Broken Play (20 page)

“Pull out, Danny,” Beau said, his tone urgent. “Until I'm in. She's tight.”

Danny pulled out and she moaned but Cass wouldn't let her go, wouldn't stop kissing her. She was powerless, held between the three men, and she felt another orgasm coming, even without Danny inside her, even with the slight sting of Beau's entry. She cried out into Cass's mouth and Beau pushed all the way in, forcing himself through her contracting muscles, heightening her pleasure.

“Now,” Beau told Danny sharply. “While she's still coming.” Beau controlled her hips, pushing her back down on Danny's cock as he pulled out. “Like that. You, then me, then you again.”

“I got it,” Danny said, his voice so rough and broken she barely understood him. “God, I can feel you.” He thumped his head back on the table, closed his eyes and bit his lip as Beau pulled her hips up and onto him. It was a rhythm she had come to crave, two men inside her, filling her completely.

“Damn,” Tom said. “She really, really likes that, doesn't she?”

“She does,” Beau said, running his hand down her back from the nape of her neck to her ass. “So do I.”

“Is that a request?” Cass asked against her lips, kissing her with his words.

“Yes,” Beau said in his forthright way. “I want you to be a part of it.”

“If I fuck you, I'll control it. You know I will. I'm just that way,” Cass told him. Danny bucked beneath her, pushing her up into Beau and she groaned.

“Danny likes that idea,” Tom said. She glanced up and saw him watching them all with avid curiosity. “I like it, too. I want to see it.”

“Why?” Cass asked him.

“Because you make it all seem so…normal. And because someday I want to say I had a fivesome and all five were fucking at the same time.” He frowned. “Does giving me head qualify as fucking?”

“For tonight it does,” Cass told him. “I don't think you're ready for more yet, rookie.”

“This is a lot to process,” Tom agreed. “Damn, Tyler. I'm going to come too soon if you deep throat me like that.”

“I don't think Tyler cares,” she said with a laugh. Tyler was pretty lost in holding on to Danny and blowing Tom.

“I can pretty much guarantee that when Cass makes me come, you're going to come,” Beau told Tom. “And I'm not ashamed to say I'm probably going to be the first to come. I've been hot for this all day. Personally, I can't believe Danny hasn't come yet.”

“It takes a lot of concentration, man,” Danny gasped. “Get fucked so I can come. And don't fuck Tyler. I don't want him to let go. Also, I'll kill anyone who ever speaks of this again.” They all laughed because he wasn't really in a position to be making demands.

“Watch and learn,” Cass told Tom. He climbed up on the table and knelt behind Beau, pushing him forward until he was braced on his arms over Marian, pressing her and Danny closer together. She couldn't see what he was doing after that, but Beau took a deep breath and then let it out in a rush. “Tell him, Beau,” Cass said. “Tell him how it feels.”

“So fucking good,” Beau groaned. “That's how it feels. One of my favorite things is to fuck Marian while Cass fucks me. God!” he cried out, thrusting hard into Marian.

“I'm going to set the pace,” Cass growled. “You and Danny better keep up. Marian, let me know if it's too much.”

“All right.” She struggled to answer because she was going to that place were words weren't easy anymore. She felt drunk on what they were doing. But she knew Cass would stop until she'd answered him. He always made her own her pleasure like that.

Cass fucked Beau into her and Danny pulled out, then they did it again. Cass kept increasing the pace and pushing them all harder, and it became intense and sweaty and very, very real. So far it had felt like a dream, living the fantasy. Now it felt like she was getting fucked—hard and fast and deep—by five guys. Tom and Tyler might not be part of it in the same way as everyone else, but they were there in the moment with them. They were connected to what they were doing through Tyler's hands, holding Danny down. She looked up, panting, to see Danny still gripping Tyler's wrists tightly. They were both holding on so tightly. What was Danny thinking right now? His eyes were closed and sweat was running down his temple. Had they done the right thing, making him acknowledge the desires he'd been fighting for so long?

“Marian,” Beau said in that breathless, strained voice he got when he was about to come.

“Yes,” she told him, knowing she was going to come again. How could she not, when they were making her feel so good, so special, making her the center of it all, of everything? “Yes, all of us. Yes.”

Suddenly Tom moved behind Tyler and Marian saw him reach around, between Tyler's legs. Tyler moaned. “Thank you,” he said, clearly relieved and grateful. “Rub on my ass,” he panted over his shoulder. “Come on me, it's okay.”

“It better be okay,” Tom said, “because it is so going to happen. Hurry up, Beau.”

He was too late. Beau had started coming inside her. She could feel it, felt how hard he was, how deep, the pulse of his orgasm. She let out a little scream as ecstasy clenched her vagina around Danny and she rode the waves of it, rode him. Danny shouted, thrusting his hips up rapidly a few more times before his back arched and he groaned. Tyler joined him, hanging his head as he made a little whimpering sound.

“That's it,” Tom said, grunting as Tyler rocked forward to the beat of Tom's hips against him. Then Tom grabbed Tyler's hair and held him tightly, pulling his head back. Tom threw his head back and bit his lip as he came silently all over Tyler's back, every muscle frozen. Then they were all panting and shaky, the only sound in the room that of Cass's hips meeting Beau's ass as he fucked him, still.

“Now,” Cass said between clenched teeth. “Now.” Then he thrust deep into Beau and held himself there. His arms were shaking and Beau reached back and put his hand over Cass's on his hip.

After Cass's orgasm it seemed as if everyone just sort of collapsed on the table. Marian lay there sprawled across Danny as Beau rubbed his hand absently over her back.

“That was really sort of amazing and wonderful,” she said when she could talk again. “Just as great as I always thought it would be.”

“It was,” Danny whispered into her hair. “Thank you.”

Cass ran the comb through Marian's wet hair while she yawned. The other guys had left, Tom and Tyler promising to get Danny home safe and sound. Danny was still pretty strung out from what had happened. Marian was sitting on a little stool in the bathroom in front of what she'd called a vanity. He'd always wondered what that little alcove was for. He and Beau just figured it was for decoration. But as soon as Marian sat in it he'd known it was for her. Thank God no other woman had ever sat there.

“I'm sorry I don't have a brush,” he said, pulling the comb gently through a tangle.

“You shouldn't brush wet hair,” she said sleepily. “A comb is better.”

“Good to know,” he said. In the mirror he watched Beau step out of the shower behind them. Beau grabbed a towel and began drying himself off, unaware that Cass was watching. Then Cass noticed Marian was watching Beau, too. Of course she was. Who wouldn't?

“He's gorgeous, isn't he?” he whispered.

“Yes, he is,” she said with a smile. “I like that, that you both understand what I see in the other. It's sort of a shortcut.”

“A shortcut?” Cass asked.

“Mm-hmm,” she said. “To understanding each other, to knowing each other.”

“You know I think Beau is sex on a stick, so that means you know me?”

“Yep.”

He waited for more, but that was all she said.

He crouched behind her chair, looking at her in the mirror over her shoulder. Beau came up behind them, a towel wrapped around his waist. Cass could see him clearly in the mirror, too. “Do you really know me?” he asked quietly. “If you did, you'd know I love you. The same way I love him. Tonight was about that. Did you get that? Giving you both what you needed like that completed me. I've never been more satisfied. I need you both, so much. I know I'm the one who always steps in and starts ordering everyone around, but the truth is you own me. Both of you. If you want me, that is.”

“You know I do,” Beau said. “I never thought I'd love anyone else ever. Just you. And I thought that I'd never be able to tell you about it.” He looked at Marian. “But when I met you I realized I was wrong. You make me a better man, a stronger one. A man who was strong enough to tell Cass how I felt. To tell you how I feel.”

“How do you feel?” she whispered.

“I love you,” Beau said. “Same as Cass.” He pointed between him and Cass. “This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't come into our lives. I'm convinced of that.”

“Why?” she asked. She looked genuinely confused, almost distraught over the question.

“We would have just never connected in that way,” Beau said. He heaved a frustrated sigh. “I suppose I would've continued to be dependent on him and he would have continued to take care of me, until I lost myself completely and became the victim everyone else saw.”

“I didn't see you that way,” Cass argued, turning to face him. “But you're right. What we had before Marian was not a healthy relationship of equals.” He closed his eyes, embarrassed at his next confession. “I liked it. I liked having someone need me as much as you needed me.” He opened his eyes again was relieved Beau didn't seem shocked or appalled. “But I know now you still need me, just in a different way. You don't need me to take care of you anymore. But you want me to.”

“Yes,” Beau said. “That's right. I like knowing you're in my corner.” He gave him a lopsided grin and then looked at Marian. “But it was you, Marian, who brought out the old Beau. The confidence, the self-assurance. Because you wanted me. You didn't want to take care of me, you expected me to take care of myself and to perform to the best of my ability without being my crutch.” He looked at Cass. “No offense.”

“None taken,” Cass said honestly. “You're right. I couldn't help it. It was instinctual.”

“I do want you,” Marian said. “And I don't know about this other Beau you keep talking about, the one with no confidence, the victim. I've never met him.”

“I know,” Beau said simply. “And that's why I love you.”

“We should be together, Marian,” Cass whispered. “The three of us. You know it.”

Marian bit her lip before she sighed. “I do know it. I love you both. I'm not afraid of that anymore. I'm not afraid to love and trust someone. And my life is richer with you two in it.” Cass kissed her shoulder, relief swamping him. “But what happened tonight? I'm not sure I'm going to want that again. I don't think I need it again.”

“Then neither do I,” Cass assured her. “What made it special for us was giving that to you.”

“Then you'll move in here?” Beau asked, still standing where he was. “No more sneaking around? No more doubts?”

“Oh, I have doubts,” Marian said with a laugh. “The press is going to have a field day with us. This is not going to help the Rebels' public image.”

“Fuck the public,” Cass said roughly. “This is our business, our life, our happiness.”

“I know that,” she said, reaching over her shoulder and touching his cheek. “I know this is it, this is my second chance, my best chance, to find the kind of happiness I've always dreamed about. I'm not going anywhere. But you need to be prepared for what's coming.”

“What's coming is the best years of our lives,” Cass said, “starting with this one.” He stood up and then pulled her up from the stool and spun her around so that she was between him and Beau. Beau tossed his towel away and pulled Marian back against him. “This season is our season, Marian,” Cass told her. “The Rebels are a crazy lot of misfits and rejects and we're going to make them into a team. A real team. A winning team. And we're going to show them that being different doesn't mean you can't be happy.” He put his hands on her waist and kissed her softly. “We're going to show them what happiness really is.”

“Being a Rebel,” she said with a sexy smile. “Happiness is being a Rebel.”

“I couldn't have put it better myself,” Cass whispered. He kissed her, and when Beau's mouth joined his, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to kiss them together.

This is for my husband, as they all are. For not complaining about bad dinners, missed appointments, or all my football questions during the writing of this book.

I would like to thank my dear friend, football aficionado Julie Parkinson, for all her help with the football research. Also, Howie Long and
Football for Dummies
. Special thanks go out to Kim Killion for her spectacular design skills and the Birmingham Rebels logo. Thanks to all the readers who have been enthusiastically anticipating this new series. Thank you to my wonderful editor, Sue Grimshaw; publisher Gina Wachtel; the wonderful PR and marketing department; and everyone else at Random House for all their help and support. And thanks to the NFL for being such a gold mine of potential erotic romance stories.