Page 4 of Refusing Kendall

T cuts his eyes over to him playfully, “Is that so,Luc?”

Lucas looks for something to toss at him in retaliation, but since he’s sitting in one of the recliners, there are no pillows or anything within reach. Shrugging it off, he just goes back to eating and watching the game.

The first time I called him Luc, I thought the guys were going to fall out on the floor. Apparently, he has never been a real fan of the nickname. I’m the only person that’s ever been allowed to call him that.

A few hours later, with games still going on, I start dozing off on Goose’s shoulder. I hadn’t really planned on going to bed this early, but I’m exhausted for some reason. Standing up, I gather all our stuff from the table. My feet drag going upstairs. At least tomorrow is Sunday. We can just relax and not do anything all day, if we want to.

I set the dishes in the sink and go to reach for a dishrag out of the drawer, when a hand closes over mine.

Goose’s warm voice in my ear perks me up and sends chill bumps down my spine at the same time, “Leave these. Mav drew the short straw tonight. His turn.”

I want to argue, but that would mean getting my brain to function. That’s next to impossible with Goose still standing at my back.

His fingers skim up the outsides of my thighs until they reach the top of my jeans. The first soft touch of his skin on mine forces a sigh of contentment out of my lips. Out of all my guys, Goose is not only the largest, but also the gentlest. I become nothing more than pudding in his hands every time he touches me.

Turning around to face him, I link my arms around his neck as I stand up on my tip-toes to place a kiss against his lips. He picks me up and sets me on the counter in front of him. His mouth falls on mine again, and I open my mouth in invitation to him. Wasting no time at all, his tongue sweeps inside.

His hips bump my knees as he scoots to get in between them. As if they have a mind of their own, my thighs clench his hips in an attempt to bring him even closer. That one small movement drags a moan from the back of his throat. I pull away long enough to place small kisses up his jawline. Reaching his ear, I whisper, “I love you, Grant Michaels,” before sucking the lobe through my lips. His hands tighten on me as I lightly worry it with my teeth. I try to remind them each as much as I can how much they mean to me, but Goose is a little more insecure when it comes to people caring for him. I don’t care how I have to get the message across to him, but I make sure that he does, in fact, get it. Every single day.

Less than a second later, he has me off the counter and against the wall. If I had half my fucking wits about me, I wouldn’t be so surprised when a second set of hands start a slow roam of my body. My brain registers the heat at my back is from another warm body, not a wall. As it stands, I’m startled enough to break the spell Goose has woven with his kiss. Deep down, I know who is behind me, and I’m not disappointed when I throw a look over my shoulder at Lucas.

Fingers play in my hair that’s hanging loose down my back right before my head is pulled back softly, and Lucas’s mouth closes over mine. There’s something about being the center of attention between my two guys that I like more than I probably should. Having Goose at my chest, hands still pulling me against his rock-hard body, and him watching while his friend sets me on fire with his kisses feels so good that it should be illegal. He links our hand together before slowly pulling me away from Lucas. We found ourselves in a similar situation a few weeks ago, and I didn’t make the move to keep them both with me. The only difference was it was Lucas who led me away as I did nothing. I’ve over thought and regretted that one moment every day for weeks.

Not tonight. I want them both. Separately. Together. I don’t really care as long as they both are with me, and I don’t have to leave one standing here alone. I don’t have to ask if they are okay with it. If they are teasing me with it, then they damn well better be prepared to make it happen.

Before we’re out of reach, I make a grab for Lucas with my other hand. I miss him by inches, and a wicked, yet sweet smile crosses his face. Not making me voice my desires, he follows us down the side hallway to my room.

Goose pushes the door open and turns around to walk into the room backwards. I don’t wait for either of them to make a move. Since seeing them walk out on that field today, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment with them the entire time. I love watching them out there with the thousands upon thousands of fans. Call me selfish, but I love having them to myself even more.

Grabbing the bottom hem of my shirt, I yank it over my head and toss it towards the closet door. That’s as far as Lucas lets me get. The door snicks shut behind him, and I feel his hands at the snap on my bra. He slides it down my arms and throws it in the same general direction that my shirt went.

Goose sits down on the side of my bed as he watches Lucas remove the rest of my clothes. I examine his face for any signs of jealousy or wanting to stop, but the only thing I see is desire. Especially, if the strain in his jeans is anything to go by.

Covering Lucas’ hands with my own, I lean back into him as I guide them to the places that I want to be touched. Pausing for a few seconds over my nipples, he gives them a little extra attention. I lock my knees and arch my back, pushing my breasts further into his hands. His hot breath in my ear sends tiny little chill bumps down my body, “Are you sure, baby? You can come find me in a little while. This is your call.”

There are very few things in my life that I’ve been dead certain on. This is one of them. Facing him, I fist his shirt in my hand and yank him towards me as I walk backwards to Goose. When I’m within arm’s distance of him, Goose hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me down on top of his knees. My naked back meets the bare skin of his chest, letting me know that he must have removed his shirt at some point. I can’t stifle the gasp that leaves my lips when those long legs open, taking mine with them.

This position leaves me completely bared to Lucas, who stands in front of us. As some form of torturous payback for something I must have done before, he rakes his eyes down my body as he slowly removes the clothes from his body. Goose, who I’m sure isn’t keen on watching Lucas get naked, tucks his face into my neck. If it weren’t for it being the two of them, I might be more than a little embarrassed at the sounds coming out of my mouth.

With my head propped back against Goose’s shoulder, I take in the full sexiness of a naked Lucas. Out of all the guys, he’s the one most would least expect to see covering in tattoos and piercings. Yet, with most of his upper body covered in them and two silver bars through his nipples, there’s no denying my sweet Lucas likes a little pain.

Leaning down, he presses me further into Goose as he captures my lips again. Goose nips at my neck gently, and I feel one of his hands work its way down my belly. My breath leaves me in a whoosh as he slips two fingers inside me. I’m torn between wanting to rock my hips against his hand and losing myself in Lucas’ kiss.

“Please,” my whispered voice begs them.

Goose lifts me with him as he stands. Lucas takes our place on the bed, but scoots further toward the middle as he lays flat on his back. As soon as my knees hit the bed, I climb Lucas’ body and am rewarded with another one of those show-stopping smiles. When I take one of those little bars in my mouth, Lucas grabs the back of my hair and arches up. Reaching between us, I take him in my hand to help guide him where I so badly want him, but Goose has different plans.

One look over my shoulder shows me that he’s as naked as Lucas and I are. He grabs my hips in those big hands of his and pulls me back toward him. In one swift stroke, he’s fully inside of me. Always the gentleman, he gives me a second to adjust. That’s the last thing I want him to do. I wiggle my ass trying to get him to move. I’m rewarded with several thrusts of his hips.

It takes me a minute to remember that Lucas is still underneath me waiting on my attention. Goose has pulled me back far enough where it’s easy access just to lean down and take Lucas into my mouth. His sharp intake of breath makes me want to smile, because he definitely wasn’t expecting that. Goose sets the pace for the three of us. Slow and agonizing at first, but it only takes a few minutes for him to lose the tight grip he has on his control. I glance up to see Lucas watching Goose fuck me, and it almost sends me over the edge.

As it is, Lucas is the first. He grabs the back of my hair and lets out a moan loud enough to rival the walking dead as he empties himself in the back of my throat. Goose picks up his pace, and sends me over next, and he follows behind quickly after.

I crash down to lay my head against Lucas’ stomach as Goose lays across my back. We lie like that until we’ve all caught our breath.

“That was probably one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen,” Lucas admits while lightly rubbing his fingers down my cheekbone.

Goose lets out a grunt that sounds like he agrees. I laugh, “I think we may have broken Goose, though.”

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