Lucas stood, moved out of the way, didn’t even try to put his pants back to rights.
Cy settled on his knees between my parted legs. Looked me in the eye as he stripped off his shirt.
His chest was broad, his abs like a washboard. There was a smattering of dark hair on his chest that narrowed toward his belly button, then into a line that went directly to the base of his hard dick.
He was gorgeous, so manly, and with his cock thrusting out from his open jeans, virile. I still tasted that virility on my tongue, remembered what it felt like and my pussy clenched in anticipation.
“Ready for more?” His fingers gently slid over my sensitive folds, then slipped them inside. Slowly, he fucked me with them, his thumb rubbing over my clit. “Fuck, you’re full of cum.”
I was still sensitive, still aroused and I rolled my hips on his fingers. He knew it and just how to get me off.
Again.
“You get two men, you get two dicks. You’ll come again and then you’ll take me.”
I looked down at him, knowing how big he really was.
He grinned, sure of himself. Bracing a hand on the arm of the couch, he hovered over me, then kissed me. It was so sweet and gentle, just a soft brush of his lips over mine, a complete contradiction to his words and the way he worked my pussy. He lifted his head, and I looked at him. Really looked. He might be the gruff, angry man who’d stood up to me on the porch, but he was also… sweet.
“I’ll get all of it in there, don’t you worry. You’re going to love it.”
I came with those words. He was a filthy talker. Dirty. Bossy. I loved every bit of it.
Cy was a man of his word. He made me come, then gave me his dick. Every single inch of it.
5
HAILEY
Football was on the TV and we were on the couch. The couch I would always think of as the fucking couch. God, what we’d done on it before they’d carried me to Cy’s bed…
Now, I was tucked into Cy’s chest, my head resting on his shoulder with my feet across Lucas’ lap. I was in Cy’s blue flannel shirt and nothing else. I wasn’t cold, far from it. Besides the fire Cy had started in the stone fireplace, I had two men to keep me warm.
I loved this, being with them. Between them. A safe little bubble. But it was only temporary, or I had to think it was. I couldn’t let my heart in on this, no matter how quick I hit it off with Cy. How much I’d fantasized about a relationship like this.
A commitment caused heartache. I knew that from the accident. One minute I was fine, flying down the slope and living my dream, the next I was sprawled and broken on the frozen ground. I’d been committed to my career since I was four. Sure, I hadn’t thought of skiing as a career when I hadn’t even started Kindergarten, but I’d seen my mom race, wanted to be like her. I loved the thrill that came from racing, from winning. From being the fastest. From defeating an entire mountain and making it my bitch. And now, it was over, or it felt that way.
Yet Lucas had snuck in past my defenses. It had been instantaneous, meeting him in Big Sky at a mud run charity event. We’d been assigned to the same team, spending two miles running and crawling, getting filthy together. I loved to win, but I had been happy coming in second if it meant spending more time with the hot war hero. Turned out, we’d spent a lot more time together after, ensuring our bodies were very clean, then getting dirty in other fun ways.
We weren’t inseparable at first, with Lucas heading off on a backcountry trip and I’d headed to Canada for a promo event for one of my sponsors I couldn’t get out of. I hadn’t been able to go to his sister’s funeral because of it—which had made for a shouting match with Mark who hadn’t cared my boyfriend’s sister had been murdered—but had come to Cutthroat directly after. And stayed. I’d wanted to be here for Lucas, but I was smart enough to remember it probably wouldn’t last.
Lucas made me feel safe. Protected. I wasn’t Hailey Taylor, the champion ski racer. I was just Hailey. Just… doll. It had been hard in the past to figure out who a guy was interested in. I was a photo op, a famous ski racer to fuck and forget. A notch on their belt, bagging the ski champion. No one was interested in me personally, only what I could do for them.
But Lucas, he’d had no idea who I was. It had been instant chemistry, instant connection. I was happy with him, and that scared the shit out of me. What he made me feel, I craved, practically desperate for it, like a flower in the desert blooming after a rain. While he hadn’t outright said it, I had a feeling he’d be thrilled if I stopped racing, stopped risking my neck. But he didn’t give his opinion, hadn’t told me what I should do, didn’t tell me how I should feel, or act or force me into my role as professional skier.
He was content being with me. Me, Hailey Taylor. Talking. Hiking, kissing, sleeping, fucking. Just… being. I liked it. No, I loved it and didn’t want it to stop.
I felt things I shouldn’t. Love would only make me fall again. I’d survived the knee injury, but a broken heart? And now I had double the problems.
I wanted it with Cy, too. Wanted his dominance, his controlling nature. Somehow, it soothed something in me. I wanted to submit to it, to that power. I snuggled into Cy’s hold, content.
Happy. Petrified.
“Interference,” Lucas said to the TV, telling the referee what to call on the latest play.
Cy stroked a hand over my hair. The simple gesture was comforting. If he were only interested in a one-time tumble, we wouldn’t be sitting like this. He wouldn’t be holding me, his hands touching me as if he couldn’t stop himself. It wasn’t sexual, but I was definitely aroused. Just looking down and seeing his big hand caressing my arm—even through the soft material of his shirt?
??was sexy. And like with Lucas, I felt… special.