Two Jocks Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance Page 2

  Lily throws her head back in laughter. “I know who those guys are! You almost got sandwiched by two linebackers!”

  “No,” I snap. “I did not. I’m out here with you, aren’t I? I left.”

  She grins and shakes her head. "Yeah, but I see the way you're blushing. Even in the dark, I can tell... You like the idea of it."

  I gulp. “N-no.”

  “Yeah, right. You’re horny thinking about it.”

  I glance at the frat house to double check that no one is following me. “He said my eyes look like chocolate. Does that sound suave to you?”

  “It does if the right person says it. Was it Connor or Kade?” She sighs dramatically. “Most girls only dream of having a linebacker tell her she reminds him of dessert.”

  “Let’s just go.” I slam my feet against the pedals and take off along the sidewalk.

  With each block back to the dorm, images of Connor and Kade seem more real, more intense. By the time Lily and I are in our room, the two guys have completely taken over my mind.

  Lily’s right, though I’m not going to admit it. I like the idea of being with two men. Not only have I only been with one guy at one time, it’s actually been one guy my entire life. As in, I’ve only had sex with my high school boyfriend.

  And that ended with high school. Do the math, and it’s been about a year and a half since I’ve been naked and sweaty with another person.

  The idea of two men at one time is wild, out there… And deliciously tantalizing.

  Connor was hot. Just as hot as Kade, but in a different way entirely. And he was just as big and ripped.

  I was an idiot to run away.

  3

  Connor

  “Boo!” The witch on the stairs cackles and shakes her broom.

  I waggle my eyebrows at her. "Hey, baby. You looking for some fun?" I stick my tongue out and lick the air.

  Her eyes go big. She stops walking.

  I leave her where she is and keep going up the stairs. You’d think people would reserve dressing up for the actual weekend, but you’d be wrong. UT kids will take any excuse they can find to party. This Halloween is sure to be lit. Between practice and the half dozen parties already on my itinerary, there won’t be time left for anything else.

  Which is why I’m in the English department in the first place. If I’m going to do the weekend right, I’m going to need an extension on my Lit paper. I already know there’s no way I’m getting it done by Monday. I’ve got priorities. I can’t make everything happen at once.

  I whistle as I round the second-floor hall. My calves twinge from climbing the stairs. I've been pushing myself extra hard the last two weeks at practice. Forcing my body to go to its limits is good. It keeps my mind off of other things.

  Like the girl right in front of me.

  Tracey-Ann stands outside Professor White’s room, her back close to the wall. She searches her backpack for something, her nose scrunching up in frustration. She tucks some long, dark hair behind an ear and pulls out a notebook.

  I stop a few feet away and wait. She looks up, and her brown eyes widen. “Oh!”

  “Hey.”

  She slings her bag over a shoulder. “Hi.”

  “Remember me?”

  The flush on her face says she does, but I want to hear the answer straight from her lips.

  “Connor, right?”

  I take a step forward. Her eyes drift up and down my body. Vanilla and some kind of tropical fruit waft off her. My dick twitches.

  This girl has been on my mind for two weeks straight. I don’t know just what it is that makes her special, but I’ve been kicking myself good for letting her run out of Kade’s room.

  My best friend and I only shared a woman once. It happened two years ago at a party in our freshman year. The whole thing was kind of a fluke, but an unexpectedly awesome one.

  It hasn’t happened since, but I’ve thought about it. A lot. I don’t have feelings for Kade in that way—never have and never will. But to see a girl completely overpowered, to have her at our mercy… My body temperature rises just thinking about it.

  I’ve wanted to share a girl again, but the opportunity just never comes up. Kade and I never pursue a girl together, maybe because we’re too busy nailing them on our own and then trying to make it to classes and football practices on time. Also, we rarely bang girls more than once. Things get sticky if you hook up with a girl more than once. Kade and I don’t have time for that shit.

  We’ve talked about Tracey-Ann since the party at our house.

  And we’ve both agreed… We’re going to make history and share her for a second time.

  I rest my shoulder against the wall and lean into it. Tracey-Ann’s eyes get bigger. Her pupils dilate and her lips part. Lust practically drips off her.

  “You have a class here?” she asks. Her bubblegum pink tongue runs across her bottom lip. It’s a sure sign of arousal.

  “Not today, but I was gonna talk to Professor White about something.”

  She clears her throat and shifts her weight. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  “Naw, I can do it later. What are you up to?”

  “I was just going to the cafeteria.”

  I push off the wall. “I’ll walk you.”

  Her mouth twists. She looks over my shoulder at the hall behind me. I turn to see what she’s looking at, but there’s no one there.

  “Come on,” I insist. “It’s just a walk. It’s almost Halloween. I can protect you from the zombies and mummies.”

  She pushes more hair out of her face. She’s breaking.

  “Sounds good,” she slowly says. As she starts down the hall, I match her steps.

  “Do I make you nervous?” I ask.

  “What?” she nearly shrieks. “No, I…” She sighs. “Okay. Maybe just a little. Honestly, you burst into Kade’s room. It kind of surprised me. I didn’t think...” She looks down at the stairs as we descend them.

  I give her a moment to continue, but she doesn’t take it. Either she’s shy or trying to hide something.

  “You didn’t think you were getting a two for one deal?”

  Her jaw drops in surprise. She glances all around us, but the students milling about are too busy trying to make it to classes or text while walking without hitting a wall. No one gives a damn about our conversation.

  Tracey-Ann runs a hand through her hair. The strands shimmer even in the shitty fluorescent lighting. I push open one of the double doors leading outside, allowing her to walk through.

  “No,” she says. “I didn’t expect that.”

  “But you like the idea of it.”

  She stops in the middle of the outside walkway and turns to face me straight on. I wait for the backlash, for the torrent of denials. Tracey-Ann seems like one of those good girls. The kind who says no once or twice but eventually breaks down. They’re the girls who spend their whole lives playing by the rules and eventually go crazy because of it.

  Once they let loose, there’s no going back.

  Man, I dig those kinds of girls.

  “Yes,” she says.

  I stare at her.

  Her eyes dart left and right. They land on everything around us but me. “Yes. I like the idea of it.”

  Heat barrels from my stomach. It fills my hands and makes my fingers twitch. I start to reach for her, but she turns and starts walking.

  “I’ve never done it,” she says.

  “Sex?”

  She glances at me. “No. Two men.” Pink spots burst on her cheeks. “At once.”

  The walkway ends at the entrance to the cafeteria. A bit of wind picks up, ruffling her hair and going through my sweater. Tracey-Ann steps to the side, away from the door.

  “You’re nervous,” I say.

  “Who wouldn’t be?”

  She looks straight at me, but I get the impression keeping eye contact is hard for her. She hugs the pink notebook in her arms against her chest.

  “What’s in there?” I
nod at the book.

  “Notes. On people.”

  I laugh. “Oh yeah? You are a loner, huh?”

  She smiles and her shoulders relax some. “It’s not as creepy as it sounds. I’m a Theater major. I keep notes on people. I people watch. It helps me come up with characters for writing classes.”

  “Do you have anything in there on me?”

  Her breathing hitches. “Not yet.”

  I shuffle closer to her. “Soon you will,” I whisper.

  Tracey-Ann lifts her chin. Her eyes graze across mine. I reach out and run my fingers across her waist. The bunched-up fabric of her sweater scratches my skin. I’m consumed with the desire to rip all her clothes right off of her.

  I lower my head the slightest bit. She responds by pushing her face closer towards mine. I go for it and press my lips against hers.

  Her mouth melts against mine, each soft curve turning into moldable putty under my touch. One of her hands leaves her notebook to press against my chest. Fire from her fingers sears through my clothes and marks my skin.

  Heat flares in my groin. My ears drum like there’s a marching band in my head.

  One kiss and I already know it. The girl is fucking magic.

  I edge my tongue between her teeth. Her lips part. I suck in the taste of her tongue. A small whimpering leaves her and my dick screams with frustration. I press my hand against the back of her neck and lock her face against mine. Her jaw slackens. I can’t help myself from running my tongue across every contour.

  “Nice to see you two getting acquainted,” someone says nearby.

  Tracey-Ann tears her mouth away from mine. She quickly steps backward and twists around. Kade stands a few feet away, watching us.

  Tracey-Ann looks quickly from him to me, then back to him. “We were just...”

  Kade steps closer. “I saw.” He glances in my direction. “Connor and I have been talking about you.”

  “You have?” she breathlessly asks.

  I slip my thumb under the back of her sweater and run it across her soft skin. She shakes under the slight touch.

  “Fuck yeah,” I confirm. “You’re not an easy one to forget, Tracey-Ann.”

  Kade lowers his face and stares her down. “We’re going to share you. But be warned. Once we touch you, fill you, and make you come over and over…and over again, you won’t want another man’s hands on you but ours.”

  Tracey-Ann’s heavy breathing fills the small amount of space between the three of us. “Are you always this filthy-mouthed?”

  “Better believe it,” I answer.

  One night,” Kade says. “That’s all we need.”

  I pull my thumb out from under her sweater and hook it in one of her belt loops at her back. I tug at her jeans, and she responds by shifting her weight backward.

  Kade takes his phone out. “Put your number in, and add mine to your contacts.”

  I freeze as I take the next inhale. As turned on as Tracey-Ann is right now, she can still turn us down. I can’t live with that. Getting to taste her lips means I won’t be satisfied until I get to touch the rest of her body.

  She takes the phone and starts typing into it. A heavy gush of air leaves my lungs.

  “There,” she says with a slight shake of her voice. She hands the phone back to Kade.

  “Text me when you’re ready.” He turns and walks into the cafeteria.

  I trail my fingers along Tracey-Ann’s hips. “You’re going to love it,” I promise.

  And so, will we.

  Her mouth opens in a silent circle. I smirk and follow Kade.

  4

  Kade

  I cross my arms and glare at Connor. Either he doesn’t see my death stare in the dark woods or he doesn’t give half a shit.

  “Don’t be a fucking dumbass,” I growl.

  He rips off his shirt and tosses it to the ground. The rest of the team hoots and hollers.

  “Take it all off, Finley!” some girl yells.

  “Yeah man,” another chick chimes in. “Get those sweet buns in the water.”

  I step closer to Connor. “You’ll get pneumonia.”

  He grins, his white teeth flashing in the light from one of the truck’s headlights. “Hey, I said if we won I was celebrating the right way. I’m taking one for the team.”

  I shake my head. “This doesn’t even make sense. You’re celebrating a win by jumping in fucking ice cold water. Think about this. You won’t make it to the next game because you’re going to be in the hospital dying.”

  “Naw,” he shoots back. “Thinking is too damned overrated.”

  He means it too.

  Ryan, one of our teammates, slaps him on the shoulder and passes him a bottle of rum. "Hell yes, it is."

  I shake my head. I’m ready to bury my face in my hands so I won’t have to see the shit hit the fan. How I ended up on a team with so many risk-taking idiots, I’ll never know.

  Connor takes a swig of alcohol, hands the bottle back to Ryan, and runs. His feet pound the dirt as he takes off, diving headfirst through the air and into the quarry below.

  A distant splash sounds, and then it echoes through the wide, open space. Everyone rushes to the edge to see the dark head bobbing far below.

  The team heckles him as he swims for the lower part of the shore.

  “Shit,” another buddy, Daniel, says from next to me. “I didn’t think he’d actually do it. Has he always been this crazy?”

  My teeth grind together. “You know who we’re fucking dealing with. Of course he is.”

  As far back as our high school freshman year back in Dallas, our home town, Connor has been known for his stupid stunts. Anything to get the adrenaline flowing. Welcome the rush. That’s his motto.

  Getting selected for the college football team here at University of Tennessee and being on a full scholarship seems to have only increased his appetite for pushing the limit.

  Connor runs up the hill shaking water from his hair. “Jesus fuck, that was cold!”

  “It’s November,” I blandly state.

  We pile into the cars and take off for the frat house. The women who tagged along rush off to their rides. Connor shakes under the blanket next to me. The guys roll the windows down and blast him with cold air to mess with him some more.

  “Cut it out!” he barks. He kicks the driver’s seat, but Ryan just turns the air on higher. Connor tries to huddle for warmth.

  “Whatever,” I tell him as I throw an extra towel on him. “You got yourself into this. Maybe next time you’ll remember you have a brain and use it.”

  The party’s already in full swing. What seems like half the college is at our house to celebrate our win against the Alabama team.

  The team piles from the cars and rushes the front doors. Beer, boobs, and back slaps meet us on every side.

  “I’m gonna dry off before my junk gets frostbite,” Connor chatters. He rushes up the stairs.

  My phone buzzes in my back pocket. I lean against the living room wall and pull it out to read the text.

  It’s from Tracey-Ann.

  Heat punches my groin. I haven’t read the text yet, but just knowing she’s thinking about me makes me hard.

  I quickly slide the text open.

  ‘Great game tonight. I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and I’m ready.’

  A primal rumble starts in my chest. I push it back down and lick my lips. I don't need to check with Connor to text Tracey-Ann back. I know he'll agree with my decision.

  ‘Come over now.’ That’s all I type in.

  Satisfied, I slip my phone back in my pocket and wait for her to arrive.

  “Sup?”

  I look up to see Connor standing in front of me. He’s towel dried his hair some, but it’s still damp, and his cheeks are flushed from the cold.

  “You’re still alive, huh?”

  He slaps his chest with both hands. “And better than ever!”

  “Good. I don’t want to have to drive you to the hospital beca
use Tracey-Ann is coming over.”

  His eyes widen.

  “Yep,” I say. “She’s ready.”

  Connor raises his eyebrows, impressed. “Shit,” he breathes.

  “What?”

  He grins wickedly. “Nice work, that’s what.”

  A few girls whose names I don’t remember rush us, their cleavage spilling out of their tops and shots in their hands. Connor and I take our first shots of the night and then push away from the girls. They’re hot, but I’m bored of the easy ones. There’s nothing about them that calls to me lately.

  But Tracey-Ann…

  She’s the girl who sat in the middle of a frat party taking notes on people instead of talking to them. She’s the girl who seems as chaste as a nun but is probably wilder than the wildest. She’s awkward and strange.

  She’s complex, unexpected. I didn’t know just how she would respond to mine and Connor’s advances. Her coming upstairs with me alone was surprising.

  You can’t fit Tracey-Ann into a category, and I like that.

  Connor and I mill about the party for a bit. I can tell he’s just as excited as me. His fingers tap against the cup in his hands and whenever anyone tries to talk to him his eyes take on a glazed look.

  Each time the door opens our eyes whip in its direction.

  The third time someone comes in it’s her. Her hair is loosely braided. She’s wearing tight jeans and a dark blue fall jacket with a turtleneck sweater underneath. She’s more covered up than anyone else at the party. A horny, eager freak hidden in a studious librarian’s outfit. And she’s coming out just for us.

  My dick springs to life in one second at the thought.

  Connor and I must be thinking the same thing, because we close in on her at the same time.

  “Hey,” we both say.

  She smiles wide. Her eyes move between Connor and me. If she’s nervous, it doesn’t show. “How’s it going?”

  “Great!” Connor practically shouts.

  I lightly touch Tracey-Ann’s arm. “Can I get you a drink?”

  She plays with a button on her coat. “Sure. I’ll take some beer.”