Page 2 of The Fullback
Hunter shrugged again. “Okay. What’s the second?”
I grinned, letting my eyes meet his and then roam slowly over to Bailey. “I don’t bottom.”
That one got a little more of a reaction, which didn’t surprise me. Bailey’s eyes widened slightly, and Hunter seemed to tensefor a second. The two of them exchanged a long look, like they were having a silent conversation without me.
“It doesn’t matter if neither of you do,” I continued. “We can still have plenty of fun.”
“Let’s go then,” Bailey said, his hand reaching up to cup my jaw, drawing my mouth towards his. His lips were slightly chapped and tasted of whatever beer he’d been drinking, but there was a sweet eagerness I hadn’t expected and it made arousal pool in my gut. He was going to be so much fun as soon as I got him naked.
“Only when I get a kiss too,” Hunter said. He leant in close and I half expected him to steal a kiss from Bailey before he reached me, but instead he brushed past him. Interesting. They wanted a third but apparently not as a couple. I could work with that. It would split my attention, but I’d manage.
Hunter’s kiss had an air of command, like he needed to give me the impression that he was in charge. But as soon as I pushed back, sliding my tongue against his lips, he melted. That was hot. I loved it when big men realised their place around me. And it was usually on their knees.
“Let’s go back to mine,” I said. Jonny had given me a spare key so I could go out while he was at training and it was where my stuff was, so it made the most sense. In case one of the two beautiful men I’d picked up changed their mind about being penetrated. And it was a safety thing. At least, I felt safer there and that was the important thing.
Plus it meant I didn’t have to try and sneak back in tomorrow morning without Jonny catching me.
Not that he should care what, or who, I did. After all, he was the one who’d told me I was welcome to try and get laid while I was here.
“Are you sure?” Hunter asked. “Jonny and Devon won’t mind?”
I snorted. “Trust me, they won’t even notice.”
“Okay. Let’s get an Uber,” Bailey said, sliding his arm around my waist. There was a soft confidence to his touch, something that said he knew what he wanted and how to get it. But he’d ask nicely first. And beg if I asked him to.
“Do you know where my brother lives?” I asked.
“No, but give me the address and I’ll get it sorted.” Hunter pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and tapped it a few times as I rattled off Jonny’s address. Even in the dim light I could see his case was battered, with a large chip in one corner where he’d clearly dropped it multiple times. “Two minutes.”
“Cool,” I said, retrieving my own phone so I could send Jonny and Devon a message to let them know I’d left and that I’d be at theirs. I wasn’t going to walk up to them and say it to their faces because there was no way I wanted to deal with my brother’s endless questioning when I could be getting my dick sucked. “Let’s go.”
We made our way out of the club and into the cold December air, Bailey’s hand still resting on my back while Hunter cleared a path for us through the drunken crowd. Our Uber was already waiting and the three of us piled into the back seat. It was a squeeze but I had no objection to being sandwiched between two gorgeous-as-fuck rugby players who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.
“We should really make you sign something,” Hunter murmured as he mouthed at my neck, his hand sliding across my thigh.
I chuckled. “I will if you want but trust me, I’m not going to tell anyone. Otherwise, I’d have to explain to my brother why I broke the cardinal rule.”
“What’s that?” Bailey asked with a smirk as his hand found its way under the bottom of my T-shirt.
“Never fuck rugby players.” The pair of them laughed and I let out a soft groan as Hunter sucked on the sensitive skin under my ear. “But I’ve never liked rules.”
“We’re happy to help you break it,” Hunter said.
The car sped through the emptying streets of Lincoln, racing through amber lights like the driver hadn’t seen them turn. All the while Hunter and Bailey kept their hands on me, exploring as much as they could touch without getting us kicked out of the car. It was almost laughable that they’d debated asking me to sign something to keep our hookup under wraps but were happy to feel me up in fucking public.
Then again, that tracked with my experience of rugby players and their amazing lack of common sense.
I wasn’t going to stop them, though. Their touch felt far too good and I was too fucking selfish to consider anyone but myself.
When the car pulled up outside the house, Hunter climbed out first and I slid out after him, rummaging in the pocket of my jeans for the keys. Bailey pressed himself up against my back, hooking his head over my shoulder, arm around my waist as I tried to open the door. The lock was stiff and it took me several turns of the key to force it. Or maybe I was just distracted by the two men who’d apparently decided I was the sole focus of their attention.
We stumbled inside as the door finally opened, my hand searching for the kitchen light. I didn’t know this house well and the last thing I wanted was for anyone to fall over and break something.
“Where are we going?” Hunter asked, glancing around.
“This way,” I said. I stepped away from Bailey, and the two of them followed me like eager puppies towards the stairs and up to the spare room Jonny had given me. Luckily, it was at the end of the corridor away from his room so I didn’t have to constantly listen to him and Devon fucking.
As soon as the door closed behind us, the two of them crowded around me. Bailey drew me in for a kiss as Hunter pressed against my other side, his hard cock digging into me from behind the confines of his jeans.
