Page 104 of The Friend Zone

“Sure thing,” Tucker says through the door. “I could have sworn she came in with Jagger. But if you’re there, you’ll take care of any spiders.”

“Right,” Ryker grunts, thrusting into Bay a few times in quick succession, while Jagger keeps eating her noisily. “Now get lost, Tuck.”

I watch with rapt fascination as Jagger and Ryker keep Bay pinned between them.

My cock is straining painfully against the zipper of my jeans and I’m dying to join them, but I don’t know how. I don’t know if this is something just between the three of them and I don’t want to do anything to ruin a moment Bay is clearly enjoying.

At the same time, my possessive nature is struggling with the urge to claim my girl.

“Goddam, you taste so fucking good.” Jagger moans, licking and sucking noisily on Bay’s clit.

“Jagger, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Bay begs, her voice louder with every passing second.

“Hush,” one of Jagger’s hands covers her mouth. “Tucker already thought there was a spider in your bathroom. If you keep this on, every brother will come check on you.”

He’s right. In the few months Bay has been living in the Gamma house, our brothers and teammates have not only gotten used to having a girl living in the house. They learned to appreciate Bay’s humor and kindness and her spicy cooking. They all dote on her to the point that she’s gone from our president’s ex-girlfriend to the house sweetheart.

Jagger lifts his head from Bay, his lips swollen and wet with her arousal. “Ryker is right. I think we should fill that hot little mouth with cock, so she’ll stay quiet. What do you think, Nova?”

The question is directed at Bay, but Jagger looks at me.

“Yes,” she pants. “Cole, I need you.”

Jesus fuck. I don’t let her say it twice. My feet carry me to their side before I can even manage to voice my agreement.

The way my eyes land between Bay’s thighs doesn’t escape Jagger’s attention.

“Look at how pink and soft she is,” he says, parting the lips of Bay’s pussy with two fingers. “Have you tasted her yet?”

The view of that glistening, perfect pink pussy takes my breath away and all I can do is nod.

“Do you want a little taste now?” Jagger offers.

Fuck.

I’m on my knees before I can even think about what I’m about to do.

Sharing Bay in theory is one thing, but as I lower my head between her thighs, I’m confronted with the reality of it.

Jagger has been focusing his full attention on Bay’s clit for obvious reasons; Ryker’s cock is buried inside her to the hilt and my face is dangerously close to the base of his shaft.

I take a second to decide if this bothers me. I’m comfortable with nudity in general—playing hockey for years helps you get over the embarrassment of seeing your teammates naked pretty quickly.

However, I’ve never seen another guy’s cock so close and personal.

I’m not gay or even bi. I’ve never had a doubt about that. There would be nothing wrong with any of it, but it’s not the case.

Does this really bother me?

All it takes is one look at Bay. Her blue eyes are wide, her pupils blown out huge with the desire that’s coursing through her body.

This is not about Ryker. This is about making Bay happy, making her feel good.

My tongue darts out in a tentative lick. The way Bay’s back arches at the contact makes me forget there’s anyone in this room other than the two of us. Ryker’s cock is no longer a factor.

“Oh my God,” she cries out, as I close my mouth around her little swollen clit. “Oh, Cole. Please don’t stop.”

There’s nothing hotter than hearing my name on her lips like that, but Jagger slaps me on the back. “She’s too loud. Help a brother out and keep her mouth occupied?”

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