Pucking Sweet: An MMF Workplace Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 3)
Pucking Sweet: Chapter 43

I step into the tiny pub bathroom, crossing to the far wall in two strides. Lukas and Colton crowd in behind me, squishing together to get the door shut. The dance music is instantly muffled. Colton throws the lock, and they turn as one, shoulders brushing in the tight space as they stare hungrily down at me.

My smile falters as I take them in. Now that we’re alone, all the questions and confusion I’ve been trying to keep trapped in a box are starting to leak out. I’m not this girl. I’m not “offers hand jobs in a bathroom” girl. I’m “panics about her feelings and stress runs five miles” girl. Two beautiful men are standing here, wanting me. My heart is racing, my palms feel clammy, and all I can think is, “What the heck are we doing?”

Okay, so I guess I don’t think it. I just go ahead and say it out loud.

“We’re playing three minutes in heaven,” Lukas replies with a grin. “It’ll be a busy three minutes because we have to manage a dick pic and a hand job. If we wanted to go for a Triple bingo, you could give us a lap dance too—”

“I meant what are we doing!” I gesture frantically between the three of us. “What the heck is this?”

“We thought that was obvious,” he replies with a shrug.

“Obvious? Lukas, you just hard-launched our love triangle to my sister and all her friends! Without telling me first! Do you have any idea the shitstorm that little joke is gonna swirl me in? As if I didn’t have enough on my plate with this new job, and this stupid, awful wedding, now I’m gonna have to field questions from my mother about why two hockey players are calling themselves my boyfriends.”

His smile falls. “Hey, come on. Your sister needed to be put her in her place—”

“My sister needed to be kept in the dark!” I snap. “Now she’s gonna turn this into the scandal of the century. Poppy the chaos monster strikes again. She can’t make up her mind, so now she’s stringing two men along—oh god.” My PR brain is already spinning out the likely scenarios.

Colton looks confused. “Poppy, what scandal? It’s not like we’re doing anything illegal here. We’re all consenting adults.”

“I’m sorry, but clarifying that we’re ‘consenting adults’ won’t ease people’s minds,” I reply. “In fact, don’t be surprised if my mother shows up in town with Pastor John to try to force an exorcism on me.”

“So, I’ll just take it back,” Lukas offers. “I’ll tell your sister it was a joke—”

“No,” I cry. “Oh my—do you wanna make it worse? Pathetic Poppy had no boyfriends, then she had two, and now she has none again?”

He groans. “Then what the hell do you want, Poppy?”

“I wanted this all kept quiet!”

He glares, arms crossed. “You want us to be your dirty little secrets? Poppy St. James is too good to be seen on the arm of a tatted-up hockey player, right?”

I shake my head. “That’s not fair. I wanted us private, not secret. We don’t even know what we are to each other yet, Lukas. I mean, ten minutes ago, I thought we were all going our separate ways.”

Colton’s eyes narrow. “Why did you think that?”

“Seriously?” I glance between them. “Do you not remember the beach? Oh, and Claribel told me about your little tortilla wrestling match too,” I add, hands on my hips. “You tease me, you chase me, you fuck me…but ever since Pittsburgh, you’ve both been so weird and polite and distant—”

“We’ve been busy,” Lukas counters. “You have too. I mean, Jeezus, Pop. We’re professional athletes in the middle of a new season. I hardly have time to wash my own socks, let alone manage a complicated three-way. And Cole and I had some shit to sort out first.”

My eyes well with tears as I slowly nod. “See, and here’s me twisting into a ball of nerves knowing I’m the ‘shit’ you’re sorting out. But you’re doing it without me. How is that fair? How am I supposed to know you’ve both changed your mind if you don’t tell me?”

“We just didn’t have time yet!” Lukas shouts.

“And then you go and tell me in front of my sister!”

“Enough,” Colton shouts over us. He puts a hand on Lukas’s shoulder. “Nov, that’s enough.” To my surprise, Lukas relaxes, giving Colton a nod. Colton turns to me, his hand still on Lukas’s shoulder. “Poppy, what are you scared of?”

I suck in a breath of surprise. “What?”

“So what if your sister knows? Fuck her. Fuck anyone who’s not in this room. If you’re that afraid of what other people think, you should leave now.” He steps to the side, gesturing to the door.

When I make no move to leave, he goes on. “Because we’re not afraid of this, Poppy. You’re right. We handled our shit away from you because our jealousy is not your burden to carry. We worked it through, and we decided that we want this. We want you. If you want to date us separately, that’s fine. If you want us together, we’ll try that too. We’ve never done it, but we’re willing to try. For you. But we’re only willing under the condition that this”—he gestures between the three of us— “is exclusive. Understood?”

Heart in my throat, I nod.

Emboldened, Colton steps forward, cupping my face with both hands. My hands go to his bare chest, instantly warming under the heat of his skin. His voice is low and fevered as his hands smooth down the column of my neck to brace my shoulders. “You want this kept quiet while we all figure out what we are to each other? We’ll be quite as the fucking grave. You want to sign the paperwork with HR and start wearing our jerseys to our games? I’ll buy a house and move you into my bed tomorrow. All options are on the table here. All eventualities. Have us together, have us apart, it’s whatever the fuck you want. But you will have us, Poppy. Because not having you is no longer a fucking option.”

“Colton…”

He lowers his face closer to mine, breathing me in before saying, “So what do you wanna do here, Poppy? We need to hear you say it.”

Lost in the sensation of having him so close, I recite the words already carved into the walls of my heart. “Colton, please, I want you so badly.”

He claims my confession with a searing kiss. Digging his hands into my hair, he teases with his tongue, sinking it deep into my mouth. I cling to him, weak and breathless as he takes what he wants from my lips, leaving me with nothing.

He breaks the kiss first. Pulling me by the hair, he turns me to face Lukas. Pressing his front to my back, he speaks in my ear, his breath hot on my skin. “What about Lukas? Do you want him?”

Lukas stands there, gazing down at me with such longing.

“Yes,” I say on a breath. “I want him too. So much.”

“Then show him.” Colton gives me a little push forward, sending me stumbling in these wobbly heels into Lukas’s chest.

Lukas catches me, his arms going around my waist. “Look, Pop, I know I’m not the kind of guy you typically go for but—”

“Don’t.” I place my fingers over his lips, silencing his self-criticism. “Lukas, you are the guy I go for. I’m standing right here.”

He shakes his head, suddenly nervous as he holds me. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing with you.”

I grin up at him, smoothing my hands over his chest. “If all else fails, we’ll always have sex and sarcasm, yeah?”

He grins. “Sex and sarcasm? Really? Is that all I offer—”

“Just shut up and kiss me.” Tipping up on my toes, I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down to my lips, kissing him quiet.

Colton’s kisses are soul-searing and searching, like plunging into deep water. I feel moored to him, anchored and safe. Lukas’s kisses are the flashes of sunlight sparkling on a sun-kissed sea. There’s something wild in the way he kisses, something playful and free.

With a groan, he kisses down my neck, his fingers buried in my hair. Lips parted on a breath, I open my eyes to see Colton watching us. Intensity rolls off him. He’s not angry or jealous. God help me, he’s turned on. He watches us with hungry eyes.

Feeling daring, I hold out a hand to him. “I want you both. Now.”

Without hesitation, he steps in next to Lukas and unbuckles his belt, opening the top of his jeans. As Lukas teases my pulse point with his tongue, Colton takes my hand by the wrist, slipping it inside his pants. I moan low in my throat at the joint sensation of being kissed by Lukas as I wrap my hand around Colton’s hard cock. “Oh god.”

Lukas pulls away with a satisfied smile. “You ready to finish our three minutes in heaven?”

I blink, remembering why we even came in here. “I—”

“Wait.” Colton squeezes my wrist to stop me from stroking him. “She has to agree first.”

I glance between them. “Agree?”

“Say you’re ours,” he commands. “Call it secret, call it private, call it a fucking fever dream, I don’t care. But so long as Lukas and I are satisfying your every need, you don’t look at another man. You don’t touch another man. You’re ours. Say it, Poppy.”

Holding Colton’s fierce gaze, I trail my free hand down Lukas’s chest until I’m palming his hard dick over his jeans. He groans, moving his hips against my pressure. “I’m yours,” I say with a smile. “And these are mine.”

Colton’s eyes flash with triumph.

I smooth my hands up and down their shafts together—Lukas through his jeans, Colton against his warm, silky skin. Nothing makes me feel more powerful than to feel them harden under my hands. “Olivia dared to look at you like she stood a chance. Does she?”

Colton’s fingers tangle in my hair as he brushes his lips against mine. “Who the fuck is Olivia?”

I smile, kissing him back. Good answer.

He leans away and Lukas grins, cupping my cheek. “You are so fucking ruthless, babe. You’re a wildcat.”

“I’m a queen,” I counter, slipping my hand inside his jeans to wrap a needy hand around him too. “And this belongs to me.”

He nods, still grinning. “I mean, sure. He seems to like you.” I give him a little squeeze, making him gasp. “Fine—fuck—he’s yours. I’ll tattoo your name on him if you want.”

I soften my touch, stroking my thumb around his head, smearing his precum. “I don’t think that will be necessary.” Then I turn to Colton.

“It’s yours,” he says without hesitation or jest.

I smile. “Good.”

Power and control course through me. I’ve never felt this way during sex with anyone, like I could be in control, like it’s fun to be in control, like the man could willingly cede control. Now I have two men putting me in the driver’s seat. It’s intoxicating. I chase the feeling as I smile up at them, stroking them in tandem. “I know it’s been more than three minutes, but we have a game to finish. Are you both still in?”

“Fuck, yes,” Lukas grunts, moving his hips with the stroke of my hand.

“I’m in,” Colton says, jaw clenched tight.

Smiling, I glance between them. “Can I tell you what I want?”

“Of course,” says Colton.

“Anything,” Lukas echoes.

This intoxicating feeling of power surges through me as I let myself say exactly what I desire, knowing they’ll make it happen. “You’re mine, and I’m yours, and I don’t want to stop at a silly little hand job.”

Lukas’s pretty caramel eyes flash with interest. “What do you want, Popsicle?”

I hold his gaze, brushing my thumb over his tip again. “They already know we came in here. I want to leave them in no doubt of what happened. I want to smear my pink lipstick all over your pretty dicks. I want to claim you both, mark you as mine.” I turn to Colton. “And I want your cum in my mouth. I want to swallow it down like a greedy little whore who just can’t get enough.”

“Fuck,” he says on a breath, his hand tightening around my wrist.

I smile. “In this moment, I’m not afraid of anything except how much I want you.” Slipping my hands from their pants, I sink down to my knees. Gazing up at them, seeing the way they look at me, so much hope and longing blooms in my chest. “Give yourselves to me.”

As one, they work their jeans the rest of the way open, tugging them down around their muscled thighs until two perfect cocks spring hard and ready in front of my face. Lukas sheds his shirt in a one-handed pull. He offers it to me. “For those pretty knees.”

I take it with a smile, tucking it under my knees. As I do, I arch forward and suck his tip into my mouth. He groans, fisting my hair. The second I get a little salty taste of his precum on my tongue, I pop off. “Let’s get the pic out of the way, yeah?”

Colton fishes in his pocket for his phone and hands it out to me with the camera on. “It gets deleted the moment the game is over.”

“Duh.” I turn my face to lick and suck on his dark tip too.

He grunts, flexing his hips away. “Fucking hell. Just take the phone, you goddamn troublemaker.”

I take the phone with a grin. Leaning back on my heels, I snap a pic of them standing together, fisting their hard cocks. Their heads are cut off, nothing visible above the chest or below the knee, but I would have no trouble knowing it’s them.

“For the Christmas card,” I tease, handing him the phone. Colton slips it back in his pocket, trading me for the little packet of lube I stole from Tina. I tear into it with my teeth, squeezing the generous helping into my palm.

“Is that flavored?” Lukas asks.

I smear the lube between my hands. “Yeah, cinnamon bun. Is that okay?”

He laughs, brushing my hair back. “You are fucking precious.”

Reaching out with both hands, I stroke their dicks in one long pull, coating them in lube.

“Oh, fuck me,” Lukas mutters, his hand going up to rest on Colton’s shoulder.

Colton keeps his eyes on me, his gaze heated, body tense.

I work my hands up and down, luxuriating in the feel of them, hard and greased beneath my palms. Touching them at the same time is like a drug. I’m fascinated. I’m high. I can’t look away. I stroke and tease, swirling my thumbs around their tips, watching with pleasure as they both leak more precum. “Tell me if you want something different.”

“Are you kidding?” Lukas says on a laugh.

“It’s perfect,” says Colton. “Just don’t stop.”

I’m desperate and turned on, but I’m not crazy. And Lukas and I haven’t crossed this particular bridge yet. My gaze darts between them. “Is there anything I should know before I put my mouth back on these cocks and swallow your cum?”

Colton grunts, his hips moving in rhythm with each pull of my hand. “No. You know I’m clean.”

I look to Lukas.

He exhales through parted lips. “I’m clean, Pop. And I’ve never touched a girl without a condom until this moment.”

“Not even for a blowjob?” I say, unable to hide the tone of surprise from my voice.

“Trust is hard for me,” he replies. “Even now, I’m kind of panicking in my head a little.”

My hand stills. “I can stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he says, wrapping his hand around mine. “Poppy, I want this. Want you. I trust you. Trust you both,” he adds, squeezing Colton’s shoulder.

Heart overflowing with relief, I lean forward and suck his tip back into my mouth. The taste of the cinnamon bun lube is sickly sweet, but I don’t care. I work Colton with my fist as I hollow my cheeks and sink down on Lukas, taking him deeper into my mouth. The feel of them watching me is overwhelming, my core is a burning flame of want and desire. The lube mixes with my lipstick, smearing the color pink down Lukas’s shaft.

“So fucking good,” he mutters, his hand in my hair.

I let him go, turning my attention to Colton. I circle his tip with my tongue, the sweet lube smearing more of my lipstick. I suck him down, humming with pleasure at this feeling of holding them both in my hands.

Someone pounds on the door with a heavy fist. “Hurry up!”

I gasp, popping off him, my eyes wide.

“In a minute,” Colton shouts, his voice deep and harsh.

Lukas groans. “I think we need to make this a speed round. Babe, I am right fucking there. You can finish me with a few more flicks of that tongue.”

“Suck him dry, then use his cum as lube on me,” Colton commands.

My stomach flips as I gaze up at him, eyes wide.

Lukas turns to him too. He just said trust is hard for him. He’s never trusted an intimate partner before, but he trusts us. Colton means to show him that his trust is returned. He wants to share this with us, connect us all in this intimate way.

“Well, alrighty then,” Lukas says on another laugh. “Pops, you heard the man.”

Excitement shivers through me as I put my mouth back on Lukas, kissing and licking down his shaft, returning to his head to suck and tease. I fight my gag reflex, moaning around him as I try to take him deeper. Colton wraps a hand around my wrist. “Both hands on Novy, queen. Give him your full attention.”

With a whimper, I drop my hand away, moving it over to double-fist Lukas. I focus on sucking his tip, working both hands with a twist and pull.

“I’m right there,” Lukas pants. “Babe, I’m right—ahhh—” I hold my hands still, applying enough pressure to create a tight squeeze he can rut into. He comes on a groan, his warm seed spilling into my mouth. “Show me,” he pants. “Show me. Open your mouth.”

I lean away, mouth open as the last of his cum shoots out of his tip, coating my lips and tongue. He’s never let another woman have this before. No one but me. It fills me with a sense of such primal power. This man is mine.

“God,” he groans. “Oh god.” He sags back, his dick glistening with lube and my saliva. “Finish Cole, baby. Wanna watch you get face fucked with a mouth full of my cum.”

I’m a blazing inferno as I turn to Colton. He nods down at me, both hands diving into my hair to hold it back. “You own me,” he says. “Take what’s already yours.”

Crowing with confidence, I sink my mouth around him. The swirl of Lukas’s cum in my mouth feels strange as I use it help me pleasure Colton. Both men groan. I can feel their eyes on me as I wrap my hands around Colton’s thick shaft and begin to stroke.

“No—” Colton grabs my wrists. “Nov, take her hands. Hold them behind her back. I only want her perfect fucking mouth.”

I’m trembling as Lukas steps in behind me, straddling my legs as he grabs me by the wrists, gently pulling my hands behind my back. The movement arches me forward. I feel almost limp, like I can sink into my own weight, knowing Lukas will hold me. He’ll never let me fall. I’m just a mouth, taking what I want, letting Colton guide my lips around his cock again. I make a mess as I play with him, swallowing some of Lukas’s cum and spilling the rest as I drown in the sensation of sucking my second cock.

“Please,” I murmur, looking up at Colton. “Please, baby, give me your cum. Let me have it. I need it.”

His hands tighten in my hair as he finally gives me what I want. There’s no more gentleness as he fucks my face, pushing me right up to the edge of what I can take. When I gag and pull back, he lets me go, allowing me to recover a breath before he goes again.

“Right fucking there,” he says on a breath. “Poppy, don’t stop. Take it all.”

Lukas squeezes my wrists and Colton holds my head still as he releases, his hot cum filling my mouth. I cry out, an inch from coming myself from the adrenaline rush alone.

“Swallow it,” Colton commands, cupping my chin with his hand. “Such a good fucking girl. A queen on her knees. You’re ours. Branded with our cum. We’ll take such good care of you.”

I swallow everything he gives me, and Lukas releases my wrists. I’m left swaying on my knees between them, my mouth smeared with lipstick, lube, and cum. Lukas drops down to one knee behind me, kissing my shoulder. He brushes my hair aside, whispering in my ear. “Cancel your plans, babe. You’re ours for the rest of the night.”