Two Jocks Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance Read online

  Kade sets her back on her feet. I take her hand and spin her around. Her lips crash into mine and her taste sinks deep into me.

  Tracey-Ann is a part of me now. She’s a part of my life and Kade’s life. Now that we have her back I’m going to make sure we never let her go again.

  Tracey-Ann tugs at my shirt. “I want you both,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Can we go somewhere?”

  I pull her hips closer to mine. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

  She wrinkles her nose. “We can’t do anything here today. The floor monitor does her rounds almost every afternoon. She’s got room keys, and as she’s a real prude, there’s no way she’ll let us off the hook if she finds us making out…or more than making out.”

  Kade presses his hand against her lower back. “We’ll take you to the house.”

  We don’t need any more communication. Kade and I each take one of Tracey-Ann’s hands and lead her to the truck. A few people pass us. They might be wondering just why Kade and I are holding the same girl’s hand, but let them wonder. Tracey-Ann is ours. I don’t care what anyone thinks. Sharing her with my best friend is half of what makes this whole thing good.

  Tracey-Ann hunkers between the two of us in the truck’s cab. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and hug her tight. She relaxes into my chest. The tires whir along the road. The early spring sun shines. Everything is good and right.

  At the house, we fly from the truck. Kade opens the door and goes through first. I lift Tracey-Ann and pull her against my chest. My feet hit something and I stumble around the bags Kade and I left on the floor.

  Kade leads the way up the stairs and I follow with Tracey-Ann. His room is the closest one. He nudges the door open and I rush across the floor.

  I let Tracey-Ann go. She falls onto the mattress with her hands still around my neck. I collapse onto her and hungrily devour her mouth. It’s been too long since I’ve tasted her lips and tongue. I don’t think I’ll ever stop kissing her.

  “Don’t hog her,” Kade complains.

  Tracey-Ann smiles against my mouth. “Yeah, Connor,” she teases. “Share me. Don’t hog me.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.” I run my hands across Tracey-Ann’s shoulders and roll off of her.

  Kade takes my place. He cups the sides of Tracey-Ann’s head and kisses her. She sighs under him and pushes her hands underneath his shirt. My dick stirs and comes to life. Desire electrifies my whole body.

  Kade ambles off of Tracey-Ann. We get to work undressing her. With each article of clothing that gets removed, my dick gets stiffer. She lays stretched out in front of us, her tight, firm body better than I remember.

  Her lashes flutter and she smiles up at me. She’s completely ours. Finally.

  Kade stands and rips his shirt off. I follow suit. My clothes fall to the ground in a heap. I kick them out of the way and press my legs against the side of the bed. Tracey-Ann rolls onto her stomach and reaches for me. Her fingers wrap around my cock and delicately move stroke my shaft. I bite my lip and swallow a groan. Pleasure shakes me like an earthquake.

  Tracey-Ann strokes my dick faster. Kade climbs onto the bed and smacks her round ass. She yelps and wiggles against the bed. Kade clasps both cheeks and roughly massages them. Tracey-Ann's mouth opens in silent pleasure.

  Kade pushes her ass open and shoves his face between the two soft mountains of flesh. She cries out loud and shuts her eyes tight. He eats her out while squeezing her ass cheeks. Her grip on my dick gets tighter. I reach down and run my fingers through her hair.

  “God,” Tracey-Ann moans.

  My fingers jerk in her hair. I want her curves in my hands and her mouth on my dick.

  “On the floor,” I say.

  Her eyes pop open and she looks questioningly at me.

  Kade lifts his face. “On the floor,” he agrees. “On your knees.”

  Tracey-Ann lets go of my dick and climbs off the bed. Her nipples are dark and surrounded by bumps. A bit of liquid glimmers against the inside of her thigh.

  “You want us bad,” I say.

  Tracey-Ann runs her teeth over her bottom lip and nods. She gets on the carpet next to me and waits. It’s the most submissive she’s ever been. It makes my pulse hammer at the speed of light and my sack tighten.

  Kade comes and stands on Tracey-Ann’s other side. Our dicks point straight towards her. She looks from me to Kade.

  “Take them,” he barks.

  She takes our dicks at once and lethargically pumps them. Kade’s breathing speeds up. He throws his head back and clutches her shoulder.

  Tracey-Ann’s lips kiss the tip of my dick. She turns and gives Kade’s cock the same attention.

  Back and forth between the two of us she goes. Each time she gets to our dicks she takes them into her mouth a bit more. Soon she’s swallowing us whole. She bobs her head on Kade’s cock then draws her mouth off of it and switches to mine.

  Saliva coats my dick. I tremble with ecstasy. I want to spew my load all over Tracey-Ann. I want to coat her with my stickiness while Kade does the same. She’s ours and no one else’s. It’s time we claimed her body for real.

  Tracey-Ann takes a break and gathers her breathing. I seize the opportunity and lift her up to put her on the bed. Her limbs splay out and she gazes up at me.

  Kade grabs her hips and pulls them down to the edge of the bed. He holds her there and licks her pussy. Sucking noises fill the room. Tracey-Ann digs her fingers into the blanket beneath her.

  I put my knees on either side of her torso and anchor down. Tracey-Ann reaches up for my cock but I thrust it forward instead. I slip it between her thick tits. Soft skin caresses the sides of my girth. Tracey-Ann helps me out by pushing her tits together. They bulge around my dick. I lean as forward as I can and fuck her breasts.

  Pre-cum trickles out of my dick and lands on Tracey-Ann’s chest. I climb off of her and lay down on the bed. Kade leaves his spot between her thighs and gets on the bed next to me. He reaches his arms out for her and she eagerly crawls over.

  Taking Tracey-Ann around the waist, Connor turns her around. He spits on his fingers and rubs the liquid along her holes. She squats further down, eager to get him inside of her. He guides her ass down and onto his cock. A thick groan rips from Tracey-Ann as she lowers herself onto his rod.

  He pulls her back against his shoulder. With his cock buried inside her at an angle, she’s at the perfect position. He grabs her thighs and pulls them back towards the headboard.

  I get onto my knees in front of the two of them and pump my dick. Tracey-Ann tosses her head back. Her dark hair falls in a mess around both her and Kade’s faces. He thrusts up into her and she drops against his shoulder.

  Still on my knees, I edge my way between their mess of legs. I trail my finger over Tracey-Ann's clit and take a moment to enjoy the way my touch makes her shiver. Her pussy lips gleam with her juices. I take two fingers and stretch them wide. Her exposed channel contracts and loosens.

  Kade drives evenly up and into her. Her body bounces on his cock and soft cries leave her lips.

  Kade lets go of one leg to stroke a nipple. Tracey-Ann twists herself more towards him. Her tit grazes his mouth. He clamps his lips around the nipple and sucks.

  I slide my dick into her pink pussy. Satin walls wrap around me. My eyes shut tight and I throw my head back with a groan.

  I open my eyes and watch Tracey-Ann. Sweat shines on her tits and her lips are swollen and red. Kade and I methodically pump into her. We fall into a rhythm, our dicks moving in and out at the same time.

  My balls tighten and slap against the thin spot between Tracey-Ann’s holes. Her pussy squeezes me and sucks me in deeper. Pleasure travels from my dick to my toes.

  Tracey-Ann’s head drops against Kade’s. She whimpers long and low. An orgasm shakes her. It rattles against my dick and seems to enter me. I pull out of her and explode on her stomach. Thick white cum flies across her abs and hits the bottom of her tits.

  Kade pulls h
er legs closer to him. He thrusts into her with a new speed. He groans and releases.

  I fall back onto my haunches. Tracey-Ann collapses against Kade’s chest and he steadies her there.

  We’ve completely claimed her. With our seed all over and inside her, she’s ours. No one else’s.

  Tracey-Ann whimpers in exhaustion. “Oh wow,” she breathlessly murmurs.

  I climb off the bed. My calf muscles ache and my head pounds. Kade gingerly sits up, Tracey-Ann still pressed against him. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says into her neck.

  He passes her to me. I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Kade turns on the shower and gets it the right temperature. I put Tracey-Ann on her feet under the spray and we join her.

  The shower just fits the three of us. Kade and I sandwich Tracey-Ann between us. We cup water in our hands and wash her stomach, shoulders, and back.

  I take a loofah, soap it up, and run it all over her body. We take our time cleaning her. She lets us guide her and turn her around.

  We wash her hair for good measure. Once she’s fully clean Kade and I clean ourselves off. The water starts losing its heat and becomes full on cold. We hurry out of the shower and wrap ourselves in towels.

  Kade picks up Tracey-Ann and carries her to the bed. He sets her in the very middle. We lay down on either side of her and wrap our arms around her soft lines.

  Tracey-Ann sighs against my chest. “This is Heaven.”

  I kiss the top of her head.

  “What now?” she asks.

  I glance at Kade. He’s looking at the ceiling, a relaxed expression on his face.

  “Anything you want,” he says. “But for the record, Connor and I just want to be with you.”

  “True,” I agree.

  “Sounds good to me,” she answers.

  Kade rubs her arm. Her eyelashes flutter closed. My own head gets heavy. I close my eyes and start to drift off.

  “Dinner,” Tracey-Ann sleepily mutters.

  “Huh?” I question.

  “Dinner,” Kade repeats. “That’s what’s next.”

  27

  Kade

  I rest my arm across Tracey-Ann’s shoulders and pull her closer to me. The rough fabric of her denim jacket chafes against my wrist.

  I eye the jacket. “Are you warm enough in that?”

  “Kade.” She cocks her head. “Come on. It’s super nice out. For March, anyway.”

  Connor locks his car and catches up with us. He whistles a song I don’t recognize and falls into step on Tracey-Ann’s other side.

  The lights of Knoxville’s downtown glow all around us. They welcome us in and draw us closer.

  The whole world seems like our friend.

  Maybe it was all along and I just couldn’t see it.

  We round the corner and come up to Anna Maria’s. Tracey-Ann walks right past the restaurant. I grab her hand and pull her back. “We’re eating here.”

  “Huh?” She stares at the front windows. “This is one of the nicest restaurants in town. We’re not going here.”

  “Connor and I are taking you here for dinner. No excuses.”

  Connor opens the front door and waits. Tracey-Ann shoots me a smile and walks through the door. Her ass sways in the tight skirt she went back to her dorm to change into.

  Connor and I follow her into the foyer. The hostess seats us at a table for four right next to one of the windows. I pull out Tracey-Ann’s chair, get her situated, and take the spot across from her. Connor settles in next to her and puts his arm over the back of her chair.

  Tracey-Ann’s eyes rove around the dining room. Near us, a moose head hangs on the wall. In the far corner a fireplace roars.

  “This place is so nice,” she whispers.

  Connor winks. “Were you hoping we’d take you through a drive through?”

  Tracey-Ann throws her head back in laughter. “I doubt fast food places have anything you guys can eat. Aren’t you on a pretty strict diet?”

  Connor pats his stomach. “We let loose on the weekends.”

  I tap my shoe against Tracey-Ann’s leg. She looks my way. Her eyes are practically glowing. One glance at Connor and I see he’s just as happy.

  The waiter arrives and we order a bottle of wine. Tracey-Ann fills us in on her classes and we give her details about the combine. I expect her to zone out while we talk about football but she seems pretty attentive.

  “And now you go to the NFL draft,” she concludes.

  “Right,” I say. “In April.”

  “And there you’ll get picked for pro teams for next year.”

  Connor’s gaze catches mine. “It’s not for sure,” he says.

  “Oh.” She plays with her delicate necklace. “Do you know what you’re going to do if you don’t get on teams?”

  I press my arms into the table and lean on them. My gut twists. A future without football isn’t one I can easily imagine. Connor and I have worked our asses off for years. Football has brought us a lot of great things, scholarships being the number one prize. If we don’t get onto pro teams the gravy train ends.

  “We don’t,” Connor thickly says.

  She seems to pick up on how delicate the subject is. She raises her menu and starts studying it. “This place has five stars on Yelp. It’s supposed to be the best Italian in the whole city.”

  A phone starts ringing. Since I left mine in the car I look at the other two people. Tracey-Ann reaches into her purse and pulls her cell out. She frowns at the screen.

  “It’s my mom.”

  “Answer it,” Connor says.

  “No. We’re out to dinner.”

  “It’s fine,” I assure her. “We have all night.”

  “And beyond,” Connor adds.

  Tracey-Ann grins. "I'll be back soon." As she stands up, she swipes the phone to answer the call. "Hi, Mom."

  Her phone pressed to her face, she walks across the restaurant and goes out the front door. I can see her through the glass, toeing the curb and looking down while she talks.

  “What is your plan?” Connor asks.

  I rip my gaze away from Tracey-Ann to look at him.

  He scratches his jaw. “What are you going to do if you don’t get drafted?”

  I take a thick breath. It burns my nose and lungs. "I don't know. Use my education?"

  He smirks. “Good idea.”

  “What for, I don’t know. I don’t want to get stuck in a high school teaching.”

  “You could be on a high school field coaching.”

  I shrug. The second option sounds even worse than the first one.

  “What about you?”

  “I didn’t come here to get a degree.”

  “Right.”

  He fiddles with his silverware. “Working at the family garage wouldn’t be too bad… I guess.”

  It doesn’t sound like Connor wants to be a mechanic.

  “Stay positive.” It’s the only thing I can think of to say.

  Connor's eyebrow rises. "Stay positive? Thanks, Tony Robbins!"

  “Shut up.” I look away.

  “No, really. You’d make a great therapist. Hey, maybe that’s what you should look into doing if you don’t get drafted.”

  His grin stretches across his face. He’s loving that he can make fun of me.

  At least he’s not feeling down anymore. He glances out the window to check on Tracey-Ann. She’s walking back and forth on the sidewalk and still talking to her mom.

  “Imagine if we get on the same team,” he muses.

  “It’s unlikely.”

  “I know, but it could still happen. We came this far together.”

  He’s right about that. From Junior Varsity to Knoxville… to sharing Tracey-Ann and sitting at this very table… We’ve done a lot.

  “Most likely we’ll be drafted to different teams.”

  “Or not at all,” he points out.

  “Right.”

  “Or one of us will be picked an
d the other won’t be.”

  My stomach flips. I don’t need to talk about this. What’s gonna happen is what’s gonna happen and there’s nothing I can do about it. Talking seems to help Connor process, though. I’ll roll with it.

  His eyes light up. “We could be on teams that are pretty close to each other.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He looks out the window again. “Tracey-Ann hasn’t said where she’s moving. I think she still doesn’t know.”

  I drink my wine. “She has a whole other year left. That’s plenty of time to figure it out.”

  Connor presses his lips against his mouth. He’s thinking hard about something.

  “Spill,” I command.

  “We might have to let her go.”

  The suggestion turns me inside out. “No.”

  Connor just looks at me.

  “We’ll keep sharing her.”

  “But you and I might end up on opposite sides of the country.”

  “Then we’ll come up with a solution.”

  He doesn’t look convinced. “She has to make her own decision, anyway. A lot can change in a year.”

  A lot can change in a year. I think back over the twelve months I’ve just lived. In that span of time, I’ve done something I never thought I would. I’ve made space in my life for a woman.

  Considering that crazy outcome, there’s no telling what could happen in the next year.

  “She might want to stay here,” Connor says. “Or go to some big theater city, like New York.”

  “Yeah,” I snap. “I get it.”

  Connor twists his lips and slumps back in his seat. I take a big gulp of wine. The good mood I had walking into the restaurant is gone.

  I can’t lose Tracey-Ann. Making the decision to let her into my life was a big thing. Now that she’s here I’m not going to treat her presence lightly. I’m going to make sure we stay together.

  ‘Together’ including Connor. Life’s not right without Connor in it. Without him and Tracey-Ann I won’t know who I am.

  I need to do something big that will show Tracey-Ann I’m serious about her.

  “I’m going to invite her to the draft,” I announce.

  Connor lightly slaps the table. “Hell yeah,” he whoops like the Texas boy he is.