Page 133 of Necessary Roughness
The evening was full of laughter, smiles, and good cheer. It wasn’t every day that someone you knew became a multi-millionaire in the blink of an eye. Robert stood up and made a toast, declaring that he hoped Knox would continue to surround himself with good people who made him a better person.
“Looking at you, Sloane,” he said, aiming his wine glass at me.
“Cheers to that!” Knox said loudly.
We were all pretty toasted by the time dinner was over, so Knox’s parents took an Uber back to their hotel while we took one home. I tried to think of an excuse to stay up, for just the four of us to sit on the couch and drink some more and spend some time unwinding from the insanity of the day. I was afraid Knox and the others were exhausted
My fear proved unfounded, because as soon as we were inside, Roman put a hand on my lower back and led me toward the hall. Into my bedroom.
“About time we’re alone,” Logan said.
“I was afraid my parents would want to come back here to celebrate some more,” Knox agreed. “Glad they didn’t. It’s time forusto celebrate.”
Roman shoved me up against my wall with enough force to let me know I was his, and he could do with me whatever he wanted. His tongue was in my mouth in the blink of an eye, his body pressing against me with need.
“You’re feisty,” I said.
“It’s your fault,” he replied darkly. “Making me stare at you in that dress all day.”
“He’s right,” Logan said. “Knox might have been the center of attention today, butyou’rethe star.”
The three of them were more possessive than normal tonight—and after the kind of stressful, exciting day we’d had, it wasexactlywhat I needed. Roman roughly kissed me while sliding a hand up my dress, immediately finding my pussy and rubbing me through my thong.
Knox tried to take over, but Roman shoved him away without ever taking his lips off me. “Wait your turn,” he growled into the kiss, half-playful, and half-serious. “You’ve gotten enough for one man today.”
I glanced over at Knox. He looked so dashing in his dress shirt and newly-cut hair, all of which was for the cameras during the draft party. I gave him a little smile as Roman kissed my neck.
Knox responded by slowly undressing. His eyes locked onto mine intensely as he slowly untied his necktie. One by one he undid the buttons of his shirt, then slid out of the sleeves. He stood there in his perfectly-fitted dress pants, the white undershirt practically glued onto his broad chest. He gazed atme with hunger while behind him, Logan sat on the bed and waited patiently.
Roman’s fingers pulled my panties aside and curled up inside of me, twisting as he moved them in and out of my pussy. I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes while he nuzzled against my neck, smelling like cologne and beer and that deeper scent that was all Roman.
Finally Knox could wait no longer. He approached and pushed Roman out of the way, and this time the roguish man allowed it.
“My turn now.”
“You’re pushy now that you’re an NFL player,” Roman growled, but there was half a smile on his lips.
“He’s been drafted, but he’s technically not in the NFL yet,” Logan announced. “He won’t sign a rookie contract for another couple of weeks.”
I leaned over and pressed my fingers to Logan’s lips. “Shh. We can pretend tonight.”
His eyes sparkled. “I’ll pretend to be whatever you want, baby.”
Knox pulled me away from the wall and led me to the bed. He sat me down on the edge next to Logan, who immediately began kissing my shoulder, moving aside my dress strap as he did so. Knox slid out of his pants and removed his undershirt until he was totally nude before me, chiseled and beautiful. He’d spent the spring getting in shape for the draft combine, which meant he looked absolutely shredded—even more so than during the season.
He went to his knees, intending to go down on me, but I put a hand on his head to stop him.
“No,” I said. “I can’t wait. I need you.”
Knox’s lips curled in a smile and he leaned forward to kiss me, sliding his tongue into my mouth possessively. He pushed me backwards until he was on top of me, and Logan hiked my dress up around my waist.
“Appreciate the help,” Knox said.
“Just being a good practice squad teammate,” he replied.
“I like it when you two work together,” I sighed.
Logan chuckled. “We’ve had lots of practice.”
