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Home finally greets us, and our pre-game rituals kick in. For most, it’s superstitions—lucky socks, a specific playlist. Getting our shit ready, eating like there’s no tomorrow… the works. Although Gail isn’t really a part of this, I’m disappointed when she doesn’t join us for dinner. I know she’s here, her car is in the driveway. But if she’s sleeping, I don’t want to wake her up.
I’m pacing the living room, restless energy coursing through me. My mind is a whirlwind of strategies and plays, but it’s the image of Jared Frank’s smug face that gets my blood boiling. I need something to take the edge off, to center me before tomorrow’s game.
Okay, maybe I’m not as calm as I thought.
“Hey guys.” Gail’s voice slices through my thoughts. She waltzes into the room like a vision straight out of every man’s fantasy. Her see-through outfit leaves nothing to the imagination, her skin glowing like she’s been kissed by the gods themselves. Her belly, with the smallest hint of a swell, draws my attention.
Yeah, she’s fucking popped. I’ve heard it can happen overnight, but until I saw it for myself, I didn’t believe it.
“Damn, sweetheart,” I rasp, my silver eyes drinking in every inch of her. The sight of her, so confident and sensual, strikes a chord within me, one that harmonizes perfectly with the anticipation simmering in my veins.
“Thought you could use some help with your… pre-game rituals,” she says, the corner of her mouth quirking up in a knowing smile.
“Help?” Soren echoes from the couch, his tone laced with amusement and intrigue. “How much is that going to set us back?”
Gail pouts, striding over to us with the grace of a panther on the prowl. “It’s on the house tonight. I’m here to service you both,” she declares, her blue eyes shining with a mix of mischief and desire. “And I aim to please.”
Soren’s grin spreads across his face, devilish and delighted. “Well, we can’t let such an offer go to waste, can we?”
“Fuck no,” I agree, my body reacting instinctively to the promise in her words. This is Gail—ourGail—offering herself as the key to our focus, our success on the ice.
“Good,” she purrs, reaching out to trace a fingertip along my jawline, sending sparks of heat down my spine. “Because I plan on making sure you two are more than ready for tomorrow’s game.”
Her hands travel down my chest with a promise only she can make, teasing the hem of my t-shirt before slipping underneath. The touch of her fingertips against my skin is like fire, setting every nerve ending ablaze. My heart hammers against my ribcage, and I catch Soren’s green-eyed gaze, his own arousal mirrored there.
“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” I suggest, voice rough with need.
Shaking her head, Gail does a twirl so the skirt of her dress, if you can call it that, flares up above her hips. It’s the color of the Sabertooths, and on each tit, covering the nipple, are mine and Soren’s player numbers. The dress is held together by straps that are tied in a bow around her neck, and the v-cut is so deep her tits are close to spilling out.
Fucking perfect.
As we move closer to her, both reaching out at the same time, she drops to her knees and licks her lips as she beckons us closer. When we’re within reach, she wastes no time cupping both of our erections, squeezing them through our sweats.
“Gail!” I rasp.
“Such a good whore,” Soren praises, his breath hitching as she frees his hard cock from his pants and briefs in one movement. She pumps it a few times while looking up at him from beneath her long, dark eyelashes.
Then she turns her attention to me, lifting my shirt up so she can rest her forehead against my stomach while she pushes my sweats and briefs down. “What do we have here?” she asks excitedly, kissing her way down my happy trail all the way to the base of my throbbing cock. Just as I think she’s about to lick the head, she turns her attention back on Soren, licking the length of him from head to base, where she kisses his tattoo. “Tell me what you need for your rituals.” There’s a hint of uncertainty in her voice, like she isn’t sure what we need from her.
As much as I want to spend all night fucking her, that should be reserved for after tomorrow’s game, when we’ve won. Tonight is about the release more than the pleasure. “Make us come with your mouth, sweetheart,” I rasp.
“We’ll take care of you after,” Soren groans like he’s already imagining tasting her arousal.
Wrapping her hand around both of us, she shakes her head. “Nuh-uhh. Tonight is about you two, and if you win tomorrow, you get to unwrap your present. But not before.”
Fuck me, is she perfect or what!
All thoughts dissipate as she takes me into her hot mouth, snaking her tongue around my throbbing head while she pumps Soren’s cock with fast and hard strokes. She alternates between us until my nuts tighten, and I know I’m just about to erupt.
“Gail!” I groan, tangling my fingers in her hair, forcing her to swallow my entire length.
She continues to stroke Soren while I fuck her mouth, and she lets me, not even complaining as she gags and splutters when I force my way down her throat. I come with a roar, shooting my entire load down her throat.
“Thank you for letting me service you,” she says, bashfully wiping her mouth.
Before I can answer, Soren pats her head. “Such a good whore,” he groans.
Then she turns all her attention on him, sucking him until he unloads in her hot mouth. “Thank you for using your whore,” she says, looking up at him through watery eyes.
