Page 153 of Shameless Game

I need us.

When we open the door to the bedroom Ruby said was reserved for us, I’m surprised.

I expected to find bondage furniture or, hell, even ropes from the ceiling. There’s no telling with Blair. Add Ruby into their cock and cunt cahoots, and I wouldn’t be surprised to find a room full of breeding benches.

But no.

It’s just a sumptuous king-sized bed with white linens in a room decorated like a modern beach retreat. The balcony has a splash tub and loungers. Lamps glow in the room as night begins to twinkle outside.

I toss the red tie from the doorknob onto the carpeted floor, leaving the black one to swing like an invitation.

But I’m confused. “Where are our surprises from Delta’s?” I ask.

“I’m your surprise,” Blair answers so sweetly that I’m suspicious.

Beau chuffs, “Oh, hell, Colt. Get ready.”

I lick my lips, reaching over my back to tug my T-shirt off. “Oh, I’m ready.” I make quick work of dropping my shorts, then my briefs next, kicking off my flip-flops, too.

I hold my arms out, buck naked and dick hard, daring her, “Surprise me, Raven.”

She smirks, demanding, “Take the nice duvet off the bed. I want you both naked and waiting for me on the mattress. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

Beau strips his clothes off while I strip the bed, a deep moan crawling up my throat when I find a fitted, black latex sheet under the innocent, white bedding.

“Oh, hell,” I mutter, staring at it.

“Told you.” Beau chuckles.

I set the pile of linens down on a bench by a dresser before I turn back for my shorts on the floor. “I need my phone.” I pluck it out of my shorts pocket. “We’re recording this. Whatever she does to me, I never want to forget.”

“Trust me. You won’t,” Beau taunts, nude with his cock jutting hard for Blair’s next kinky surprise.

I prop the phone on the dresser across from the bed. If we angle our bodies sideways across the mattress, we can capture almost everything.

What that’ll be?

Bring it on. I’m game.

Beau strokes off by the edge of the mattress. “Lie down, baby,” he orders me, though I’m two inches taller, and I love it.

“I hear you!” Blair shouts from the adjacent bathroom. “I’m in charge. Both of you lie down.”

I smirk. I love her. I love lying down beside him. We stare at the ceiling, a wooden fan lazily whirling above.

“Did you ever think we’d be here?”

“You mean fucking?” Beau asks. “And getting fucked? And loving you and loving her? Only in my wildest dreams.”

“I mean the other thing,” I answer, my hand reaching for his. “Did you ever think we’d agree to be the first NFL players to be out as a couple when we win the Super Bowl? Because you know, we will. We’ll have to win.”

“Don’t jinx us.”

“I’m not afraid of a jinx. I’m afraid of someone hurting you or Blair. About what some will say or do. That’s all I care about.”

Beau grips my hand. “The only thing that hurts is us hiding our love. All these years? I’m so sorry we did. I wish from our first kiss we could’ve stayed together.”

I turn my head. He turns his, too. The blue storm of his eyes gets me every time.

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