Hoops Shorts: A HOOPS Novella Collection

“Mason and Bishop were just explaining something very interesting to me,” I said loudly.

“Don’t you dare,” Mason hissed at Bishop.

Bishop just grinned as he turned back to me and lifted an arm to prop against the wall over my head. “Luna here needs to get fucked and I’m saying I’ll do the job.”

“But— But—” Mason sputtered. “We—”

“Made a deal,” I supplied for him. “What the hell kind of deal?” I turned my face towards Bishop again.

He still had the same wicked grin on his face.

“Right after you joined the band, baby,” Bishop said. “We all agreed that if one of us couldn’t have you, none of us could. But I’m pretty damn sure it’s a pact we’ve all fucking regretted ever since. And I’m tired of playing by the rules.”

He ducked down, pressing his body into mine. I could feel him—his hardness—against my stomach. I shuddered, and almost involuntarily one of my hands reached out to touch his chest. His shirt was soft against my fingers.

If I was turned on earlier, now it was amped up beyond anything I’d ever felt before. Was this finally happening? That was a fucking idiotic deal they’d made all those years ago. But to find out it had been the only thing keeping them back?

I shuddered.

I’d never been able to get all the way there—to actually come.

But I bet with Bishop—

“No fuckin’ way,” Mason said, shoving Bishop sideways so he was knocked off-kilter away from me.

“What the fuck?” Bishop turned towards him, looking like an enraged bull.

“So you just decide that you get to have her.” Then Mason spun to face me. “Luna, I’m sorry. I’m not trying to talk about you like you’re a piece of meat. But the only reason I’ve stayed away is because of this stupid pact we made all those years ago and if—”

I took a step back from all of them, stunned by what I was hearing. I looked over at Tank, blinking as I tried to take in this new information now that Bishop’s body wasn’t pressing against mine, intoxicating me. “You too?”

Tank nodded sheepishly. “Of course, we all wanted you, baby.”

His voice was as low as his bass guitar and resonated throughout the bus. “But like Mason said, Bishop convinced us it would tear the band apart.” He glared Bishop’s way. “Don’t know why he’s changed his mind now, seein’ as I still think the same. Just look at y’all.”

But Bishop only slid an arm around my waist. “And I’m not a man who hangs around waiting.”

“What do you even want?” Mason spat. “A quick fuck? I want everything with her. A future. Children.”

I threw my hands up, feeling overwhelmed. “Whoa whoa whoa, everybody. This is officially too much information.” I yanked the cap off my head and ran a hand through my hair.

They actually wanted me? All of them? And they always had?

I wanted to sit down and cry at the knowledge.

They wanted me. They wanted me like that.

And I wanted them. So, so badly. I had for so long now.

The need in my core was almost making me double over. I reached out and grasped hold of Bishop’s arm.

“Please,” I said, looking up at him, and then over at Mason. I held a hand out toward him too.

I wasn’t even sure what I was asking.

But I felt compelled from within as I stumbled the few feet to the kitchen.

Then I shoved my jeans and panties down. And bent over the table.

Ass out.

I looked over my shoulder, feeling a desperation I’d only felt once before in my life. “Somebody, anybody—everybody. Please. Fuck me, I need you all so bad.”

FIVE

BISHOP

I unbuckled my belt and headed for Luna and that sweet cunt winking at me from between her legs. “Perfect loophole. If we all fuck her, then it doesn’t break the pact.”

So long. I’d waited for this so long. And I wasn’t a man who waited for things. I reached for her sweet flesh—

Till that stupid bastard Mason got in my way. “There’s something wrong with her. She’s not in her right mind.”

Luna’s eyes shot daggers as she looked over her shoulder at us. “I will murder you, Mason Rexford, if you cock-block me again. I’ll say if I’m in my right mind or not. And I thought you wanted me too?” She waved her ass his direction. I tossed Mason off me.

“Don’t mansplain for the lady.” I yanked the button to my skin-tight pants open. Fuck, that was better. My cock was choking in those damn things. “She’s a grown woman who knows what she wants.”

“Finally someone realizes,” Luna said, then she whimpered. “Please. I need it.” She wiggled her ass some more. And pulled her shirt off over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tight, round little tits winked at me.

Oh, she was gonna get it. I approached and squeezed the flesh of her ass in my hands. She was a petite little thing but it didn’t mean she wasn’t still a handful. And I wasn’t gentle. She groaned with need.