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“Baby.” I grab his hips tighter. “Baby, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come so hard in your ass, Colt.”
“Do it. Do it,” he begs.
I lift my hips, pumping so hard inside him, unleashing everything I’ve held back, everything we hid, everything that hurt, and everything that’s healed. It’s here, burning through me like white fire in my veins, and I let go. I let go inside Colt. With a brutal thrust, I still, my hips lifted off the bed. I bury my cock, so deep where it belongs. It pulses, making stars fill my vision while I roar, while I release, while I come inside Colt with no shame.
“Ugh,” he grunts, releasing once more, spilling his cum over my abs. “Ugh, Beau, yes. Yes.”
He collapses over me, braced on his arms, our lungs still huffing for breath while he seeks my kiss, and I give it. I give him everything. I give her everything. All I need is them. Nothing else.
“Dayum,” he sighs over our lips. “Fuck the training camp rule, we’re doing this every night.”
It makes us laugh, which makes him wince with my dick still inside him. Then we kiss again while I cup his cheek, caressing his whiskers, before I hear her soft moan.
We turn and answer Blair’s call. We need her, too. We disconnect our bodies to seek hers, to spread her thighs wide open while we lie on our stomachs, side by side, devouring her pussy. It’s erotic. It’s intimate. It’s our bond. It’s my tongue, slowly rolling over her hard clit, before I kiss Colt, and he does it too, tonguing her clit.
We take turns. We make Blair fist our hair. We make her lift her hips. We make her pussy come on our kiss. We hold each other later while we make her agree, “Okay,” she says, “maybe a little anal training camp is okay, too.”
“Hear that, Colt?” He rests on my shoulder while Blair lies on my chest. “Coach Kink said we can play all season.”
“Just as long as you win,” she says.
When I hold my world in my arms, I believe. “Oh, we will.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“You know that saying: having skin in the game?”
COLTON
“What’s foie gras?” Ruby leans my way, side-whispering behind her menu, “Is it like fancy French grass clippings?”
I laugh. I like her. Immediately, I trust her.
“I think it’s duck liver, but I was raised on hot dogs and Cheez Whiz, so I ain’t sure.”
“Me, too!” She beams.
Actually, I know this menu. Beau and I are co-investors in this French restaurant and two others. But it’s fun joking with Ruby.
Our vibe is informal, though Beau and I are dressed in dark suits and Blair looks elegant, kicking her curves in a red flare dress, and Ruby stuns in a sapphire, backless number. We’re relaxed, Ruby and I on our side of the four-top table and Beau snuggling Blair on their side.
We’re seated in the center of the room, where everyone watches us, but Ruby doesn’t care. Neither does Blair.
They hit it off immediately, like an instant trouble-making duo, so God help us.
Blair smiles, conspiring across our table. “Let’s get the snails, the frog legs, the sea urchins, and the blood pudding. Let’s go all French tonight.”
“Let’s go all hell-no tonight.” Beau laughs. “I don’t care how much melted butter you drown it in, I won’t eat it.”
Blair challenges him, swirling her white wine. “Where’s your adventurous side?”
Beau lowers his voice. “In bed, where I’ll put anything in my mouth, but here?” He glances around the crowded room. It glows with amber light. The tables, the furniture, the walls, everything is the color of a flickering candle. “We’re here to get busted, not sick.”
“Yeah.” I set my menu down. “We’re tossing salads tonight, not cookies.”
“I knew it.” Ruby laughs. “Y’all are my people. You’re gonna fit right in.”
“Just uh… ” Beau fiddles with his bourbon tumbler. “Just when do we meet your people?”
