Page 182 of Pucking Around

Ilmari mutters darkly in Finnish.

“Think that was funny, asshole?” Jake shouts, his voice moving as he heads over to his closet. “Your little jersey switching game is gonna cost you big time. You’ll be lucky if you’re not sleeping out on the dunes tonight.”

I go still, waiting for Caleb to give up the truth that switching the jerseys was all my idea. But I know he won’t say anything. He’s having too much fun. And hedidagree to switch rather quickly.

“No one wears my number but Rachel,” Ilmari growls. “The only way you wear it again is if we tattoo in on your forehead. Agreed?”

Caleb groans and I can only imagine he’s being pressed into the floor, Ilmari’s heavy weight on top of him. “Ungh—agreed.”

“Get him up,” Jake calls from his closet. “We’re gonna tie him up.”

“Ooo, getting kinky, angel?” Caleb teases.

“Shut him up.”

More scuffling.

“Guys, don’t,” I plead, ready to turn myself in and offer myself up to their mercy.

“Oh, come on man. Not the sock,” Caleb grunts. “Not the—nuuuungh—”

I arch up, trying desperately to see something through my blindfold. Someone gagged Caleb, and now he’s grunting as they get him up. The dresser rattles. Oh god, they’re tying him to the dresser?

“Blindfold him,” Ilmari growls.

When Caleb wordlessly protests, I hear Ilmari laugh. The sound sends a chill though me. These men are not playing any more games tonight.

“You wanna know what happens next, Cay?” Jake teases. “Just listen close and use that colorful imagination.”

Caleb grunts and I know they must be blindfolding him with something too. It’s a rare kind of torture for a man who likes to watch, likes to tease with his words. Now he gets to stand there, his only intact sense his hearing as he audibly witnesses the circus they’re about to make of my body.

As if I need any reminder, Jake calls out. “Don’t think we didn’t see you flitting around in our jerseys tonight, spinning us up with your flirty smiles. You’re fucking next, Seattle!”

“We’refuckingyou next,” Ilmari corrects.

My entire body lights up in anticipation. We’re all here. We’re all in. The four of us. I suck in air through my heaving lungs as I hear them dropping their clothes to the floor. Whatever the punishment is, I want it.

“I’ll take her first,” says Jake. “Stretch her out before you attack her with that anaconda. We need her to last tonight. All fucking night. Wait—do you guys have snakes in Finland?”

“No talking,” Ilmari growls, and I can’t help but smile.

“You gonna fuck me, angel?” I call. “Gonna teach me a lesson for being a brat?”

Weight sinks down at the end of the bed as I feel something brush along the skin of my shins. “Jake—”

“Feel this, baby?” he says, that deep, velvety voice doing unspeakable things to my insides. “What do I have in my hands?”

I gasp, knowing full well what was left on the floor in my rush to undress earlier with Cay. My mouth tips into a smile as he trails the fabric up my thighs. “Your jersey,” I whisper.

“That’s fucking right,” he growls, dropping his body over me as he shoves two fingers deep inside my cunt.

I cry out, trying to arch my hips into his seeking fingers, but my ankles are restrained, the jersey caught between us. The leather straps tug at my skin, chafing. It’s the best possible kind of pain. “Jake—”

But he silences me with his mouth, stealing all my air as he kisses me like it’s the first and the last time I’ll ever be kissed. I moan into him, body on fire from head to toe as he keeps working his fingers in me, our kiss messy as we try to devour each other.

He pulls back, panting, his breath warm on my face. “If a girl wears my number, that girl is mine. Are you mine, Rachel?”

“Jake—”

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