them wanted the strings from relationships while skating toward their goal of joining the Olympic team.

Nevertheless, she had fallen for him. Going behind his back, exploring the dormant feelings she had for the three best friends a girl could have, even knowing she’d walked away from them, and they should hate her, was like nirvana shrouded in guilt.

“You know I can’t,” she whispered, teeth chattering. Nervous energy along with excitement churned within her. “I could never say no to you or them.”

“We can take this slow,” he mouthed the words across her shoulder. “Ask for permission if you want.”

Well, that made Wyatt sound more like a parent than a willing participant.

“He says yes,” Wyatt said from somewhere nearby. Between the heat of the water and Archer’s body pressed to her, the fog in the bathroom had made it nearly impossible to see anything anymore. “Though I want to watch.”

Archer’s low, rich chuckle, sent a shiver of lust down her spine. “I knew it. You get off on people watching you.”

“Certain people,” Wyatt said, joining them in the shower stall.

Thank God this thing is huge. “This is the definition of insanity.” Sasha finally faced Archer, refusing to look down. She realized if she did, he’d probably dicknotize her with his cock. “You... Both of you can’t be serious right now.”

“Why not?” Wyatt sat where he’d laid Sasha out while he fucked her. Crossing his legs, he looked every bit of the prim, proper man he was on the ice. Completely in control and command of his surroundings. He also looked like one of those aristocratic snobs who lorded over people.

“Aren’t you the least bit pissed off?” Exasperation filled her even as arousal began to swim through her veins.

“Intrigued more like it,” Wyatt said with a nonchalant lift of his shoulder. “There’s a chemistry here. I saw it the first night in the hot tub. Call it experimental curiosity.”

“I shouldn’t even be contemplating this,” Sasha muttered.

“What else are we going to do? We’re snowed in,” Archer said, lifting her chin. “I doubt you want to cuddle and watch Hallmark movies all weekend until the roads are cleared.”

“She loves those damn movies,” Wyatt grumbled.

“Why do I feel like I’m being tag-teamed right now?” She sighed, pushing her wet hair from her face.

“Not yet,” Archer said. “But if you want us to, I’m sure Wyatt’s down.”

Wyatt hummed in agreement.

“I got up early for a shower and to skate,” she pouted. “Now, I have two sexy men in my shower where everything always goes wrong.”

Archer snickered. “Doesn’t have to this time, babe.” He cupped her cheek, bending his face to hers. “We could erase those memories for you.”

How easy would it be to just let go of all her issues and be free? Usually, she got her adrenaline rush from being on the ice. This, however, was different. Right now, with her heart pounding and her palms sweating, even though she stood in the warm water pounding against her back. Everything inside of her told her to do it. Give in to the temptation.

“Are you sure?” She needed Wyatt’s words. She needed consent from the one person who meant everything to her. Even if, she’d fucked Cam in the tub the day before.

Wyatt stood then, joining them. He wasn’t stout like Archer, yet he still towered over her, only a few inches shorter than Archer. “You’re worried about me.”

She nodded, afraid of the wobble working through her.

“If we do this, are you going to leave me for them?” Wyatt quirked a brow.

“Never,” she said. “Never ever. You’re my everything on the ice and my best friend off. I could never leave you.”

“Then I’m not worried. You’re including me. Not excluding me.” He shrugged.

“What about Brody and Cam?” She licked her bottom lip.

“Greedy,” Archer teased. “I like that.”

“Don’t be an asshole. I don’t want to hurt them either, is all.”

“You’d be surprised by what they want and what they can handle. Right now, I want this moment for us.” Archer brushed his lips across hers in a kiss. “Just us.”

He walked her backward to the tile wall and lifted her, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. The groan he let loose with, tugged at her gut. Archer didn’t rush anything. He took his time, exploring her. Tasting her. His tongue caressed hers, coaxing her to take from him as well. Beside her, Wyatt trailed his fingertips along her shoulder and bicep. He left open-mouth kisses across her neck and jaw.

Sasha was tumbling end over end into the pleasurable darkness floating up around her. In the space she could be herself. Let go of her preconceived notions and just be with them. She relaxed then, absorbing the sensations they plied her with while wrapping her arms around both of their necks, holding them in place.

Her pussy tingled, slick and hot waiting for Wyatt and Archer to make their move. Her nipples hardened, rubbing against Archer’s chest while Wyatt’s dick teased the cleft of her ass. They were hellbent on destroying her. Deep down, they branded her. Forced her to crave them and they’d barely done anything to affect her so much.

“Yo, you guys good? The steam was coming out of the bathroom, and I was getting concerned.” Cam’s voice cut through the haze of arousal.

“We’re fine,” Archer said, staring at Sasha. “Do you want to join us too?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Cam said, closing the bathroom door behind him. “Hey, have you seen Wyatt by chance? Julian was being shitty.”

“I’m in here.” He kissed the side of Sasha’s neck. “When is he not?”

“Good point.” Cam opened the shower door and stepped in. “Fuck... Look at you. You look good enough to eat.”

Heat spread through her while she bit the inside of her cheek. “Thanks. Same for you, too.”

He glanced at Wyatt and ran his tongue across his bottom lip. “All three of us, huh?”

“That’s up to her,” Wyatt said, before Sasha could answer. “We’ll do what she wants.”

“What about you?” Cam gave him an inquisitive once over. “What do you want?”

Sasha glanced between them. “Something you want to tell me, Cam? Wyatt?”

“Maybe it should wait until we’re finished here,” Archer muttered, palming her ass. “I had more important things I wanted to do.”

So did she.

The second Archer’s lips crushed hers, all thoughts fled her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, locking her ankles as well, so he couldn’t pull away. Beside her, Wyatt moaned. Sasha’s eyes fluttered opened and liquid arousal pool low in her belly. Cam had Wyatt pressed to the wall on their right side. He wrapped his hand around Wyatt’s throat, holding him in place while he overwhelmed her partner.

“Do you like watching, princess?” Archer nuzzled her ear. “Which part turns you on the most?”

She couldn’t speak. Everything inside of her wound tight, ready to explode the minute Archer touched her. The mewling noises Wyatt made, the way Cam cursed under his breath as he flexed his hand around Wyatt’s throat, stroking their cocks together.

“You’re dripping on me,” Archer murmured. “Naughty girl. Do you want to watch Cam fuck Wyatt?”

Ohmigod ... She was going to die before Archer got inside her. She knew it. There was no getting around the twist of pleasure or the throbbing ache building behind her clit. She clenched around nothing, intensifying the empty feeling overwhelming her. “Fuck me, please!” Desperate didn’t encapsulate the sensations pinging through her system.

“I like it when you say please,” Archer said with a groan.

The second he eased her down onto his cock, tears burned at the corners of her eyes. An orgasm she hadn’t been aware of tore through her, leaving her clinging to him, digging her nails into his shoulders for purchase. She strained, trying to catch her breath while also enjoying the yummy feeling of him stretching her to the max. Sasha whimpered his name, burying her face in his neck. She nipped and sucked on his flesh, reveling in the way he shuddered and moaned her name.

“Holy fuck,” Wyatt muttered, pulling her attention to him. He and Cam stared at them, stroking each other’s dicks. The flush on Wyatt’s chest matched Cam’s. The spark of excitement darkened Cam’s gaze as he pulled Wyatt to him for another soul shattering kiss.

“You keep clenching around me like that,” Archer groaned, “and I’m going to fill you with my cum before either of us are ready.”

Her stomach did that funny little flip-flop as bliss sang through her veins. With each shift of his hips, her nipples brushed across his skin, tightening them into hard points. The taut ache there echoed behind her clit. Her eyes rolled up and a shuddered exhale left her on a whoosh. Those boys were trying to kill her with sexual gratification. However, if she was going to die there, she’d rather it to be with all of them, surrounding her.

Sasha hissed as the first drops of cooling water hit her back. The bathroom wasn’t the place for them. Especially when she had a huge ass bed in her room. He flicked the shower off, bringing all of them out of their stupors then lifted his chin toward the bedroom. “Water’s getting cold. No need in freezing our balls off.”

Still lodged inside her, Archer inches his way toward her room. Later, they’d have to call up room service to take care of their messed-up sheets. But that was for later. Right now, all he could think about was the way her snug little pussy flexed around him with each step he too. Pleasure zinged through him. His mind raced. Everything inside of him demanded he stop walking and fuck her right there.

“Bout time you guys joined me,” Brody drawled.

Sasha gasped. “What?”

“You didn’t think you could fuck your best friends and leave me out, did you?” He quirked a brow. “We’ve always been a packaged deal. Thought you knew that?”

She snorted. “Yes, because we’ve spent so much time together over the last ten years.”

Archer groaned. He loved her sassiness. Loved the way she dug into them. “You mean all those years together, princess, and you didn’t figure it out?”

“Uh, no,” she said, bracing her hands on Archer’s shoulders. “Didn’t even know Cam was bi until he kissed Wyatt.”

“We have so much catching up to do.” Archer moaned, taking her down to the mattress. He hitched her leg over his hip, locking her good leg around his waist. Everything inside of him coiled in anticipation. Staring down into her violet eyes, he saw his life spread out before him. He’d never let her get away again.

“Look at you,” Brody murmured, stretched out naked beside them. He brushed the back of his fingers across her pinked skin and groaned. “Such a pretty color.”

Her eyes rolled up and her tight little pussy quivered around Archer. “I think she likes it when you touch her. She definitely enjoyed watching Wyatt and Cam kiss.”

“Oh yeah?” Brody bent his head, wrapping his lips around her nipple. Her cunt went supernova, coating him in a heated rush of her cum. Archer’s ass clenched. His gut twisted. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep the cry of bliss at bay.

When he lifted his head, Brody urged Sasha to look at Cam and Wyatt. Cam sat in the chair next to the bed. His legs were spread open while Wyatt knelt between them. Cam’s cock glistened with Wyatt’s saliva in the dull light of the overcast afternoon. Cam’s head pressed into the back of the chair, and his fingers curled into Wyatt’s hair, holding him in place.

Sasha whimpered, rolling her hips. “So hot...”

“Yes, you are,” Brody muttered, sucking on her neglected nipple.

He tumbled with her, pushing her headlong over the edge. The second Brody add his fingers to her clit, heaven. Liquid heat encased him as she pulsed through her release. He tried to hold back for as long as he could, drawing out each of her whimpers and cries as her blunt fingernails dug into his flesh. The tingle spread through him. A rough snarl curled his lip as he slammed into her one last time, before crushing her mouth with his.

Lightheaded and dizzy, he clung to her as they came down from their mutual pleasure. Then Brody was there. Archer eased out of her, allowing his best friends to sink into their girl. Though she might not know it yet, they’d never let her go. Not after losing her as they had ten years ago.

“Hey babe,” Brody whispered, lining his cock up to fill her. The second he pushed into her, they cried out in unison and her hand smacked Archer’s forearm.

Sasha’s eyes were screwed shut. She arched to Brody, pushing those perfect tits toward Brody’s face. To the right of them, Cam guided Wyatt over his cock, matching Brody’s slow, deliberate pace.

“Watch them,” Archer said, turning Sasha’s face in Cam’s direction. “They’re turned on because of you.”

She sobbed, grabbing onto Brody. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“You’re way fucking hotter,” Brody muttered. “No offense, guys.”

“None taken,” Cam grunted. “Fuck, Sasha. Now, I see why you like fucking his ass. It’s so good and tight.”

“Fuck!” Brody barked, grabbing Sasha’s hip. “You just had to rile her up, huh?”

Cam smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re coming already.”

Brody flipped him off. He sat back on his haunches, pounding into Sasha until they were both crying out, slick with perspiration and cum. Brody put his thumb to her clit and manipulated the bundle of nerves, while Archer teased her hard nipples. She writhed below him, twisting and pulling, trying to get away, but couldn’t. Brody pinned her in place. His pace increasing until he shouted. Below him the sound Sasha made as she climaxed was a sexy purr combined with a keen cry.

Archer watched in fascination as Brody throbbed within her. The trickle of their combined releases slipped from them as he sagged, covering her slightly so she could still watch Cam and Wyatt. Cam’s muffled grunt followed the spurt of Wyatt’s cum from his tip and the surprised yelp of his orgasm.

Brody cuddled Sasha between them while Cam held Wyatt on his lap, his gaze on Sasha. Wyatt leaned his head on Cam’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath. Not a bad way to spend the afternoon together.

In the distance, Archer’s phone buzzed, and he closed his eyes, not ready to move yet. However, he also knew Coach wanted to get on the ice at some point to practice. The games, though postponed, were supposed to be televised, like the skate competition. No way he’d allow them to sit back and not train.

With a groan, he rolled out of bed just as the others’ devices went off with incoming texts. Sasha pouted, rolling toward the table to grab her phone while Archer stepped back into the bathroom, finding his phone on the floor by his sweats.

Practice. One hour. Don’t be late.

Archer ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. “Fuck.”

Sasha grumbled. “We have to get to the ice in thirty. How about you?”

“Same,” Archer answered. “In an hour.”

“Lucky you.”

“Then I guess we’ll leave this as a to be continued,” he replied, crawling across the bed to kiss her one last time.

She hummed cupping his cheeks. “You know it.”