Rules Of Our Own (Rule Breaker Series Book 3)
Rules Of Our Own: Chapter 12

IT’S clear the second Mia stiffens that something’s changed. She’d been relaxed, leaning against Alex, eyes wide on our surroundings. My gaze flicks to Alex, and he gives me a short nod before burying his chin into Mia’s throat. She freezes before melting against him.

I watch as his hands burrow into the pouch of her hoodie, and his arms tighten around her. He’s always touched her like she was already his, and it used to drive me crazy. It took no time after she disappeared to realize what a fucking idiot I was. I swore if she ever came back into our lives, I’d make her see that things could be different.

I can’t keep my attention off the two of them. It doesn’t matter that we’re a thousand feet in the air, and I’m sure the view around me is immaculate. The only thing I want to see is how they are together. I watch the muscle in Alex’s jaw work, and the tendons in his neck pull taut when she looks back at him with a smile, green eyes round with wonder.

They flash to mine, and I step in closer until she has to tilt her head all the way back to keep her gaze on mine. A shiver runs through her, and I smile. Between me catching her with her vibe and her listening in last night, it’s clear our girl is getting desperate for a release.

“Cold?” I press into their side, giving a quick glance to Alex, making sure it’s okay, but all his attention is on her. She shifts so she’s sandwiched between us.

“A little.” Her voice is strained, and if we weren’t so close, I wouldn’t have heard it. She swallows hard and fixes her gaze on the horizon while Alex’s and mine never leave her.

“So, Kitten. What have you been up to the last three years?”

“Study, work, sleep, repeat.” She sounds tired just talking about it, and I have an overwhelming need to take some of the load off her shoulders.

“How about the two of you? Big-time NHL players. Is it all you thought it would be?” she asks, a bit stiff, but it’s a start.

“Could be better,” I say, and her gaze snaps to mine before looking over the horizon.

“What, not exciting enough for you?” Her tone has a slight edge to it, and I tilt my head.

“A bit lonely, to be honest.”

She huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, right. I’ve seen your Instagram. The two of you are always out.”

Alex squeezes her harder. “Just because we were out doesn’t mean it wasn’t hollow. You never know when someone is genuinely interested in you or just your proximity to fame.”

She stiffens, biting her cheek. She didn’t like something he said. Then she shakes it off and asks me, “How are your parents? Farm still doing okay?”

I shrug. I don’t talk to them much. Leaving home at fifteen to live with a billet family put a rift between us. “Fine. With the land prices going up, they’re thinking about selling it and settling down.”

“I always liked picturing you on the farm. Throwing hay bales and riding horses like you’re a cast member of Yellowstone.”

“You picture me, eh? What else am I doing?” My voice is a low rumble, and a hum travels through my chest as goosebumps cover her neck.

She clears her throat. “Yeah, cleaning up manure must have sucked.”

I laugh, and both Alex and Mia watch me with matching smiles.

“Well, you can keep dreaming because I have no plans of ever doing that again. Plus, we grew corn. No horses, hay, or manure involved.”

I grew up a farm kid, but my skill on the ice had me moving out young. The AAA team from a nearby city scouted me, and the rest is history.

“How about you? Parents still royal dicks?” Mia asks Alex with more concern than I’m sure she intended.

“You know how it is. Some might say they’re right about sports not being as good as academic success.” His shoulders tense.

She twists to look at him and says plainly, “And those people would be idiots.”

A smile curls his lips. “Fuck ’em, right?”

She nods. “Right.”

David calls over the wind, “We’re descending. Brace for landing.”

My grip tightens over them both, and I plant my feet just in time for the bottom of the basket to reach the ground. The entire thing shakes, shifting our weight, and Mia face-plants into my chest with a groan.

I stroke my thumb over her cheekbone. “Careful.”

She makes a small squeak-like sound and steps back from both of us. “That was fun.”

I step around, not liking the space she’s created, and cup the side of her jaw, pressing upward so she’s forced to meet my gaze. “Good. I’m glad you liked it.”

Her mouth’s open, chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths. I lean in until my nose just barely grazes hers, and she shifts closer, her breaths fanning over my lips.

“Everyone off, one at a time. Watch your step.” David breaks the moment. Mia huffs out a breath and skirts around me to be the first one off.

“That was fucking hot.” Alex smirks at me before winking and following after her.

I let out a deep breath, praying that I know what the fuck I’m doing.

We get back into the car without a word. The seats aren’t quite wide enough for the three of us, and her legs are raised. It looks uncomfortable. I lift her up, closing the space between Alex and me, and set her on my lap sideways. Her ass is in my lap, and Alex turns toward us, connecting her back to his chest. His hand flies up to her arm to steady her.

She shivers between us, goose bumps visible over her collar, and she shifts her weight. I swallow hard when her hooded eyes meet mine.

“Andre. Step out for a minute. We need a moment alone with our girl,” I say, not bothering to look up.

Mia’s eyes flash, mouth dropping open.

The driver gets out immediately, shutting the door behind him.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her, keeping my voice low and my mouth against her ear.

“N-nothing,” she stutters, and I move in closer, adjusting her on my lap. Her eyes round when she feels my hard cock against her.

I grip her calf furthest from my chest and drop it onto the floor, leaving the other one tucked to my side, spreading her legs wide.

Alex groans, and his hand splays over her sternum. “Your heart’s going crazy.”

She nods, and her mouth opens, but no words come out.

I grip her jaw and lean into them. “Ask me now.”

“What?” Her eyebrow lifts in question.

“Last night, you wanted me. Ask me to make you come right here. Let us show you what we can give you.” My voice is rough, laced with a command. I know she listened to me last night. Just like I know she’s been going crazy all morning.

Her gaze flicks from Alex’s dark one to mine. “We’re in a car,” she whispers.

“Mia, I want you.” I gesture to Alex. “We want you. For the rest of the weekend, we want you to just enjoy yourself. You’ve been working too hard.”

“For the rest of the weekend?” she asks, barely above a whisper. I can practically see her brain working through the offer.

Alex’s brows pull together, and his jaw locks. I know he wants to say something, but we both know there’s no point.

“Until you leave. Let us take care of you, Love. Can you do that?”

Her throat moves with her swallow, and her eyes are wide on mine before a slow smile curls her lips. “Yeah, I can do that—”

I press my lips to hers, groaning deep in my throat. I’d been waiting years for this. She opens immediately, and I don’t waste time filling her with my tongue, tasting sweetness as I explore her mouth.

She moans and digs her fingers into my hair, holding me in place.

“Fuck,” Alex hisses and dips his hand under her sweatshirt, pulling up to reveal bare skin. She shivers again when his hand draws circles against her heated stomach.

I pull away, loving the way she tries to follow me.

Alex runs his nose along her jaw, and she twists until their mouths graze each other’s. Her fingers tighten in my hair when he deepens the kiss, pulling needy sounds from her. He murmurs between breaths, “I knew you’d taste so fucking good—so soft—perfect-fucking-mouth—”

She responds to his words by rocking her hips and grinding her ass into my hard cock. I hiss out a breath and grip the sides of her hips, guiding her exactly how I want.

She arches, mouth never leaving Alex’s when my thumbs stroke up her thighs until they brush her apex. The fabric’s already soaked through, and I fight back the urge to pull them off and see her glistening pussy.

She jerks, and her head falls back, her moan breaking free.

I trail my thumb over the center seam of her leggings, barely grazing the fabric. “That’s what you want?”

She nods vigorously, hips lifting into my palm.

“Mia, you agree to our terms? You’re ours for the weekend.”

She grows still, and I can see her hesitance take over. There’s a battle behind her eyes as she struggles with the decision.

I pushed her too far. Before I can back off, Alex cuts in.

“Maybe she needs a taste. Something to show what she’s in for.”

My gaze narrows on hers. “Want that? You want to come right here between us?”

She nods.

“Ask me. Tell me what you need.” I insist.

“Make me come.”

Alex groans, his fingers tightening around her waist. I meet his gaze. “You heard her. Make her come.”

“Fuck.” His head drops into the crook of her neck.

“Slide your hand under her pants but above her underwear,” I direct him, and my cock grows painfully hard.

Alex’s throat bobs with his swallow before he does as he’s told.

Mia squirms when his hand cups her core, visible through her tight leggings.

“Good. Tell me how she feels.”

She whimpers, and her legs pull together. I grip them to keep them open.

Alex sucks in a breath. “She’s so hot.” He must move because her ass squirms on my lap. “And soft.”

Fuck yes. “Pull her panties to the side and trace her seam.”

Alex bites his lower lip. “Fuck, she’s so wet.”

Mia’s eyes roll back, and small pants escape her lips.

“Eyes on me, Love.”

They snap to mine.

“Alex is going to fuck you with his fingers until you soak through your pants and come all over his hand. You want that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

Alex doesn’t waste time, and they’re both sucking in air. My hand twitches with the need to squeeze my dick, but this is about her. About them.

She has to understand that we’re doing this together. That she doesn’t need to choose between Alex and me.

Alex’s hips rock against empty air, and his jaw clenches with the need for pressure. I grip Mia’s thighs harder to prevent myself from reaching over. Besides a few heated looks, he hasn’t shown he’s open to exploring, and now isn’t the time to push it.

Mia begins to squirm between us, wide green eyes on mine. I wait until small moans escape her mouth. I press down on Alex’s hand, grinding it into her clit.

It takes seconds before she’s coming undone between us, hips rocking, mouth open with a silent cry. She collapses back, body limp between us and a ghost of a smile on her lips.

I lean in close. “Better?”

Her eyes slit open, and her smile grows. “Perfect.”

Alex’s heated gaze meets mine, and then he raises his fingers to his mouth and sucks her taste off them. His eyes roll back, and he groans deep in his throat. “Fuck me.”

Fuck me is right. My fingers curl, and the tendons strain in my neck as I fight the urge to lick the last of her flavor off his fingers. He gives me a knowing smirk, and I fucking hate the bastard as much as I want him.

The man is killing me, and he doesn’t even know it.

Life has a sick fucking sense of humor, making me want to fuck the shit out of my straight best friend. My eyes travel over Mia’s blissed-out face. Best friends. Preferably together.

I need to calm the fuck down. I open the door a few inches and tell the driver we’re ready to go. It’s a twenty-minute drive before the car pulls to a stop, and I set Mia’s legs on the ground, getting out first before helping her. She leans against me like she can’t support her own weight, and I wrap an arm around her waist.

Alex climbs out his own side, his hands dropping to adjust his cock before turning back to us with a smile. “What do you think, Kitten? Do you want more?”

“Yes…no…maybe.” Her gaze heats before she freezes, and fear flashes in her eyes. I grit my jaw, not liking that look.

I kiss her temple. “Answer tomorrow. Enjoy tonight with the girls.”

She nods and steps away from me and keeps going until she’s around the corner and out of our sight.

“We better not have fucked that up.” Alex lets out a long breath. “You know what you’re doing, right?”

“I never know with her. I didn’t think she’d run the last time.” This isn’t just sex for me, but it’s a start, all I had to do was convince her we’re worth it.