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Page 133 of Rules Of Our Own

“See you guys tomorrow,” River says, entwining our fingers as he pulls me into the house.

My eyes widen as I walk through the arched entry doors. To the right, a winding staircase curves gracefully leading to the second floor where our bedroom is. While an intricate chandelier made up of lanterns hangs low over the threshold.

The tile, hard under my feet, is made from black slate that's been polished until it shines.

The living room is designed with River’s dark, brooding color palette in mind, but the wonderfully comfy furniture blends seamlessly with Alex’s masculine style.

I’d spent weeks working with an interior designer to make sure we perfectly tailored all aspects of this home. A hum tingles in my chest knowing I achieved the perfect concoction of our personalities. Everything from the warm wood accents and crisp white countertops felt like a piece of all three of us.

ALEX:

I watch Mia light up as she looks around our new place. She gets this way every time she walks in, and a ball of warmth fills my chest.

A lot of amazing things have happened over the past year.

I landed the captaincy.

My parents came to my Captaincy celebration dinner after Mia showed up to their place and berated them for how they treat me. She put up with none of their bullshit and had them nodding their heads and repeating apologies.

Hell, we won the Stanley cup.

But none of it compares to the feeling of moving in with the two of them. It’s like the final pieces are clicking into place and there’s no doubt in my mind, they’re mine forever.

Mia managed to make this place a perfect blend of all three of us, and from the second I walked through the doors, it felt like home.

I lean in close, placing a kiss to her temple, before dropping lower, running my lips down the shell of her ear, catching her earlobe between my teeth. She gasps, fingers digging into my thigh, and I spin her to face me.

I don’t waste time, closing the inches between us. I haul her chest against mine, and eat the sweet moans she makes as I let my hands travel up her hips, gripping her perfect ass. She’s panting when I kiss down her neck, licking off the salty taste of sweat.

The door clicks closed behind us and River steps into my back, causing my muscles to stiffen.

There’s no telling what he has planned for the two of us. He never fails to keep it interesting, and I let him take the lead.

He places kisses between my shoulder blades, shifting upward, and grazes his teeth over my shoulder. A shiver runs through me, and I grip Mia’s ass harder, earning a soft moan. River’s fingers graze my sides, goose bumps erupting in their wake, and wraps his hands around my front until his fingers dip barely an inch under the waistband of my shorts.

Mia leans back, making room for him, and watches with heated eyes as River runs his finger teasingly over my skin until I’m rocking my ass against his hard length.

“Your cock’s aching for me isn't it, Baby?” River’s deep voice vibrates through my back and my dick jerks painfully.

I nod my head, and suck in a breath, making more room for his hand. A low growl rumbles in my throat when he doesn’t lower it further.

“Tell me how hard you are.” he demands.

I inhale sharply “So fucking hard.”

“Good boy.” He reaches down, grasps my cock, stroking it, before running his fingers over the tip and dragging the pre-cum gathered there down over my shaft.

I groan.“Fuck-please-I can’t-I need.”

River bites my neck, then soothes it with his tongue.

“On your knees.” For a second, I think he’s talking to me, but Mia’s the one to drop to the ground in front of me.

She’s making quick work of my shorts, pushing them around my ankles and makes a pained sound when she’s level with my weeping cock. She looks up at us with round eyes, her pupils taking over everything but a sliver of green. Fuck she’s pretty like this.

River strokes my cock in unhurried motions and guides it to rest on her mouth. He paints her lips with my pre-cum, and my balls tighten at the sight of her, ready for whatever he asks.

River directs her. “Open, tongue out.”




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