Page 20 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

Club Sin was meant to scratch an itch for us, break us out of our everyday lives, and shake some shit up. Coming across Asta in the Quarter spiked our blood, and having her be our woman for the night ignited our need to claim her. Which all just inspired this fixation I have with breeding her.

Never in my life have I felt this way before. Never have I wanted a woman the way I do Asta. I’m unsure if it’s her innocence or her desires similar to ours, but I know she’s it for us. Even if she were to tell us tomorrow that she never wanted to see us again, I wouldn’t accept it, and neither would Major or Colt. In fact, I’m optimistic we’d take her home and chain her to our bed until she admitted she needed us every bit as much as we need her.

“Liberty, head up!” I hear Coach scream from the bench just as Chicago’s newest defenseman comes at me like a rushing bull. He aims to take me out so his right wing can steal the puck from Colton.

Not. Fucking. Happening.

Dropping my shoulder, I push faster, skate harder, and nail him in the gut. As he sails to the ground, Colt glides around us and scores the game's final goal with half a second left, leaving the score a paltry 6 to 1.

Celebrating with my mates on the ice, I haul Colt over my shoulder in celebration and hope to hell Asta was able to catch some of the game. She said she’d try, but we know she’s got a life outside of us.

“That one was for you, Asta!” I shout as I drop Colt, and we walk past one of the camera crews, hoping she hears.

“Asta? Who’s that?” The reporter stops us. Slinging an arm across Colt’s shoulder as Major joins us, I do the same to him.

“Asta,” I sigh her name, almost feeling the light touch of her lips on my neck from the other night. “Is our girl.”

She blinks, shocked. “Your girl?” We nod, sweating and out of breath. “What do you mean?”

“Meaning, the three of us, we’ve been best friends for a long damn time and discovered that there is nothing sweeter than sharing a woman. Loving a woman together. Asta, she’s it, she’s everything. She’s our other half. That missing piece to our souls.” A crowd has gathered around as I speak, each of them looking on intently.

“You share a girlfriend?” she asks again.

“No.” I clear my throat. “We share a soulmate.”

The woman finally clues in and seems to sigh wistfully. “And this soulmate, care to tell us more? What makes her so special?”

“Sorry, lady, we’re not exposing her to that. Not until she’s ready,” Major cuts in with a growl.

“As for what makes her special…” Colt starts. “Everything.”

We walk away after that. Our need to see and speak to Asta stronger than our desire to answer more questions and let the world in on our secret.

“She’s going to be pissed at you, man.” Major shakes his head as we enter the locker room.

“She asked if we were concerned if this would affect our career. Now, she’ll know we don’t give a fuck if it does.” I shrug, taking off my gear as I talk. “One way or another, someone’s going to find out. If it comes from us, it’s better. We don’t have to tell them who she is exactly; that’ll be up to her.” I look between them, and they reluctantly agree. “Good. Now, let’s get out of here so we can talk to her. I miss the fuck out of that woman of ours.”

When we’re in a cab on the way to our hotel room, we turn our phones back on, only for them to start beeping immediately and repeatedly.

“Holy shit,” Colton grins.

“Jesus,” Major mutters, swiping a hand across his mouth.

“Damn,” I hiss, biting my lip in anticipation.

There are a dozen varying texts from Asta. Some cheering for each goal our team got and two seductive images for the two goals Colt scored. One, she’s bent over the side of her bed, showing just a hint of her bare pussy. The second is of her lying down, her legs resting against the wall; we can see the side slopes of her breasts, and her free hand is between her legs.

And lastly. Mother of god. Lastly is a message congratulating us on our win and asking if we meant what we said on camera afterwards, with a picture of her completely naked, sitting on the floor, legs bent and spread. Her pussy is dripping wet with her desire, and her nipples are peaked and ready to be sucked on. While her face isn’t in the shot, she’s never looked so stunning.

“Can’t you just imagine that smooth belly ripe and round, and those tits leaking with her baby cream?” I say this reverently because I can picture it so clearly. Matching moans echo through the back of the car.

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Asta

I drank. I was more than a little tipsy when I took the pictures I had and sent them. It’s the only way I could have. I didn’t give myself time to think, I just did it.

Now my nerves are eating away at me, and I can’t think straight as I lay in bed naked, hot, and waiting for them to call. The game was over almost an hour ago—it’s the first I’ve watched on TV—and my anticipation is turning into regret the longer it takes them to respond.

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