Page 73 of Faking the Play

I dug my nails into Logan’s wrists in an attempt to dispel the overwhelming sense of being too much, too full, too everything. There was pain, but after the initial shock, the pressure and friction against internal walls filled with screaming nerves had pleasure overpowering that pain. Drowning it. Owning it.

Pleasure made pain its bitch, and by the time Ethan was fully seated inside me, I was coming. I cried out, my body going completely stiff, muscles clamping down on both men’s dicks until they shook with the effort to keep from following.

Only once I started coming down did my muscles go limp and give them the chance to start moving. Carefully, they each made shallow thrusts, with Logan mostly using his arms and Ethan helping to control things. As my body adjusted, I started to move too, and the three of us found a rhythm that felt a lot like the dance we had shared that night at the bar.

The thought had me looking for Ryan.

He hadn’t gone far, settling against the wall so he could lean against it while he watched us, his towel gone and his thick cock in his hand. The contentment in his eyes, more than his obvious arousal, told me that he was enjoying himself as much as the rest of us were. He wasn’t being left out. He truly liked to watch.

So we gave him a show. Three bodies moving in a perfect, primal dance, driving toward the same goal. At some point, Ethan started moving faster, pushing himself harder, and Loganwent still, holding my body tightly down on his while Ethan thrust into me with that intense urgency he rarely showed.

“I love you, Amelia,” he said just before he slammed his mouth down on mine and buried himself deep.

His words as much as the physical action had me tipping over the edge again and this time, he went with me. While Ethan’s cock pulsed inside me, Logan cursed beneath me, his muscles trembling as he fought for control. And then Ethan was gone, sliding from me as he dropped down beside us.

I didn’t have a chance to mourn the loss because Ryan was right there, smoothly sliding into me with one single stroke. Still sensitive, I came again, this time reaching for Ryan, wanting to mark him with my nails the way I knew I’d already marked Logan and Ethan. Even if no one ever saw the marks, I’d know they were there, that I’d claimed these men as mine.

Ryan’s eyes met mine and I knew he understood. Our gazes stayed locked as Ryan started a new dance, a new rhythm, but one that Logan and I found easily enough. Even though I kept my eyes on Ryan, Logan’s presence didn’t fade. He sat up, his lips moving over my neck as he whispered the filthiest things in my ear. Telling me all the ways they’d take me. The things they’d teach me.

And mixed in with those promises were the sweet ones. The declarations of love. Promises of a future. Commitment. Family. Love.

And it was those words of love that made the sensations become too much for him, and he came. The feeling of his cock pulsing in my ass was all I needed. My climax exploded through me, shattering me even as the arms around me held me together. I gave myself over to it, knowing that my men would keep me safe. I floated on that bliss, knowing I was loved. Always.

Chapter thirty-nine

Epilogue

Logan

“I can’t believe it’s finally here,” Amelia said as she nervously smoothed down her skirt for the tenth time in as many minutes.

I reached over and grabbed her hands, holding them still. “Relax. Everything’s going to be fine.”

She looked around at the other guests, most of whom were older than us. As in, old enough to be our parents. Because that’s what the majority of them were. The parents of the potential NFL draft picks. There were a few girlfriends and wives, even a couple siblings, but there definitely wasn’t anyone like us.

What Ryan, Ethan, and I had done at our playoff game had gone viral, making the four of us quite the celebrities on and off campus. It’d definitely overshadowed Jason’s appeal of his expulsion getting denied. Apparently, he’d left Fort Collins in disgrace, heading back to his parents where he was working behind the scenes on his father’s latest political campaign. The cheating and revenge porn scandal had followed him—thanks toa reporter who may or may not have been tipped off by Megan—and it didn’t look good for his dad’s career.

Megan, however, was doing well. After graduation last week, she’d headed back to her home state to the promise of a job as a second-grade teacher. I had to admit—at first, I’d been surprised at how Amelia had forgiven the other woman, but then I remembered how she’d forgiven us, and it didn’t seem so strange.

Still, I was glad to have all the school stuff behind us. Thanks to some strike of some kind, the draft had been pushed back from its usual end of April time slot, which meant we all got to graduate first. If the draft had come first, there would’ve been tons of people at graduation trying to get Ethan’s and Ryan’s attention. While they had dealt with people asking about the draft, we were able to keep the interruptions to a minimum and celebrate our academic achievements, focusing mostly on Amelia’s honors…and the fact that she got into the graduate program.

“You’re absolutely sure that Ryan’s mom was okay with me being his guest instead of her?” Amelia whispered the question as a silver-haired man walked onto the stage to announce the beginning of the draft.

I nodded. “She’s not a fan of big crowds so she talked it over with Ryan and he wanted her at graduation more.”

Amelia still seemed skeptical, but we didn’t talk about it anymore because it was time for the first-round draft pick by the Denver Broncos.

“In the first round, the Denver Broncos pick defensive lineman, Ryan Thompson from Colorado State University.”

Amelia let out a stifled squeal and threw her arms around me as Ryan came out onto the stage. He found us almost immediately and smiled, relief mixed in with the pride and joy in his eyes.

Denver picking him wasn’t a surprise, but that didn’t stop how happy we all were about it. With Amelia getting accepted into the CSU graduate program, the three of us had decided that we’d do whatever we could to stay as close to her as possible.

Which was why, after we were done here, I’d share my own news.

The Broncos were going to be my home too. I did my last interview yesterday morning and accepted their official offer to be one of their trainers. Not the head trainer, of course. I’d have to work my way up. But I’d gotten my foot in the door.

Now we just had to wait to find out where Ethan was going and hope it was fairly close too. Well, that and hope that the Broncos kept Ryan. The chances of him being traded were slim, but not impossible. Based on the way Amelia squeezed my hand, I knew her excitement was laced with the same anxiety as mine.

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