Page 175 of Tangled up in You

“Yes, you are,” Brody muttered, sucking on her neglected nipple.

He tumbled with her, pushing her headlong over the edge. The second Brody add his fingers to her clit, heaven. Liquid heat encased him as she pulsed through her release. He tried to hold back for as long as he could, drawing out each of her whimpers and cries as her blunt fingernails dug into his flesh. The tingle spread through him. A rough snarl curled his lip as he slammed into her one last time, before crushing her mouth with his.

Lightheaded and dizzy, he clung to her as they came down from their mutual pleasure. Then Brody was there. Archer eased out of her, allowing his best friends to sink into their girl. Though she might not know it yet, they’d never let her go. Not after losing her as they had ten years ago.

“Hey babe,” Brody whispered, lining his cock up to fill her. The second he pushed into her, they cried out in unison and her hand smacked Archer’s forearm.

Sasha’s eyes were screwed shut. She arched to Brody, pushing those perfect tits toward Brody’s face. To the right of them, Cam guided Wyatt over his cock, matching Brody’s slow, deliberate pace.

“Watch them,” Archer said, turning Sasha’s face in Cam’s direction. “They’re turned on because of you.”

She sobbed, grabbing onto Brody. “That’s so fucking hot.”

“You’re way fucking hotter,” Brody muttered. “No offense, guys.”

“None taken,” Cam grunted. “Fuck, Sasha. Now, I see why you like fucking his ass. It’s so good and tight.”

“Fuck!” Brody barked, grabbing Sasha’s hip. “You just had to rile her up, huh?”

Cam smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re coming already.”

Brody flipped him off. He sat back on his haunches, pounding into Sasha until they were both crying out, slick with perspiration and cum. Brody put his thumb to her clit and manipulated the bundle of nerves, while Archer teased her hard nipples. She writhed below him, twisting and pulling, trying to get away, but couldn’t. Brody pinned her in place. His pace increasing until he shouted. Below him the sound Sasha made as she climaxed was a sexy purr combined with a keen cry.

Archer watched in fascination as Brody throbbed within her. The trickle of their combined releases slipped from them as he sagged, covering her slightly so she could still watch Cam and Wyatt. Cam’s muffled grunt followed the spurt of Wyatt’s cum from his tip and the surprised yelp of his orgasm.

Brody cuddled Sasha between them while Cam held Wyatt on his lap, his gaze on Sasha. Wyatt leaned his head on Cam’sshoulder, trying to catch his breath. Not a bad way to spend the afternoon together.

In the distance, Archer’s phone buzzed, and he closed his eyes, not ready to move yet. However, he also knew Coach wanted to get on the ice at some point to practice. The games, though postponed, were supposed to be televised, like the skate competition. No way he’d allow them to sit back and not train.

With a groan, he rolled out of bed just as the others’ devices went off with incoming texts. Sasha pouted, rolling toward the table to grab her phone while Archer stepped back into the bathroom, finding his phone on the floor by his sweats.

Practice. One hour. Don’t be late.

Archer ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled. “Fuck.”

Sasha grumbled. “We have to get to the ice in thirty. How about you?”

“Same,” Archer answered. “In an hour.”

“Lucky you.”

“Then I guess we’ll leave this as a to be continued,” he replied, crawling across the bed to kiss her one last time.

She hummed cupping his cheeks. “You know it.”

CHAPTER 9

Practice was, well, interesting. Sasha caught glimpses of Wyatt staring at her while Jenny talked to him about his arm positioning. The fire burning in his mercury eyes struck her in the chest, stealing her ability to breathe. Yet, he’d also been a little distant. Even while they writhed together, caught in their lovers’ arms, he kept himself apart.

What happened while she’d been sleeping?

“There you are,” Julian said, stepping out onto the ice. “I thought I’d miss you.”

She mentally rolled her eyes. So far, Trent had stayed far away from her, while Julian seemed more inclined to saunter around the suite like a damn cat in heat. “Hey, Julian.”

“Heard about Trent,” he said, circling her. “That’s a tough break.” Then, as if realizing he’d made a pun, he laughed.

“Yeah, thanks.” She grabbed her water bottle and took a sip before rejoining Wyatt.

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