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Automatically I gasp, moving to cover myself. But Lucas is faster, slapping my hip with the stick, just enough to sting.

“Stay put, Stevie.” His voice is stern.

My eyes meet his, my gaze questioning. The idea that the person outside could walk in and catch me in this position sends a fresh wave of arousal through me, enough to make my thighs sticky, my nipples feel impossibly tight, and my breasts heavy. But there’s also fear in the pit of my stomach. Fear that it could be one of the coaches or someone who could get us both fired—or at least put us in the press. Which would suck, considering they’ve just let up from Leo, Jace, and Riley coming out to the public.

He holds my chin with the stick. “That’s Johnny outside.” He smirks. “If you want me to tell him to fuck off, I will. Or…”

My breath catches, and my lips part. “Or?”

His eyes bore into mine, mischief in them. “Or he comes in here to witness your punishment. Maybe I’ll even let him touch.”

I search for a lie in his gaze, but I can’t find one. My heart is pounding in my chest as another knock on the door makes the situation even more real. I’ll admit, this is another surprise.

“Does he know?”

Lucas chuckles. “Know what, baby?”

The hairs on the backs of my arms rise at the way he says “baby.” So sweet, so caring…like we’ve been together for years.

“What he’s walking into,” I say.

Lucas glides the stick back down between my breasts, leaving a trail of fire as it goes. “He knows enough.”

Anticipation builds in my stomach as I think of Johnny in the room with us. I’m curious what Lucas has cooked up in his head. Me wearing the rookie’s jersey really has him worked up.

I have no doubt that if Johnny comes into this room, I’m in for it. But I want it. Fuck, do I want it. And it’s not like Johnny hasn’t seen my body before. I know he watched Lucas fuck me on Valentine’s Day.

“Okay.” I exhale. “Let him in.”

Lucas removes the stick and smiles like the devil. Then he takes a sturdy-looking wooden chair with a ladder back that’s near us and sets it in front of me. “Straddle the chair, and push your ass out as far as you can.”

The hard tone of his voice has me obeying. I straddle the chair, the cool wood sliding against my heated pussy as I put my ass out so it’s hanging over the end. My breasts press into the wooden back at just the right height so part of them push through one of the open slats. He mumbles his approval, tweaking one of my nipples as he watches me adjust.

I cry out as I hear Johnny call from the other side, “Should I come in?”

Lucas looks down at me. “Last chance to tell him to fuck off, Cherry.”

I shake my head and smile. “Let him in.”

Chapter eighteen

Lucas

I open the door wide enough to let my defenseman come in but not enough that if a person walked by, they could see Stevie’s naked body.

After I click the door closed, I grab a chair to put it under the door handle. I made sure nobody would come this way except for Johnny, but the tiny bit of extra security for what I have planned isn’t a bad thing.

When I turn, Johnny has stopped in his tracks. He’s staring at Stevie, at her perfect body on display. I love the way we can see every line and curve of her in the harsh light of the room. So far, we’ve only had sex in dim light. Now, I get to see and appreciate all of her in fine detail. And Johnny gets to watch me do it.

“You both really want me here?” Johnny asks, nervously flicking his blond hair off his forehead. I nod, motioning to him to walk with me.

After the game, I was in a rage. But once I had a moment to cool off, a plan formed in my mind. When I first approached Johnny in the locker room, he held up his hands, ready to take a blow to the face. But I have a different kind of punishment in mind. One that’s far more fun and doesn’t involve blood or fucking up my hand…or Johnny’s pretty face.

Is it crazy? Yes. But I know that this is what Stevie craves, and if I’m being honest with myself, I do, too. I may not want to share her like a throuple shares with each other, but if she becomes mine—and I’m hoping this is a step in that direction—I like the idea of our sexual partners knowing they can have her when we agree to it, but I’m the one who gets to keep her.

When we get to Stevie, her hands are clutching the back of the chair, and her body is flush. The first thing I notice is a drip of her arousal on the floor. After what we experienced together on Valentine’s Day, I knew this would make her wet. I knew it would be the perfect way to teach her a lesson about wearing another man’s jersey, one that proves why we’ll work perfectly together.

“If this goes too far for anyone, say stop, and it ends. No questions asked,” I say, taking control of the situation.

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