Page 80 of Pucking the Team

No masks, no pretenses.

They accept me for who I am, flaws and all. And I’m realizing that’s bringing out the best in me.

“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” Emma’s voice breaks into my reverie. She slides her arms around my waist as we wait for a rideshare.

“Just how lucky I am,” I answer honestly, pulling her close. “To have you. All of you.”

“Aw, who knew Big Thompson was such a sap?” Lukas teases, but there’s genuine affection in his eyes when they meet mine. He presses against Emma’s back, sandwiching her between us.

“Takes one to know one, Casanova,” I shoot back with a grin. Emma giggles, her body shaking delightfully against mine.

The sultry Miami air envelops us as we make our way to the car, arms around each other. I feel invigorated, alive in a way I haven’t in years. Maybe ever.

In a flash of clarity, I realize that this feeling, this bone-deep contentment, is what I’ve been searching for. I haven’t felt this way in years, probably since before my dad died. I have my little sister Rosie, of course, but there’s always a distance between us. I’m her older brother, and now the only man of the family. I have to set an example.

I’ve needed a true sense of belonging. Of family.

Looking at Emma and Lukas, I know I’ve finally found it. As unorthodox as our relationship might seem from the outside, it works for us. It’s real. They’re my home now.

My chest swells with emotion as Lukas opens the car’s door, one hand resting possessively on Emma’s thigh. She shoots me a dazzling smile over her shoulder, and something clicks into place inside me.

This is exactly where I’m meant to be.

The elevator doors slide open, revealing our sprawling penthouse hotel suite overlooking the glittering Miami skyline. It has polished marble floors, plush white leather couches, and floor-to-ceiling windows framing a breathtaking ocean view. The space is open and airy, with a massive living area, full kitchen, and wraparound balcony.

“Wow, this place is incredible,” Emma murmurs in awe beside me. Her blue eyes sparkle brighter than the city lights below.

Lukas smirks and wraps an arm around her waist. “Wait till you see the view from the bedroom, princess.” He winks at me mischievously over her head.

A thrill of anticipation rushes through me as we head down the hall. Pushing open the door reveals an expansive master suite with a California king bed, private balcony, and ensuite bathroom sporting a glass-walled shower and deep soaking tub. Our suitcases are already waiting, courtesy of the bellhops.

Emma wanders over to the windows, gazing out at the moonlit beach in the distance. “I can’t believe this is real. Did I mention how much I love road games?”

“Wait till you see the view with your panties around your ankles,” Lukas quips, pressing up behind her. She shivers and arches back against him.

My cock stirs in my jeans watching them together, remembering the way her lips felt against my neck at dinner. The way her fingertips trailed up my thigh under the table, teasing me until I was rock hard…

I shake my head to clear it. We need to take this slow, savor it. Especially with our complicated history. Emma and I haven’t tried having vaginal sex again since that night in December. To be fair, I’ve had my hands full with Lukas. But a part of me is still concerned that I’ll hurt her.

Now, watching Lukas slip his hands under her dress has me aching to touch her soft skin.

Loosening my tie, I cross the room in two long strides. Emma turns and meets my gaze, her breath quickening. I cradle her face in my palms.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I rasp before capturing her mouth with mine. She makes a soft noise and parts her lips, inviting me deeper. I lick into her sweet warmth, tasting the champagne we shared earlier.

Lukas chuckles darkly behind her. “Careful, Thompson. I might get jealous watching you devour our girl.” His voice is pure sex but edged with something else. The ghost of our old rivalry.

Emma breaks the kiss and glances back at him. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of me to go around.” She reaches for his belt buckle with a coy smile.

God, do I want these two. I’ve never wanted anyone this badly. Never felt so desperate to touch and taste every inch of silky skin. To claim Emma, even as I share her…

My hands skim down her sides, bunching the floral print fabric of her dress. She raises her arms as I wrench it over her head and let it flutter to the floor. The revelation of red lace lingerie has my throat going dry.

“Keeping unwrapping her,” Lukas demands roughly, eyes molten with lust. “I want to watch you touch her. Everywhere.”

I smirk back up at him. “Bossy. Picking up a few things from Alex?”

Lukas smiles lazily. “What can I say? He’s a good coach, and I’m a quick learner. Now touch our girl.”

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