Hat Trick (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (2 page)

He pulled his hand away and palmed her hip with it, still supporting her with the other arm. “Stop.”

Her hips stilled instantly, her breasts heaving as she panted. “Nathan, please.
Please
.”

She begged so sweetly, and he could never deny her anything. “Lift up,” he said, helping her to straddle his pelvis again. “Now put my cock in your pussy slowly. Yeah, honey, that’s it.” He groaned as she sank slowly onto him until she was fully seated. “Now ride me.”

She did just that, throwing her head back with abandon and crying out her pleasure. She was grinding down on him with everything she had, and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It amazed him how she surrendered completely to the pleasure he was giving her. “Please let me come, Nathan. Oh, I need you to let me come.”

He slammed up into her and bit down on the spot just behind her ear that never failed to drive her mad. “Come,” he ordered.

Her pussy muscles clamped down on him, fluttering around him and grabbing at him frantically. The orgasm ripped through him unexpectedly, rushing through him with the force of a freight train. He felt the cum being ripped from his balls with enough force to be almost painful. He shot into her, filling her with his seed in several long spurts.

By the time he could feel his balls again, Rachel was draped across him, her warm breath puffing against the damp skin of his throat. She lounged in his arms, squirming around until her head tucked neatly under his chin. She played with his chest hair, ruffling it with her long, elegant fingers. The action always soothed him, and he briefly thought about getting up and moving them into the bedroom. He was far too content where he was, though, and was almost on the edge of sleep when she pulled sharply on a chest hair. “Who are you taking under your wing?” she asked, curiosity plain in her tone.

He grumbled and reached to disentangle her hands from his chest hair. It could be worse. She could be tugging on his pubes to get his attention. “The new kid, Reiner. He just graduated from university, and he’s ready to start with us. The coach just asked if I would mind showing him around a little. He’s a good kid.”

She slid off him, and he squeezed his thighs together to avoid her knee as it came dangerously close to his balls. Picking up the few pieces of clothing they had scattered around the living room, she tossed his shorts at him as she sashayed out of the room. He stretched and snagged the boxers from where they landed on his belly as he stood. The water in the shower started, and he wandered in to see her adjusting the temperature of the spray. “Gonna join me?”

Like he would ever pass up a chance to get her wet and naked. He stepped inside the glassed-in shower enclosure and reached over her head for her shampoo, then lathered up her hair generously. He loved her hair. It was so curly she couldn’t even comb it. Dry, it hung to her shoulders. When it was wet, it hung nearly to her waist. He absolutely loved burying his face in her curls and running them between his fingers.

“Why don’t you ask him if he wants to stay here while he looks for a place of his own?” she asked as she tilted her head back to rinse the shampoo out of her hair.

He chewed on that as he began to apply conditioner to her hair the way she’d taught him all those years ago. There really wasn’t any reason Jeremy couldn’t stay with them for a few weeks. He could show the kid around a little, introduce him to the other guys on the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey team. It really wouldn’t be a bad idea. In fact, the only thing stopping him was the idea that Jeremy would be around Rachel. Nathan was extremely possessive of his wife. Luckily, she understood and usually put up with his Neanderthal ways.

Rachel looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. “Let’s see how it goes for a few days. At least by then he’ll sort of know his way around the city, and if it’s too much for you, he can go to a hotel,” she said against his lips.

He kissed her slowly, taking his time. This kiss wasn’t meant to seduce her. She’d milked him dry already. He poured every bit of love he had for her into the kiss before leading her out of the shower and drying her off. “Okay, that’s not a bad idea. Just don’t get any perverted ideas.”

She rolled her eyes and took the towel from him, squeezing the water from her hair before attacking it with a wide-toothed comb. “You love it when I’m pervy. Besides, you’re the one who corrupted me, Mr. Bisexual. It’s not my fault the idea of two men in bed with me turns me on. You’re the one who brought it up.”

He flashed her a rueful grin and began towel drying his own hair. One drunken night back when they’d first gotten married, he’d confessed he’d always been attracted to men as well as women. Instead of being repulsed, Rachel had found the idea intriguing, and they had experimented a little, bringing a few discreet men, men who’d had as much to lose as he had, into their bed. It hadn’t worked out very well. While the men had always been attractive, he hadn’t been able to stomach the thought of sharing his beloved wife. After a few failed attempts at threesomes, they had resigned themselves to keeping it as a fantasy only. “Corrupted you, my ass. You were the one who wanted another man in the bed.”

She slipped behind him and pinched his ass. “Come to bed. I don’t want to watch that movie anymore. Your wicked plan worked anyway.”

Picking her up and walking her to the bedroom, he tossed her into the middle of the mattress and flopped down next to her. “Ugh, my hair is going to be such a mess tomorrow. I’ll need to wash it again before going to work,” she whined.

He rolled over so that he was facing her and tapped her nose. “Love you, yeah?”

She smiled at him, a soft, satisfied little smile and stroked his jaw lightly with her index finger. He closed his eyes and allowed her gentle petting to soothe him. “I love you, too,” she whispered, and angled herself so that she fit neatly against his side.

He held her close as she fell asleep and thought about the kid he was going to offer a room to. Just picturing the younger man, with his shaggy black hair and full lips, had him hard all over again. Those lips had been made for wrapping around a thick, hard cock, and Jeremy would be strong enough to endure the kind of sex he wanted with a man. He’d never had the need to have rough sex with Rachel. Quickies, sure, but never rough. It was a different story with the men they’d experimented with though. It was almost like he’d needed to assert his dominance with them.

He shifted Rachel closer and closed his eyes, concentrating on getting his cock to deflate. He had practice the next day and a game the day after that, and he really needed to sleep. Finally, the thought of the queen naked settled him down, and he drifted off, determined to make his dick behave when he met the rookie again.

Adjusting his ball cap so that it shaded his eyes a little better, Jeremy scanned the crowd for a sign bearing his name. The Toronto Maple Leafs’ general manager had sworn there would be someone at the airport when his flight got in. He should have driven here himself, but the coach had wanted him to attend practice today so he’d gotten on the earliest flight. He hated flying. He had a fear of heights, not that he would ever admit that to anyone else. Thank goodness this flight had only been ninety minutes. He still hadn’t figured out what he was going to do when he had to get on a plane to fly to other games.

A large hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned around to see Nathan Vaughan standing there, grinning at him. “How have you been, Jeremy?”

Jeremy grinned back and shook the other man’s hand. Holy hell, they’d sent the team captain to fetch him. Could they do that? The man had already offered Jeremy a place to crash until he found a place of his own and now he was picking him up from the airport? “I’m good,” he said, suppressing the urge to address Nathan as sir, reminding himself that Nathan was only six years older than he was. It was hard to remember the relatively small age gap when the man had played so well and for such a long time. It didn’t help that the man seemed to ooze dominance and authority. “How about yourself?” Jeremy asked, trying to keep his voice from cracking with nerves.

“Fine, thanks.” Nathan took hold of Jeremy’s overnight bag and hefted it over his shoulder. “Is this all you have?” he asked, gesturing between the duffel and the suitcase.

Blushing, Jeremy nodded. “Yep. I only just graduated so I didn’t need much. I guess I’ll have to go shopping.”

Nathan laughed, a rich, velvety sound that tumbled around low in Jeremy’s belly.
What the hell
? He pressed his hand to his abdomen and frowned. He usually only got that fluttery feeling when he was aroused. And now that he thought about it, his cock was half hard. Okay, he could admit that Nathan had movie-star good looks, but Jeremy was as straight as they came. He searched his brain for another explanation to his arousal. It took him a moment to realize Nathan was talking to him again. “Don’t worry. My wife, Rachel, loves to shop. She’ll help you out. Come on, let’s get you home and fed before we have to go to practice.”

Jeremy followed the larger man out to the parking lot and hoisted his suitcase into the trunk of the BMW Nathan led him to. He settled himself into the leather seat, determined to forget about his strange arousal. “Have you been married long?”

Nathan guided the car carefully out into traffic and headed toward the city. “We got married when we were nineteen. That was nine years ago. She hasn’t left my ass yet.”

They lapsed into a companionable silence, and Jeremy looked out the window contentedly. He’d always been comfortable with Nathan. The other man had always treated him like an equal instead of a rookie or, worse, a dumb kid for delaying his NHL debut. He was embarrassed to admit he had a slight case of hero worship for Nathan and was a little dumbfounded by the fact he would essentially be living with the guy for a little while.

Nathan finally pulled into the driveway of a nice little house. “Well, here it is. It’s not big, but we like it.”

Jeremy smiled and got out of the car, stretching the kinks out of his back as he stood. The red brick two-story house reminded him of his own childhood home. It was in an older part of town, with towering mature maple trees lining the streets. He bet those trees were stunning in the summer when in full bloom.

Kids ran around playing hockey in their driveways and shouting to one another. One tiny towheaded boy shot up the sidewalk and attached himself to Nathan’s leg, babbling away happily. The harried mother rushed after him, pushing a baby stroller and juggling a diaper bag and coffee cup.

Nathan scooped up the toddler and tickled his belly, making the little boy whoop with laughter. “Well, hello there, Ripper. You giving your mama trouble today?”

Ripper’s harassed mother shoved the stroller up the sidewalk, revealing a sleeping baby, and reached out to relieve Nathan of his squirmy burden. “Sorry, Nathan. Ripply got away from me. Again.”

Nathan tickled the toddler one last time and handed him back to his mother. “It’s all right, Julie. The Ripper and I have a special bond, don’t we, Ripper?”

Jeremy smiled at the young woman when Nathan introduced him, delighted when she greeted him no differently than she would anyone else. The kids all called out to them, calling them Mr. Vaughan and Mr. Reiner and basically treating them as if they were regular neighbors. He loved it.

They chatted together, grabbing Ripply every once in a while when he tried to sneak away. Jeremy finally swung the little boy onto his hip, where he laid his head on Jeremy’s shoulder and stuck his thumb in his mouth. “I think Ripper is about ready for his nap,” Jeremy said as he placed the tired boy in the front of the double stroller. He glanced up to grin at Nathan but was startled to see the flash of tenderness cross his face.

“Hey, you going to let me feed that boy before you guys have to go to practice?” The clear, sweet voice drew their attention to the front porch where a woman was standing with her hands on her hips, a big grin on her face, and her foot tapping away. She took his breath away.

She had a halo of brown hair, falling around her face and shoulders in a tumble of glorious curls. She stood at maybe five and a half feet and had a slim, athletic body with legs that seemed to go on for miles. She had small, almost pixie-like facial features and creamy fair skin. She was wearing an oversized Maple Leafs jersey that hung halfway to her knees, a pair of black leggings, and rainbow toe socks. It was by far the most bizarre outfit he had seen in a long time, but it suited her. She was absolutely lovely.

His cock, which hadn’t relaxed completely, perked right back up, and he lifted his duffle bag, shifting it in front of him, hoping it covered the sudden bulge in his pants. Saying good-bye to Ripply and his mother, Jeremy humped his bag up the rest of the drive, his cock bumping into the damn thing with every step.

Nathan chuckled behind him and fell into step with him, dragging Jeremy’s suitcase behind him. “She has that effect on me, too,” Nathan said quietly with a knowing look.

He shouldn’t look. He knew that. But he did look and, man, the tent in Nathan’s pants was impressive. A shiver ran down Jeremy’s spine at the sight, and his cock hardened even more. Damn, he was confused. He could understand why he got hard from looking at Rachel. She was cute and sweet, like the Noxzema girls on the commercials, and who wouldn’t want to make love to that? But what the hell was he doing, getting all fluttery and excited at the thought of another guy’s cock?

Nathan simply grinned at him and swaggered his way up the porch steps. He dropped the suitcase he was carrying, picking up his wife instead and grinding into her. “Nathan,” she gasped, slapping at his chest, “there are kids around. Put me down.”

Nathan placed her on her feet and smiled at him. “Jeremy, this is my wife, Rachel. Rach, this is Jeremy Reiner.”

Rachel reached out and took his hand, shaking it with a surprisingly firm grip. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Jeremy replied. She had incredible hands. The palms were small and soft and just the feel of them against his skin was enough to drive him wild. He pulled his hand away guiltily. His team captain had invited him to stay until he had the lay of the land, not lust after his wife.