But then I rewind to the moment when I turned the corner and heard Chase say he knew Ryker was into me, and then when Chase admitted the same to Ryker.

  Yes, I’ve heard enough to do this.

  Maybe nights like that do happen if you take a chance. Maybe nights like that happen to impulsive people. To women who adopt three-legged dogs, apply for jobs at bookstores when their only prior experience is running an online book club, and who steal ex’s VIP tickets.

  I never thought I’d want two guys to throw me on a bed. But now I can’t get these wild ideas out of my mind.

  Do it.

  My throat is dry with nerves so I motion that I want to sit down. Chase pops up, and I slide into the booth next to Ryker once more. I take a quick sip of my water. Chase returns in seconds, and once I’m there between them, the air is charged. The energy is crackling. You’re the impulsive one. “So about my idea,” I say, my heart beating so fast.

  Chase swallows visibly.

  Ryker breathes out hard. “What’s your idea?” he rasps, sex in his voice.

  You held up a sign at the game. Hold up your own damn sign. Fly your flag, girl.

  Deep breath. “I do think you should be my orgasm matchmakers,” I blurt out, somehow getting that out without dying of embarrassment.

  “Elaborate,” Ryker says, surprising me by speaking first. There’s fire in his eyes though. Perhaps that’s stoking him.

  Me too.

  I look to the golden-haired guy, then the bearded one, emboldened by my twin desires for them. “What if…the two of you showed me what it’s like to have an everything bagel instead of a plain one?”

  Then, so there isn’t any confusion, I set my right hand on Ryker’s big thigh, then my left hand on Chase’s.

  Ryker inhales a sharp breath. Chase lets out a low moan.

  Then I add, “Both of you.”

  There’s silence for several long seconds. A heady, buzzy silence. Chase covers my hand with his. That has to be a good sign. But he doesn’t squeeze my fingers, or thread them together. Instead, he turns his face to me, his eyes serious. “The thing is…Samuels and I made a deal that we won’t let a woman come between us,” he says.

  Oh shit. Oh no.

  What was I thinking, putting myself out there like this? Real bright, Trina. Go to a sports game for the first time and proposition two athletes. They probably get kinky sex offers like this all the time.

  “And we’re sticking to it,” Ryker says, sealing my fate as a complete and utter idiot. Has anyone ever misread a situation worse than I did?

  They think I’m a puck bunny. I am a puck bunny.

  Like I’ve been burned, I rip my hands off them, feeling stupider than I did when Jasper made up the world’s worst lies about his infidelity. Because this moment is all my fault. I could have prevented this awful feeling by, oh gee, I don’t know, not asking a completely ridiculous question of two guys who are literally required to entertain me tonight as part of a press event.

  They didn’t take me out by choice.

  They had to.

  I botched this big time. I need to apologize. Then, ideally, grow wings and fly far, far away and snuggle with my dog on the couch and never people again.

  I lower my gaze, clutch my phone, grab my purse, and get ready to make a quick escape.

  “No big deal,” I say, forcing out a laugh as I’m staring at my hands, and I get the strange sensation they’re mouthing something to each other over my head. Guy code, or whatever. Still, I need to go. “I was just having fun. Sorry I said it. It’s nothing. Didn’t even mean it.”

  Ryker cuts in. “Whoa.”

  “Whoa what?”

  He doesn’t look at me though. He looks at Chase, and a sliver of a smile forms. “The way I see it, this is one of those logic problems with a very easy answer, Weston.”

  Chase trades a smile of his own. “What do you know? I was thinking the same thing, Samuels.”

  What are they talking about? I look to one, then the other, trying to read them.

  Chase’s grin widens as he mirrors me now, sliding a hand down my thigh, making my skin hotter. I hold my breath, daring to let dirty hope rise again. “Sharing wouldn’t break that pact, would it, Samuels?”

  Their friendship is so important that they prioritize it with a pact. That’s admirable, and sexy too.

  “But sharing’s okay?” I ask, on the edge of my seat.

  “The way I see it, sharing is caring,” Ryker says, and I go up in flames.

  “I mean, you’d definitely be coming between us,” Chase says, his voice loaded with heat.

  “You good with that, Trina?” Ryker asks, brushing his fingers down my arm, to my wrist, over the top of my palm.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m very, very good with it,” I say breathily.

  What are they doing to me? I feel like I’m vibrating. I’m a tuning fork between them. I wait for them to make the next move.

  And they do.

  Right here in the booth, Chase leans in and dusts a kiss to my hair. Ryker brushes his beard across my cheek.

  “Come between us,” Chase says, all silky smooth.

  “Very, very soon,” Ryker adds, in that gravelly tone.

  I’m melting by the time they pay the bill, and so ready to have an everything bagel.

  9

  THE SHARING LOOPHOLE

  Ryker

  There are pacts and then there are provisos. Loopholes, if you will. This sharing loophole is the best motherfucking proviso of all time.

  As Trina hangs back to text her friend, Chase and I pay the bill at the counter. No need to beat around the bush, so while I’m waiting for the attendant to return with my credit card, I pull Chase aside to ask the blunt question. “Since she’s never done this before, you got an idea of how you want this to go?”

  Even though we’re open in the post-Abby era about who we’re seeing, we’ve never done a chapter-and-verse rundown of our past experiences, nor do I want to. That shit is personal. He hasn’t needed to know I’ve had a few three-ways. I’ve always been the third party though—the guy invited into an existing couple for one night, usually to blow a woman’s mind for her birthday or something. Worked for me since they didn’t involve entanglements.

  And in those cases, I took the cues from the two of them, since they’d often have mapped out how they wanted me to play with her.

  That worked for me too. I don’t want to be the center of attention—not before or after a hockey game, and not in the bedroom either. But I do want the woman I’m with to feel spectacular.

  “I’m thinking,” Chase answers, then he’s quiet for a minute, staring off into the distance. Even though we don’t play on the same team now, we have in the past. That’s the look he gets in his eyes before he takes the lead on the ice or in the locker room.

  After he blows out a breath, he turns back to me, confident, certain. “I have a few ideas about how this can play out, depending on what she wants. Overall, the way I see it in my head, it’s gotta be like scoring in hockey. Sometimes you get the assist, and sometimes you score the goal. We’ll just trade off.”

  “And blow her brains out for the win,” I say with a decisive nod.

  “Twice.”

  I scoff. “Don’t set the bar so low, Weston. She needs more Os than there are dudes.”

  “Good point. Let’s do it,” he says, and we trade a few more ideas for the rest of the night.

  Like in hockey, you need a game plan for a three-way, and also ground rules.

  And we need to know what she wants and doesn’t want.

  Once we’re in the limo, I don’t take the sideway bench again. I sit next to her so she can be between us, right where she clearly wants to be. “We should set the GRs,” I say, diving right into the business of pleasure.

  Trina nods a few times, her eyes wide, maybe with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Both are hot. I can’t wait to make her forget her worries and just let go in bed.

  But the driver’s lowering the partition. “Excuse me for interrupting. Where did you want me to take you now?”

  Oh, right. A destination would be helpful. Trina said she was staying with a friend. “I’m having my floors done tomorrow, so I had to move a bunch of furniture around. My place is out,” I say, since I hate messes. Don’t want to bring a woman home to see one. That’s just rude.

  Chase gives the guy the address to his place in Pacific Heights, then raises the partition and tilts his head, looking Trina’s way. “Ground rules. Ladies first.”

  Trina parts her shiny lips—she’s reapplied her gloss—but she’s uncharacteristically quiet. I don’t think it’s from a lack of things to say. Based on how wide her green eyes are, I suspect her brain is popping with filthy images.

  “Well, I guess the first is…are you two into touching each other?” There’s no agenda in her question—just curiosity.

  And it’s a good question. But easy to answer. “Nope,” I say, at the same time that Chase answers with a “No. That cool with you?”

  It’s not accusatory. He’s just feeling her out.

  “Totally cool,” she says, her tone light. “I mean, if you’d wanted to do that, it’d be fine. But I’m okay being the…”

  “Center of attention,” I supply.

  She dips her face. “Yes.”

  “You will be,” Chase says confidently. “Tonight is all about you. Every dirty fantasy. We’ll give it to you. Isn’t that right, Samuels?”

  I tuck a finger under her chin, making her meet my eyes. “Don’t be shy. Say what you want. Makes me hard hearing it.”

  “Yeah, it’s fucking hot when you tell us what you want us to do,” Chase adds, and when Trina shudders, I can already tell she loves being surrounded by us, bodies and words.

  She turns to me, looking up from behind those sexy glasses, then reaches a hand to stroke my beard. Fuck yes, her hand feels good. I let out a low moan.

  “This beard turns me on,” she says in a whisper, seeming kind of awestruck.

  And I have a damn good feeling what she wants me to do with it. “You want to feel it on your thighs?” I ask, then whisk my jawline against her face for a hot second. “When I spread your legs apart and devour you?”

  Her breath catches. And she gives a desperate “yes” then switches her attention to Chase and looks down at his hand, clasping her fingers through his. “Your hands turn me on,” she adds, sounding a little mesmerized.

  She wriggles her hips back and forth, her left one against me, her right one against him. “Feeling both of you really gets me going,” she says.

  “Someone wants to be surrounded by men,” I observe.

  “I do,” she says.

  Jesus, she is a filthy delight. And I am on fire in here.

  I’m so damn ready to lean in and taste that pretty little mouth. To catch her moans and sighs on my tongue while getting her all worked up with my hands, and his hands, roaming over her lush curves.

  But she sets a hand on my chest, the other on Chase’s. “I don’t know that I’m ready for a full man-wich though,” she says.

  I snort-laugh.

  Chase cracks up too.

  Trina lifts her chin faux demurely. “From what I’ve read, you kind of need to work up to it. Also, I’ve never—”

  She stops, like her words are stuck.

  Chase, such a helpful dude, finishes the thought. “Had a dick up your ass at the same time a cock’s buried in your sweet, wet pussy?” His straightforward tone is the same one he used when telling the driver where to go, and it’s borderline hilarious hearing dirty words said like take a left, then a right.

  “Well, Mister Filthy,” she says, bestowing a new nickname. “Just like we didn’t play Ping-Pong tonight, I’ve never played double ding-dong. Or taken a—” She stops, her lips quirking up, her sexy gaze drifting to my straining erection, then to his obvious hard-on. “A firehose up the ass.”

  I drop another kiss on her cheek. “Good job using those fancy words,” I say dryly.

  Chase runs the back of his knuckles along her cheek, and says, “There’s a whole list of items you can order off the Two Dudes Menu besides a double dicking. Let me handle the list.”

  “Like you’re giving me the chef’s special,” she says.

  That works for me too—Chase directing the scene.

  But what works even better is when Trina pants out a feathery, “Can you guys just kiss me now? I’m dying here.”

  When Chase looks my way, his smile disappears. He’s all business. “Kiss her, good and slow, and get her wet.”

  Yeah, I had a feeling he’d give the orders I want. For me to go first. Trina turns her face to me, her lips parted. She licks them, and I cup her cheek, stroking my thumb firmly along her jaw, teasing her, making her sigh.

  A few hours ago, I slid into this car, annoyed. Cursing the rest of the night. I hated wanting her so much.

  Now, with her heart and her charm and her beautiful boldness, I’m amped up in a whole new way, busting with white-hot determination to make her scream. I brush my lips against hers, and when she makes a sound of surprise, I deepen the kiss. I run my tongue along the plumpness of her shiny bottom lip, teasing it with gentle bites.

  She moans with each one. With a soft exhale, she parts her lips farther and as she does, a little gasp radiates from the back of her throat. The sound rolls down my body, sparking flames everywhere. She’s so delicate under me, so soft and pliant as I get to know her lips.

  As I take my time exploring her mouth, I sense rather than see Chase’s hand. He’s running his fingers down the side of her neck. She shudders, and that’s even sexier. The kiss grows hotter as I mirror him, letting go of her face, dragging my hand down her throat, over her chest, teasing at her full tits.

  She gasps into my mouth as I reach the top of her breasts. I open my eyes, and wow. She’s kiss-drunk, those green eyes sparkling with longing.

  “Work her over, Samuels,” Chase tells me, talking over Trina, and she arches her back.

  She fucking likes it when we talk about her. So do I. So does my buddy. But I like to do my own thing too. I don’t entirely follow his orders. Before I return to her tempting mouth, I rub my beard against her cheek, drawing out gasps and shivers.

  “Mmm. I just can’t decide how I’m going to eat you. If I’m going to spread you out on the bed and bury my face between your legs.” A drag of my scruff. “Or push you against the wall and get down on my knees.” A rub of my chin against her cheek.

  “Draping one leg over your shoulder,” Chase adds, getting into the seductive rhythm of the image I’m painting.

  “Or get on my back and tell you to sit on my face,” I muse with one more brush of my stubble against her.

  With a plaintive moan, she leans her head back, stretching her neck. “Kiss me,” she demands in the sexiest, neediest whisper ever.

  Chase takes over, kissing her swollen lips while I slide a hand over the fabric of her jersey, cupping one breast firmly. Chase kneads the other.

  And our girl? She’s squirming in the seat. As she gets lost in his kiss, I slide a hand between her legs. She presses into my palm, urgently and hungrily, clearly wanting more of what we’re giving her.

  We’re going to overwhelm her with pleasure tonight.

  I tease at the button on her jeans as he kisses her till they’re both panting for breath. As I undo one button and rub my rough fingers along her soft flesh, Trina finally pulls away from him. Her eyes are bright. “When we get to Chase’s place,” she begins, as she catches her breath.

  “Yeah, baby?” he asks.

  A look at me. A look at him. A breath. “Don’t tell me what’s coming. Just surprise me.”

  Yeah, I don’t hate this fan event anymore.

  10

  SECRET UP MY SLEEVES

  Trina

  When the door shuts to Chase’s spacious home on a picturesque block of California Street, I don’t know what to expect from this night with them. And that thrills me. I’m on edge, my cells crackling with electricity.

  Quickly, shoes vanish, socks disappear, and we all drop jackets on a chair by the door. Chase guides me through the wide open living room, with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over San Francisco.

  Sex with a view. Yes, please.

  But is that on the menu? Are they starting on the couch? What will they do to me there? My pulse soars in excitement.

  “Put her up against the wall. Kiss her neck. Take off those jeans. I’ll play some tunes,” Chase says carelessly to Ryker.

  I shudder. The way Chase has it all mapped out, and tosses his directions so casually half makes me wonder if he’s done this before. But mostly I don’t care if he has. All I care about now is them and me.

  Those ten minutes in the limo were the hottest of my life. I can’t imagine—truly I can’t—how it could get better.

  But I think it will and I am here for it.

  The lights are low, shadowing exposed brick walls. “Take off your glasses. Get your hands against the wall,” Ryker tells me.

  I slide off my red frames and put them on a table. I can see well enough without them. When I glance at him, I can tell his blue eyes radiate dirty deeds. I want what he has to give so I spin around, following his orders.

  Advancing closer, he crowds me against the brick wall. Clasping my wrists, he slides my arms up along the brick, kissing my neck as he pins me effortlessly.

  I’m at his mercy, and he wraps one strong hand around both my wrists. Do I have a kink for being bound?

  Girl, you’re about to be screwed senseless by two men. You have more kinks than you ever knew.

  And I want these hockey stars to unlock them all for me.

  Dropping my head, I savor every second of bliss. “Mmm,” I murmur as Ryker lays kiss after hungry kiss on the back of my neck.

  Music starts from somewhere, a low pulsing bass as Ryker gets down on his knees, reaches his big hands around me and unbuttons, then peels down my jeans.