Page 18 of Double Team

  I push him back, ignoring the yell of several of the camp counselors on the sidelines. “Did you screw her?” I growl.

  Aiden stumbles back a few feet, giving me a smug look. “Jealous?”

  I don’t wait for him to say anything else about Grace. I just rush him, knocking him to the ground hard.

  Grace is suddenly beside us, yelling loudly. “Noah and Aiden were just demonstrating a football play. Kids, take five. Or twenty. Counselors, can you find another activity to do? The players are going to practice and they’ll show you some plays later.” Before either of us can hit the other one, she squats down and glares at us, fire in her eyes. “Stand. The. Fuck. Up.”

  She punctuates each word with a sharp inhale of breath.

  Shit.

  I get up, adrenaline still coursing through my veins, but I don’t lay a hand on Aiden as he rises and wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, looking more smug than before.

  “You should get your anger under control, Noah,” he taunts.

  “Wait until later,” I warn.

  “No,” Grace snaps. “The two of you jackasses are going to turn around and wave at the kids and pat each other on the back. Then you’re going to laugh and pretend like you didn’t just try to start a fucking fistfight in front of a bunch of children who see you as role models.”

  Chastised, we do exactly as she directs, grinning like a couple of idiots and clapping each other on the back for show. When I lean in to slap Aiden on the back – extra-hard – he grins broadly and fake-laughs, all the while glaring at me. “Sorry you didn’t make your move on Grace before I did.”

  I lean in to bro-hug him, a fake smile plastered onto my face. “Later, I’m going to kill you,” I reply, my voice equally pleasant. "Maybe in your sleep."

  “Enough,” Grace says harshly. “Turn around and walk back to the ranch house like you’re not five-year-olds who have to be told to keep their hands to themselves.”

  Both of us walk silently toward the house with Grace behind us. Yeah, of course, the mature part of me feels like an asshole for getting into a fight with Aiden in the middle of a touch football game. The rest of me thinks I should have slugged him when I had the chance.

  When we reach the front door, Grace turns to her security detail. “There’s probably going to be yelling. A lot of yelling.”

  One of the agents looks like she’s almost about to crack a smile. “Roger that, ma’am,” she says. “If we hear screaming, we won’t assume you’re in distress.”

  Grace opens the door and walks inside without saying a word, her stride brisk, and we follow her through the living room. Okay, apparently she doesn’t want to have a conversation in the living room where there are seats.

  Nope, she’s going for the kitchen. Where there are knives.

  Aiden must be thinking the same thing because he raises his eyebrows as he looks at me. “Why don’t we get a drink, maybe a little chocolate, and talk about this like adults in the living room?”

  “A drink?” Grace asks. I think her nostrils are flaring. “Chocolate?”

  “What?” Aiden asks, putting his hands up. “I thought maybe, you know, you might want some chocolate since you’re kind of upset right now…”

  “Oh, shit.” I hear myself say the words aloud. Even I’m not dumb enough to say what I think he’s about to say.

  “Chocolate,” Grace says flatly. “Because why, exactly?”

  Oh God. I stare at Aiden with my eyes wide, trying to telegraph to him not to say what I think he’s about to say. Don’t say it, man. Say anything else. Say you think she might like chocolate because she’s looking a little thin. Or because you heard chocolate was good for you. Do not remotely suggest that she might have PMS.

  “Uh…”

  When Grace turns to look at him, I mouth the words “she’s too thin” and point at Grace. Aiden squints as he looks at me, obviously confused.

  “Did I say chocolate?” he asks. “I meant chocolate… syrup?”

  Nice save. I give him a thumbs-up.

  Grace glares at us with her hands on her hips for what seems like an eternity. “You got into it in front of my campers. Kids who look up to you.”

  “That was unfortunate,” Aiden admits.

  Shit, man. He’s worse than I am at apologizing. I didn’t think that was even possible.

  “We’re sorry about the football game,” I say.

  “If it helps, I’m positive that the kids really believed we were just practicing plays,” Aiden chimes in.

  “No. That does not help.” Grace looks like she’s fuming. The problem is that when she’s fuming, she looks really hot. A couple of pieces of hair fall out of her ponytail and she pushes them furiously back in place, but they tumble down again, irritating her more. Her cheeks are flushed and she’s breathless as she looks back and forth between us.

  I think she might be really angry until she pauses for a second, pulling her lower lip between her teeth as she catches her breath. It’s the same thing she did before, when she and I collided in the hall and she looked at me like she wanted me.

  “You’ve been acting like complete… idiots these past few days! Stupid adolescent pranks? Getting into a fight at a charity camp?!”

  “To be fair, the stupid adolescent pranks have been going on for a while,” I say, my eyes on hers as I step closer to her. I don’t give a shit about how mad she is anymore. All I can think about is how much I want her clothes on the floor.

  She puts her hands on her hips again. “So the pranks have absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the two of you have apparently decided that you need to act crazier and crazier because… I don’t know… you have some misguided notion that can impress me this way? Or you’re trying to actually drive me insane…?”

  “Maybe it’s the fact that you want us that’s driving you insane,” Aiden points out. He’s suddenly standing on the other side of her, just as close as I am to her but neither of us makes any kind of move on her. My eyes meet Aiden’s and something unspoken passes between us, a silent understanding that she’s either about to choose one of us, or… it's possible that she’s going to choose both.

  “Want you? Right now, I’m not even sure I like either of you!” Grace bursts, then pauses, inhaling deeply. “You are two of the most arrogant, juvenile, completely inappropriate men I’ve ever met. And you think that I’m going crazy because I’m lusting after you?!”

  “That’s right.” The words come out low in my throat, my own desire for this girl apparent even in my voice.

  “We think you’re lusting after both of us,” Aiden agrees, equally intense.

  Grace sucks in a deep breath, her hands going to each of our chests. She grips a fistful of our shirts, and I glance at Aiden, half-certain she’s about to push us way the hell away from her. Instead, she exhales heavily, closing her eyes. “Both of you,” she whispers. “And I can’t just… choose.”

  “Then don’t,” I say at the same time that Aiden says, “Okay.”

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  Grace

  “Okay.” I echo Aiden’s words, my voice a whisper because I’m not sure I actually heard either of them correctly. My hands are still there, paused as I grip Aiden and Noah’s shirts, unmoving because I’m terrified to do what I think I want to do next.

  I’m afraid of what it might mean.

  The President’s daughter does not have a threesome. She certainly does not have a threesome with two professional athletes. And she definitely does not have a threesome with two arrogant, frustrating, holy-crap-hot men in the middle of a kitchen during a charity camp while her two Secret Service agents are outside the house.

  “You don’t have to choose between us, because we both want you,” Noah growls.

  I inhale sharply, my palms unfurling before I even realize what I’m doing. Flattening my hands, I brush along their chests, my fingers exploring their muscular bodies over the thin fabric of their t-shirts.

  When I hear myself moan, it takes me

by surprise.

  So does what happens next.

  Noah reaches for me, gripping a handful of hair at the nape of my neck and pulling it back so that my face is angled toward his. “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes.” I barely breathe the word before his lips crash down on mine in a powerful, all-consuming kiss that overrides all of the uncertain thoughts in my head. I practically melt against him, losing track of everything as the world spins on its axis. The kiss seems to last forever, and when Noah finally pulls away, his hand still gripping my hair tightly, I’m breathless.

  I don’t have any other word except yes.

  I think I breathe the word again as Aiden moves to stand behind me, his lips near my ear and his hands on the sides of my hips. “Is this what you want, sugar?” The heat from his breath on my neck sends arousal rushing through my body, setting every part of me on edge. “Do you want both of our lips on you? Both of our hands on your body? Both of our cocks inside you?”

  Yes.

  Yes.

  Yes.

  Hearing him speak the words out loud makes them seem a million times filthier than even the dirtiest fantasies I’ve had of the three of us together. Even so, I don’t feel self-conscious as Aiden kisses his way down the side of my neck, his hands sliding around my waist, his fingertips under the waistband of my jeans. Before I know it, Aiden is lifting my shirt over my head and Noah’s hands are on my jeans, pulling the fabric down over my hips.

  They undress me right there in the kitchen until I’m standing between them wearing only my bra and panties.

  Noah kneels between my legs, his eyes heavy-lidded and his expression filled with lust. “I’ve been picturing you in my head, but those images don’t compare at all to what you look like right now.”

  “Is she wet?” Aiden’s voice is low in my ear, his hands cupping my breasts. He slides a finger inside the fabric of my bra, and my nipples immediately harden to his touch.

  Noah’s eyes don’t leave mine. “Are you wet, Grace?”

  I moan my response as his face disappears between my legs, the heat from his mouth radiating through my panties as he kisses me. He inhales deeply and groans. “I’ve definitely thought about this,” he murmurs, his voice muffled as he presses his lips against my clothed pussy. “She’s soaked. Right through her panties.”

  “Is that true, Grace?” Aiden whispers as he slowly removes my bra, his tongue teasing me, flicking over the place underneath my ear that makes me shiver.

  “Yes.” I barely choke out the word as Noah growls and tears my panties off my body, ripping them at the seams like an animal.

  Aiden’s hands replace the cups of my bra – holding, stroking, kneading my breasts. “Your tits are amazing, Grace. I can see why you wanted to keep them to yourself, Noah.”

  “He never had them,” I start.

  Noah interrupts, his voice gruff and angry. “I never had them the way Aiden does right now. But he never had this.” He grips my thighs, pulling me roughly forward as he buries his face between my legs. When his warm, wet mouth covers my pussy, I nearly lose my balance, but Aiden holds me up, pressing his erection against my ass cheek.

  I’m lost as Noah devours me. There’s no warm-up, no teasing or slow start to his movements. He’s all in, eating me like a starving man, his tongue stroking my clit, his groans sending vibrations through my pussy and thrills of arousal through my body.

  Aiden’s hands are everywhere, caressing my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples. When I reach behind me, palming his leg, searching desperately for his hardness with my hand because I want to feel him, he just laughs softly in my ear. “Not yet, sugar. This is all about you, so fucking enjoy it.”

  Two hot men making it all about me? I don’t know whose life I just stepped into, but this certainly isn’t mine.

  My head lolls back against Aiden’s chest and I surrender to their hands, to their fingers, to their mouths as they continue to bring me higher and higher, my breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps.

  Noah’s fingers are magic. He finds a spot inside me that makes my toes practically curl, and he strokes it gently as Aiden whispers dirty things in my ear. “Have you touched yourself, thinking about the three of us together?”

  I moan loudly before choking out the word “Yes,” barely coherent as Noah curses, his voice muffled as he sucks my clit.

  Aiden’s voice is a low rumble in my ear. “That day we were in your office, you weren’t fantasizing about me bending you over the office desk and fucking you, were you? You were thinking about both of us.”

  My groan gives me away.

  I grip Noah’s head as his fingers stroke me faster and his tongue swirls around my clit, trying to hang on to him because I’m afraid I’m losing control. I’m trying desperately not to explode this instant, but I’m already on the verge, brought so close so quickly.

  “Tell me, what did you think about? Was I fucking you from behind while Noah’s cock was in your mouth? Or was it the other way around?”

  Aiden’s fingers find my mouth and I’m taking them in, sucking them between my lips like it’s his cock. His other hand grips my ass cheek, and when he pushes a finger against my asshole, I’m too far gone to protest, too far gone to be self-conscious even though no man has ever done that before.

  Then he whispers. “I can’t wait to make this perfect, tight little asshole mine.”

  As soon as he speaks the words, I explode. None of my straight-laced, uber-conservative boyfriends have ever spoken that way to me before. I go soaring over a cliff, sent by Aiden’s finger against my tight hole, Noah’s tongue on my clit, and Noah’s fingers inside of me.

  I think I scream. I suck harder on Aiden’s fingers, trying to mute myself as I climax so hard I think I might faint.

  They don’t let me recover. I’m still coming as Noah slides his fingers from between my legs, my pussy throbbing at the absence of his touch. “No,” I beg. “Don’t stop what you were doing. Please.”

  Noah grins. “Please?” he asks. “You’re a hell of a lot more polite since you’ve just had an orgasm.”

  I try to glare at him but fail because my muscles are throbbing, my pussy still squeezing tightly over and over, and I don’t have the willpower to muster a stare.

  Noah smiles as he puts his wet fingers in his mouth, licking every drop of me from them as he groans. “You taste fucking perfect,” he declares. “You should taste her, Aiden.”

  I whimper, rendered barely incapable of words now, hardly able to hold my own weight because I think my legs have turned to jelly.

  “I think I will," Aiden says. Before I can consider what he’s doing, Aiden replaces Noah between my legs, touching his tongue gently to my swollen clit. I don’t know where to look – at Aiden’s rapturous expression as he begins to lick me, or at Noah as he stands a few feet away, pulling off his shirt and dropping it to the tile floor, his obvious erection tenting his pants as he watches us. “I jerked off thinking about exactly what you’d taste like, sugar. And it’s better than I imagined.”

  I moan as Aiden’s tongue laps me gently – probing me, exploring me as he licks every bit of my wetness. His movements are softer, more languid and slower than Noah’s. He’s taking his time with me, savoring every bit of it, not devouring me with the intensity Noah just did. It’s different from Noah but just as hot, and my body responds the way it did when Noah was between my legs – immediately, like it’s been waiting for the two of these men forever.

  This should feel so wrong. Not more than a few minutes ago, another man’s face was between my legs, another man’s tongue on my clit, his fingers buried deep inside me as I screamed my orgasm. But it doesn’t. Instead, it feels perfect.

  The throbbing emptiness gives way to overwhelming arousal again as Aiden’s tongue enters me. Aiden fucks me with his tongue, moving in and out where Noah’s fingers were a few moments ago. I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.

  Oh my God. I’m already close to coming a second tim

e.

  But I stop myself. “No,” I whisper. I think the orgasm might have made me bold. Or crazy. Probably both. That’s the only explanation for why I say what I do right now. “I want more… I need more than your mouths on me.”

  As the words leave my mouth, my heart pounds wildly in my chest, even as the fearful part of me reminds me again that First Daughters don’t have sex with multiple football players. They have lights-out, missionary-style, good-girl sex with their long-term boyfriends who are Wall Street legends, or prominent attorneys, or independently wealthy billionaires.

  But then Aiden pulls away from me, standing to disrobe, and he and Noah are both in front of me naked and the fearful thoughts are