⋆⭒˚SOᗩKᕮᗪ Iᑎ Tᕼᕮ ᑎᕮOᑎ GᒪOᗯS⋆⭒˚

"Let's go go go!" Mia squeals pulling you back to reality. It's been ages since you've been back to your hometown, a place you never imagined you'd ever return to. Nostalgia and grief tighten your chest for a moment, but when Mia starts squirming in your grasp, you push it down and bury it within.

"Where do you want to go first," your voice wavers just slightly. Mia points to the large building off to the side away from the main campus quad.

Of course— the sports complex.

Your late husband was a sports agent for a metropolitan hockey team from the other side of the country. The day after you graduated high school you were out of the small town and off to the furthest city you could go. After your hand me down car broke down on the interstate and a bus ticket later, you made it to the big city and never looked back. You and your husband raised your daughters in ice rinks and city lights.

There's a rush of cool air when the arena doors automatically open. "Mama look!" Mia points at the ice rink. I'm not sure if we're allowed in here. You bite at your lip, mind racing over a thousand excuses when Mia tugs you forward. Turning the corner the ice comes into view and Mia screeches. "Mama ice! Ice!"

"Shhh," you shush Mia. There's someone on the skating. He's dressed head to toe in black. His back muscles flex under the strain as he lines up the shot. There's a loud cracking sound when the stick makes contact with the ice. Your mouth pops open as you take in his grace, pure muscle and flexibility.

"Goal!!!" Mia shrills.

"Shhh Mia!" you snap.

"Sorry mama."

The man on the ice whips his head in your direction quickly assessing you and your daughter and then, to your disbelief a wide grin spreads across his face. He waves and then shouts, "Hi!" There's a boyish charm that lights up his face. Mia waves back and then unsurprising she shouts out her name to him. So much for stranger danger. Mia is your husband's daughter in social situations. You smile down at her, wishing you had the same unabashed confidence. She makes you more outgoing which you are grateful for.

As the man skates away, you prepare a multitude of excuses ready to scoop Mia up and leave. Your body tenses as he approaches yet the smile on his face contradicts the thoughts in your head. Still your body is ready to bolt.

"W-we were just leaving," you blurt out, your hand hovering near Mia's side.

"You can stay," he smiles, gesturing you to follow him to the player's bench. "I'm just practicing and camp doesn't start until tomorrow."

You sit down on the bench and Mia follows, no glass between you and him. He leans against the wooden edge and then digs in his pocket. "Here," he offers Mia the puck with the biggest smile. He's so close you feel his body heat and pure energy. You imagine what he must have been like on the ice with his team—all muscle and speed. Suddenly your thoughts derail to him nuzzling your inner thigh with his mustache, inching closer and closer to your—

"The name's Nick," his baritone voice shatters your lusty daydream. Nick extends his hand and you take it. His grasp is firm and comforting yet—

Time slows as your gaze softens to his brown eyes. The same ones you saw countless times in the halls of your high school. Your hometown's hockey hero. Nick put the city's name on the map—an NHL prospect. He was fifteen when you first met. It was your final year yet somehow he was locker partners with you. Some miscalculation at placed a freshman in the senior wing which was very abnormal even for your small school. His presence made the halls much more crowded, but you didn't mind. Nick was always kind to you.

"W-we went to the same high school," you blurt out pulling your hand away.

His eyes widen in recognition, "Locker buddies?" And then he smiles the biggest grin, pink heating his cheeks. "I had to biggest crush on you. You were the prettiest girl in the hall." Your smile falters a little, mind reeling at his admission. An NHL legend. And the girl that abandoned her small town for the big city.

"Mama! I have to peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Mia exclaims suddenly bored with the hockey puck. You turn to mind her bouncing the puck up and down on the bench and making it neigh like a horse.

"Of course."

"Bathrooms are by the entrance and a family restroom is just down the hall."

"Thank you," you say as you help Mia up from the bench. A part of you wants to reach out and touch him again, but you don't want to make a it weird.

"You should come by tomorrow for camp, and bring Mia," Nick adds lowering his hand to Mia so she can high five it. Mia bonks her hand against his palm instead. He chuckles, eyes crinkling at the corners. Mia smiles back. It's the most endearing experience so you capture it into your mind.

"We'd love to!"

As we exit—Mia babbling in your arms at the shiny trophies— you round the corner to the main entrance, nearly slamming into someone.

"Oh sorry!" you adjust your balance and Mia just giggles thinking it's the funniest thing ever.

"It was my fault," he says, his brown eyes assess you and your daughter. He tips his black baseball cap that reads WOMEN'S SOCCER and that's when you notice his name on his jacket: DAVIS. He's taller than Nick and leaner. For the briefest second you wonder if he and Nick work out together…

"Hey Coach! Ready for the new year? Think your team will get the champaign cup three years in a row?" A deep voice calls. Davis, lifts his head in the direction of the voice and smiles, his white teeth dazzling.

"Hey Ryan, good to see you." Then he turns to you and adds, "Have a good day, ma'am."

You shift Mia on your hip and thank him quickly. The urge to turn and look back tugs at you, but still frazzled from awkward encounter, you and Mia speed walk to the exit.

"I'm fine mom," your oldest daughter huffs, fingers flitting away on her phone. She hadn't left the couch, let alone put her phone down when you told her you and Mia were going to the rink again. "Seriously, go have fun with the old guys." Your gut churns at her comment, as Nick, although retired, is much younger than you.

"Ready!" Mia announces with her unicorn stuffie in one hand and her sequin backpack in the other. Dressed in black leggings and a cream colored zipped sweater, also with a unicorn on it, she ready for the chilly ice rink. Your chest tightens at the thought of your late husband seeing her at the rink. Mia was only a few months old before he passed. He would have been ecstatic! You could imagine him lifting her in the air twirling her around until she couldn't stop giggling.

As you approach the rink your heartbeat pounds faster and faster.

"Yay!" Mia shrieks when the sports complex comes into view. You practice the internal script in your head of introducing yourself and Mia, hoping Nick won't bring up your past. The familiar sounds of slap shots and cheers rings through as you and Mia make your way into the rink. On the ice are a dozen or so kids and teen in different colored jerseys. Mia is too awestruck to make a peep when you two sit at the players bench.

"Who do we have here?" A bigger man skates in smiling at Mia. And then it hits you: A moment of weakness during the darkest time in your grief. A impulsive stop to the bar after dropping your daughters off at your parents'. A few drinks, a kind smile, a hotel room with a stranger. No names. You two never went passed kissing on the couch. Tears stained your cheeks, guilt and shame tightened your throat. He stopped, brought you a bottle of water, and listened.

Besides your therapist, he was the only one you told about your husband's accident. Despite the heavy heart, he helped you feel human again.

"Skates!" Mia shrieks, jumping up and down tearing you from your moment of despair. You plaster on a small smile hoping he doesn't remember you.

"Ryan," he says extending his hand to you and you take it. Ryan. The moment you say your name there's a flash of something in his brown eyes like he wants to say something, but instead he smiles brightly and shifts his gaze to your daughter.

"So this must be Mia! Nick would not stop yapping about you." Mia giggles bashfully as Ryan hops over boards. He crouches down in front of her and asks if she would like to skate too.

"Mama please pleaaaaase!"

"Of course, Mia. Have fun!"

With practiced ease, Ryan helps Mia into her skate and then she snatches her unicorn stuffie. Your stomach does somersaults when Ryan lifts her up over the boards and onto the ice. Your heart has other plans that you aren't ready for so you sit back and take a few deep breaths. You focus on Mia's laughter and Ryan's dazzling smile.

"Hey, how're you holding up?" Nick's unexpected question makes your heart jolt. He must have noticed your reaction when he quickly adds, "Sorry, just wanted to check in on you. First time seeing your daughter on the ice?"

"Yeah," you say a little breathless. "I wasn't sure if Mia would follow in her older sisters footsteps."

"Oh yeah? She played hockey?"

Your mind races with all the words you want to say yet you clench your jaw tight conjuring up your practiced sentence.

"She skated ever since she was little, but high school was a lot for her so she had to quit."

Nick looks crestfallen, but he offers a small smile. "She is welcome here anytime."

You're about to add that she wouldn't step foot in another rink, but you barely manage a thank you instead. You swallow down the tears that threaten to water your eyes when Nick is called back on the ice.

You busy yourself with watching Mia and Ryan, her high pitched laughter catching your attention. You don't know how much time has passed when Nick blows the whistle.

"Fall in!" He calls out and the skaters quickly line up on the ice. It's a sight to behold, Nick's usual kind eyes flash stern and commanding on the ice. It makes your heart flutter. "Good work everyone! See you tomorrow!" With that, the ice clears quickly.

Ryan guides Mia back to you. "Weeee!" Mia shouts as Ryan lifts her over the boards.

"She's a natural," Ryan says as he climbs over too. You're about to help Mia when Ryan kneels down and begins to untie her laces.

"Thank you," you say shyly, not used to all of this attention. For the last few years you've just been in survival mode.

"It's no problem. Will you be coming the rest of the week?"Ryan asks as he helps Mia into her sneakers.

"Please mama, pleeeeeeeease!"

You can't help but smile your heart blooming at the sight of Mia grinning. "Sounds like a yes to me!"

The next few days fly by in a blur of heartfelt tears, belly laughs, subtle glances. Mia has taken to Nick and Ryan soaking up all of their attention. On the last day, Nick blows the whistle and the kids disperse yet Ryan remains with Mia.

Nick skates over to you with flush cheeks and his hair damp with sweat.

"So I was uh…" Nick swallows and his eyes don't quite meet yours. Your heartbeat skyrockets. Is hockey legend Nick Folio nervous?

"Yes?"

You lean forward slightly and notice Nick bracing the wooden frame.

He clears his throat visibly nervous, "I was wondering if you'd like to come to my place tomorrow?" He pauses and looks up. His cheeks deepen to crimson. "S-sorry for short notice. You must be bu-"

You cut in, "I'd love to."

His shoulders relax and you rest a hand on his.

"The girls haven't had a sleepover at their grandparent's since the move so I'm sure they'd love it."

"Awesome, cool." Nick's huffs a laugh and grins. "I've never been so nervous in my life. Even around reporters and other hockey legends."

"Liar!" you laugh. "I'm more nervous than you. I'm not even sure what I'm doing here." You gesture to the rink. In the corner of you vision you spot Ryan and Mia.

Suddenly, Nick twines his fingers with yours. "Well I'm glad you're here." His words diffuse the  imposterous feeling in your chest.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears and a random and insane thought pops into your brain. You loosen your grip on Nick's hand but don't pull away as you prepare yourself for rejection. You cast your eyes to floor toeing at crumbs on the floor. "So um.. I have something crazy to ask you." Nick squeezes your hand. The warmth of his hand soothes you instantly.

"Could Ryan join us?" Your voice is barely above a whisper. There's a tense silence for a few heartbeats until Nick exhales deeply.

"How'd you know?" he asks. Curiosity lilts his voice where hurt or anger should be. His patience gives you the courage to meet his gaze. His brown eyes are soft and searching.

"You two aren't as subtle as you think. H-how long have you…" the question dies in the back of your throat when his eyes flash something like sadness.

Nick squeezes your hand tighter, more sure.

"A few years in secret." His gaze drifts away from yours as he continues. "We took it a step further after I retired, but no one knows." He sighs again and this time he relaxes. "You're the first one.. the first one to say anything." He pulls his hand away to run it through his hair considering. "I-I hope this doesn't-"

"It changes nothing." You say with certainty reaching for his hand again. "I'd love to come if you'll have me."

"Of course," Nick chuckles. "We've both been chatting about you… uh… since you stumbled into the rink with Mia." Nick looks down at your hands together turning your entwined hands over. His thumb brushes over the lightened skin where your wedding ring used to be. "We didn't know if you'd be interested… and… we've never done anything…" Nick exhales loudly through his lips and looks up at you.

"You've brought so much light to our rink these past few days I knew I wanted to take my chance." Nick grins looking over his shoulder to Ryan. "He's gonna be so pissed I got to you first." Slowly Nick lifts your hand to his lips and presses feather light kisses to each knuckle.

"See you tomorrow," he promises with a wink.

After dropping off your daughters you rush around getting ready hoping to distract yourself from the inevitable breakdown. The moment the water sprays on you from the shower head, you fall apart crying until you have no tears left. Once you finish washing, you feel lighter having left your anxiety (at least for the moment) behind in the shower stall.

The doorbell rings tearing your focus from applying tinted lip balm. You glance down at your phone at the counter.

Have fun tonight! your daughter texts you and then sends a selfie with her and Mia eating ice cream.

Joy and relief tug at your heart as you clutch your phone to your chest. It's going to be okay.

"Hey!" Nick says offering you a bouquet of fresh wildflowers. "You look stunning."

"Thank you," you saying taking the bouquet. "Let me put these in water and grab my purse. You can come in if you'd like."

Nick follows you into your home, his warm and heady cologne trailing close behind you. Once in the kitchen you set down the flowers on the counter and turn to the cabinet. You reach up on your tip toes from the pastel pink vase, barely touching the bottom of the ceramic.

"Let me," Nick says stepping in behind you. He's so close almost touching you. With ease he grabs the vase and quickly fills it in the sink. You finally let out the breath you'd been holding as Nick sets flowers in the vase.

"Thank you," you can barely muster a whisper of gratitude at his affection. You catch the curve of his lips and then feel your cheeks heat quickly looking up into his brown eyes. He steps into your space, hands caging in around you. Nick leans in to whisper, "I don't think I'm gonna be able to wait…" he trails off pressing feather light kisses to your neck. "…until have dinner." Each kiss sends heat to your core. Without thinking you wrap your arms around his neck.

"Then don't," your voice wavers a little as you restore your confidence. His soft brown eyes dilate and you pull him into a heated kiss. Suddenly, Nick hoists you onto the counter and then deepens the kiss slipping his tongue between your lips.

"You sure?" Nick asks when you both finally come up for air.

"Yes."

"Thank God," Nick huffs a laugh, stepping out of the embrace. "Just making out has me so hard I have no idea if I'd survive just sitting across from you at dinner. I'd probably have to drag you to the bathroom."

"Maybe next time. But right now I need Nick Folio in my bed."

Nick grins and grabs his phone from his back pocket and quickly sends a text.

Nick slowly undresses you leaving you breathless and bare on your bed. He teasingly takes his time unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out of his pants and boxers. Then in a flash he crawls over you capturing your lips in a searing kiss. He tastes sweet like the honey whiskey and it has you craving more.

Your hands fist in his hair tugging him closer. You lick into his lips and he moans into your mouth. Tongues explore while his hand slips down your slide and pushing your leg out wide.

"I'm out of practice Nick," you say a little breathless. "I'm not fragile. If you don't start touching me then I will."

Your hand releases Nick's hair, but he's too fast. Nick snatches your wrist and pins to it the pillow. His pupils dilate and nostrils flare.

"Not happening," he growls. With new found urgency Nick slips his fingers into you. Your velvet walls welcome him in easily.

"Told you," you smirk seeing the surprise and satisfaction flash over his features. "I've been dreaming of this night the moment for a while."

"I'll give you a night you'll never forget."

The moment his tongue presses against your clit your brain short circuits. Despite the light pressure of Nick's hands on your thighs your hips tilt grinding against his face.

"Fuck!" you accidently curse. Your eyes jolt open wide and hands clasp around your mouth. Nick looks up from between your legs a questioning eyebrow raised.

You start to laugh at yourself and then Nick pulls back slightly. A soft smile brightens his brown eyes.

"Sorry, old habit from having kids. I did a crappy job when I was younger with my oldest. She swore like a sailor in preschool. She came home with notes nearly every day about it."

Nick starts laughing with you—a deep belly laugh that makes your heart bloom with joy and you vow to hear it everyday. When you both catch your breath you continue. "I'm doing better with Mia, but I have a feeling the longer she's around you I'm doomed."

Nick's eyes widen and mouth drops open in fake shock. "Me? You mean Ryan. I am a gentleman. My mama raised me right."

An image of Nick driving Mia to school flashes in your mind. His bright smile and Mia's melodic laugh. Warmth wraps around your fragile heart and comforts you.

When your gazes softens back to Nick you find him adoration and love. And then your pussy throbs reminding you that he's still between your legs.

You file away the memory and the heartfelt emotions allowing the confidence and empowerment to wash over you.

Nick must notice the change. His eyes darken and leans forward as if he's waiting for a command.

"You should never keep a lady waiting," your voice comes out strong. You glance down over your body and Nick's eyes track yours. He licks his lips, but waits. He flicks his gaze to yours. You nod slightly. You barely have time to relax into the pillows before Nick is licking and sucking at your folds.

"Don't hide from me. I want to hear how I make you feel."

Permission and acceptance. Suddenly the wall around your heart cracks at the same time your body lets go. You let out a low moan and your hips tilt up for more friction.

"Atta girl," Nick praises. He slips a finger between your folds and your stomach clenches and then relaxes. "Breathe I got you."

He takes his time inching deeper and deeper until he curves his finger just right.

"Oh!" you suck in a gasp. And then his lips are back on clit. Your back arches off the bed and your hands find purchase on his strands. Mutual moans filter through the room as his tongue presses against your clit while his finger brushes over the sweet spot inside you.

"Oh my god, Nick!"

He quickens his pace as you screw your eyes shut. And then you remember to breathe. Instantly your body releases the built up tension and warmth washes over your body. Your brain feels fuzzy and legs feel heavy that you barely notice the slickness between your thigh. Nick groans laps his tongue over your overstimulated clit making you jolt.

"M'good… need more… I want your dick," you blurt out. Nick starts to line himself up. "I wanna be on top."

A devilish smirk curves his plump lips. "You sure?"

"Yes, Nick," you smile yet shake your head. "I had a hysterectomy years ago."

"Ok cool, sorry I…" Nick trails off.

"It's ok. I appreciate your concern but if we don't start fucking I'm going to combust."

"Yes ma'am."

Nick lays down and then helps you settle atop him. His pierced cock stretches you, the metal gliding against your slick walls adding friction.

"Oh wow," is all you can muster as you sink lower and back up to find a good rhythm. Nick grips your hips helping stay steady as quickens the pace.

Clawing at Nick's chest, your head throws back, lashes fluttering letting your hips rock faster. Finally giving into the warm sensation building in your core. Suddenly warm lips press against yours swallowing the yelp of surprise.

"You look so good on top of him. That's also my favorite place to be." Ryan's husky voice wraps around you as you come down from your orgasm.

Ryan helps you off of Nick and that's when you realize Ryan is now very naked. He's bigger and a little more hairier in all the right places. You lay down beside Nick catching your breath. Ryan straddles Nick, licking and sucking his softening cock. His tongue teases the metal piercings in Nick's cock.

"Fuck Ryan," Nick hisses. Ryan chuckles deeply shaking his ass teasingly in Nick's face. Without warning, Nick smacks Ryan's cheek and then the other. Ryan groans popping off of Nick's now thickening cock. Nick spreads Ryan's cheeks wide and licks from his perineum to his hole.

Ryan curses and Nick smacks his ass again. "That's what you get for shaking your ass in my face." Ryan huffs a laugh and does it again. Nick opens his mouth wider and takes Ryan's rigid cock into his mouth.

Soon enough Nick is hard again and Ryan looks over at you. Lust darkens his eyes and flushes his cheeks. Even in the precarious position, love and tenderness emanates from them. Heat blooms low in your belly again and your hand finds its way between you legs.

"Go ahead and touch yourself." Ryan permits and turns back to Nick's erect cock.

Nick hums and sighs when Ryan finally takes his cock in his mouth. Your gaze softens as you watch these two men please each other sync. They soft moans beckon you to join them in their reverie and soon you fingers find their way inside your still slick pussy. In tandem you work yourself to their pace, one hand rubbing your clit while the other strokes the sweet spot inside you.

"I-I'm close," you cry out.

Ryan glances over at you and his jaw drops letting Nick's angry cock fall from his mouth. Nick whimpers yet his curiosity gets the better of him and he pulls away from Ryan's dick. Your back arches off the bed and eyes flutter close as europhia rushes through your body. Exhaling the biggest breath ever in your life, you sink into the mattress all warm and floaty feeling.

"Here," Nick's voice rasps and you peek to see who he's talking to.

Ryan and Nick stand at the edge of the bed. Nick pats the comforter before him. Intrigue sparks energizing you to move although a little sluggish as your body reboots up. You crawl to the end of the bed watching Nick stroke himself.

"Lay down," Nick commands softly and you obey. Ryan crawls onto the bed between your legs. Arousal heats your core and your pussy throbs still despite all of the attention.

"This ok?" he asks, realization dawns on you on what is about to happen next.

"Hell yes," you grin and then open your mouth wide.

Ryan lifts your hips slightly and he and Nick enter you at the same time. You close your eyes and empty your mind to focus on the pleasure. Every thrust of Ryan's hips sends Nick's cock further into your throat until you gag.

"Oh shit, sorry," Nick mutters and starts to withdraw until the head of his pierced cock is the . Oh hell no. Your eyes burst open and your grab at his legs urging him to stay.

Through wet lashes you peer up at him pleading.

"Ok," Nick says softly and he slowly slides back onto your mouth. You suck in a breath through your nose almost biting down on Nick as Ryan lifts and bends your legs out wide.

"Betterrr," Ryan purrs sliding his thick cock into your cunt. You loosen your grip on Nick's legs but keep your hands there to rest, to ground you.

"That's it baby, use me," Ryan grunts as your pussy clenches around him. Your nails dig into Nick's thick thighs and he hisses out a curse. Nick thrusts harder into your throat, his metal piercings drag against the inside of your mouth as he throbs in your wet heat. The coil in your core snaps and you let out a muffled scream as your body trembles and white stars burst behind your eye lids.

The guys curse in sync, your body flops boneless on the bed as they withdraw from you so quick you barely register the warm liquid splashing all over your chest and tummy. Cautiously opening your eyes you find Ryan staring down at you.

"Goddamn," he whispers amazed. You follow his gaze finding your torso a Jackson Pollock of cum. You should be grossed out, but instead something primal stirs within you urging you to scoop the mixture of release on your finger. Ryan watches with rapt attention as you pop the digit in your mouth and suck. At the same time, Nick returns and stops dead in his tracks.

"Damn… I didn't know you could get any hotter," Nick whispers. You huff a laugh, propping yourself up on your elbows. Slowly, you drag your fingers through the cum on your chest and then extend your hand out to Nick.

"I'm forty and flirty Nick, not dead," you tease. A blush paints his cheeks and reddens the tips of his ears. The package of wet wipes falls to his side as Nick falls to his knees.

"However, bringing a hockey legend to his knees might be my favorite new thing."

Eagerly he pops your fingers into his mouth, loudly licks and sucking. At the same time, Ryan presses kisses to your thighs and tummy. With a contented sigh, you let the two men clean you up. At some point they get a little distracted and start kissing but you don't mind. Soon enough, Ryan pulls you up invites you to join.

"We.. should," Nick struggles to get out words before you and Ryan kiss him senseless.

"…shower."

"Fine," you sigh, letting Ryan help you up.

"I'll throw the bedding in the wash and join you," Ryan says. "And order some food. Italian good?"

"Fuck yes," Nick high fives Ryan. "Call Salvatore and he'll toss in a bottle of wine or two." Nick pecks a kiss to Ryan's cheek and then entwines his fingers with yours.

"Thank you," you say and then press a soft kiss to his lips.

Nick is gentle when he washes you with soft praises and tender kisses. He takes his time when he scrubs your scalp something you rarely have the time for. A moan slips from your lips when you finally rinse in the warm water.

Cool air rushes in when Ryan joins in. It's a little cramped but the guys don't seem to mind.

Ryan halts Nick's washing. "Let me."

Ryan tenderly washes Nick as you finish your hair routine. You catch a glimpse of sadness flicker in Ryan's eyes before he puts on a smile and hands Nick the wash cloth. You tell yourself you'll ask him later about it. As the water cools, you're about to shoo the guys after they've finished rinsing. Too busy kissing and spray fighting each other. If they don't leave you consider going yourself as your hair as already started to dry.

"Not so fast," Nick says coyly pulling you into the water. You shriek under the cold water only to be silenced by a Nick's plump lips. Ryan comes in behind you pressing you firmly into Nick. Ryan grabs your chin and guides you to his mouth slipping his tongue between your lips. You moan into his mouth and deepen the kiss. Your shared body heat can only keep you warm for so long.

You shiver and then add a little breathless, "Food."

"Fine," Nick huffs and Ryan shakes his head and then smacks the back of Nick's head as he steps out of the shower.

"What was that for?" Nick scowls at Ryan rubbing the back of his head.

"For being an idiot. An idiot I love." Ryan steps out of the shower and kisses the spot he smacked.

Ryan hands you a towel and quickly dries off, wrapping the towel around his waist just like Nick.

"We will grab food and find a movie to watch." Ryan leans down and kisses your cheek.

"Take your time," Nick smiles and kisses your other cheek.

Later, you descend the steps in comfy pajamas and your favorite slippers. You follow the scent of cheese and fruity wine to the living room where you find Nick and Ryan snuggled up on the couch. Food and wine scatter over the coffee table. The couch is stuffed with extra pillows and blankets.

"Take a seat!" the pair says in unison, patting the cushion between them.

"Jinks!" Nick yells.

"What are you, eight?" Ryan scoffs.

"Yes," Nick beams a wild grin. "But you love me."

"Regrettably," Ryan mumbles and Nick clutches his chest in fake surprise. Between them you can't stop laughing.

"Please!" you hiccup-cough-laugh. "I just want to eat." After wiping away your tears, you take a few deep breaths to steady your diaphragm. Then you reach for a plate. Nick pours you a glass of wine.

Ryan starts the first episode of Heated Rivalry. It doesn't take long for the wine and good food to warm your insides. By the end of episode two you're feeling a little sleepy. You nuzzle against Nick's neck and then press a kiss to his jaw. He turns and captures your lips. Your hands snake under his shirt grazing over his toned chest. When you finally part for air, Ryan hooks your chin with his finger. He trails kisses from your jaw to the corner of your lips.

"Let's go to bed," Ryan offers. You nod and Nick is already on his feet gathering the food. Ryan leads you to the en suite bathroom to brush your teeth. By the time you finish your simplified nighttime skincare routine, Ryan and Nick are beckoning you to bed.

"How'd I get so lucky," you smile at both of them.

When you wake you find strong arms wrapped around you. Nick is snoring softly his warm breath on your neck. Early morning sun filters through the sheer curtains and the scent of frying bacon fills your lungs making your stomach growl.

Mom brain then reminds you of your daughters and that you should probably check your phone, but Nick's arms tighten around you and for just a moment you relax in his embrace. Soon your eyes grow heavy as his rhythmic snoring lulls you back to sleep.

Gentle knocking finally stirs you and Nick. Then Ryan opens the door and walks in the room juggling plates of food in his arms. Beside you Nick scrubs his face with his hands and then runs a hands a through his hair.

"Good morning," Ryan greets you both.

"Morning," your voice comes out raspy from sleep.

"You never cooked breakfast for me!" Nick crosses his arms over his bare chest and pouts. The sheets pool around his hips when he sits up and it pulls your gaze back to him. You bite your lip wondering if you could sneak a peek of him under the blanket.

Your face must give away your thoughts because Nick catches you staring and lifts the blanket showing of his morning wood. Instantly blushing you turn away tugging the covers tighter against you.

"Sorry I have to be serious for a second," Ryan says solemnly as he hands you your plate of food. "I couldn't sleep so I made us breakfast."

When Ryan finishes serving breakfast, he settles cross-legged in the middle of the bed.

"I wanted to tell you both as soon as I knew because you both are important to me,"

Ryan glances at Nick and then to you. He holds your gaze for a heartbeat longer. "I know we haven't known each other long, but you've etched yourself in my heart along with Mia and Olivia."

You set your food down on the night stand and reach out for Ryan's hand. "I've accepted a traveling nurses position. It's my turn to see the world," he turns to Nick and he smiles softly.

Love and heartbreak fill the empty space between us. You squeeze Ryan's hand in reassurance.

"Nick you've always known my heart has wanted so much more. I thought I wanted the big city and the sports job,but these last few years have been so tough on the both of us." Ryan scoots in closer so we are all touching knee to knee. "The university job has been fun, but it's-"

"I know." Nick cuts in. "I've known for a while and you've been so patient with me and with us."

"I don't start until the new year so we have to time ok?"

"Time to make some memories," you pull them both in closer and then kiss Ryan and then Nick.

Ryan crawls off the bed and you take the opportunity to shove off the covers and settle between Nick's legs. His erect cock twitches, a bead of precum glistening on the tip. Ryan comes in behind you and the next few hours blur as you share your body with the two men who love you.

4 YEARS LATER

"Mom!" Olivia calls you from the bathroom. You find her in the middle of straightening her hair. She's dressed in a sage green midi dress that slits on the side. It makes her look so grown up. Light make up and her signature winged liner color her features. To your surprise she let's her freckles shine through her foundation. You see so much of yourself in her.

"Can you make sure I got the back?" Olivia hands you the straightener. You wish she'd embrace her natural hair texture, but that's a battle you know you'll lose. Maybe someday.

"Are you excited?"

"Yeah, oh I invited Max," Olivia says nonchalantly not even bothering to look up from her phone. Sadness tightens your chest. Nick is away at hockey camp a few hours away. You were hoping that you and Nick would be able to sit down and talk with her and Mia about settling down. The past few years had been a whirlwind of school and hockey practice with Mia. Olivia found her niche in computer science and secured a job in the city.

Though all of this, you had to prioritize time with Nick and Ryan when each of them were home. Ryan still travels around the world while Nick stays a little more local volunteering as assistant coaches to high school and collegiate teams. The hockey camp has expanded to three locations spearheaded by retired hockey stars.

"You look great!"

"Thanks mom!" Olivia turns and gives you a quick squeeze before rushing out of the door.

You make your way through the house as people arrive, leading friends and relatives to the kitchen for food and to the tables outside for gifts. Your parents and in laws adore Nick. Your father is still his biggest fan. Thankfully, he has calmed down a lot after all these years. Outside, Mia is swimming with friends. When she's not on ice she's in water.

As the sun sets, the party dies down with it. Mia and Olivia and their friends are sitting around the fire as their pap tells them ghost stories. You start cleaning up the tables. Behind you someone clears their throat tearing you from the audiobook in your one wireless earbud. With a start, you turn and your heart leaps in your chest.

"Nick?" You drop the empty cup you were holding and run to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you tight.

"I drove as fast as I could," he whispers and kisses your temple.

Nick steps out of the embrace and grabs your hand. He leads you passed the fire pit and to the flower garden. Nick helped you revive your sanctuary of bursting blossoming shrubs and vibrant sunset colored flowers that circled a small koi pond. Surrounded by family and flowers Nick suddenly gets down on one knee.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes! Finally yes!"

Applause and cheers and Olivia's 'about damn time!' fill the summer air. Nick grabs you and pulls you into fierce kiss. The cheers crescendo as you deepen the kiss.

"I love you Nick Folio."

"I love you and your family so much." Nick seals his promise to you and your daughters with a kiss.

all the bits that showcase how gentle Nick is with Mia are my favorite. they melt my heart. and perhaps my ovaries. he’s adorably bashful and god, when I think of him doing something like holding hands with her and tugging her across the ice (while backwards) I just think it’s so cute. and Nick admitting to a crush on you and calling you the prettiest girl in the hall?????? I’m sorry there’s just something about the charm of Nick Folio — protect him at all costs

She tries to convince herself to remain planted on the couch. She clenches her shaking fists. It’s all too much. Too much noise. Everyone’s too close. Mel struggles to take a deep breath. She shuts her eyes tight trying to keep the tears from spilling over. When a tear escapes it does her in.

Mel shoots up from the couch and pushes through the crowded space. She practically sobs in relief when she eyes a sliding door to the patio outside. The cool autumn air floods into her lungs with every gasp. Mel plops herself down onto the cement patio and leans against the brick wall of the house. Shutting her eyes tight Mel sobs into her hands wishing she could disappear. 

“Melly, are you okay?” A soft voice calls over to her. Through her hiccups and wails, she can’t hear whoever called after her. Gentle warm hands begin to rub up and down her arms. Mel’s eyes spring open as she gasps for another breath. A shadow of Noah appears in her blurry vision. His mouth is moving but his voice is muffled. Noah tenderly caresses her cheeks and wipes away the tears with his thumbs. 

“I’m here Melly.” Noah’s voice pierces through the haze of her mind. “Take a big breath for me.” Noah inhales deeply through his nose and then exhales through his mouth. Mel follows with a shaky breath. 

“Atta girl. Let’s try another, okay?” Mel nods. “Breathe in with me. Inhale…”

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Noah watches as Mel’s chest rises. “That’s my girl. Now exhale…”

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Mel’s breathing steadies and her vision clears. “How are you feeling?” Noah asks as he crosses his long legs to sit across from her. He takes her hands in his and squeezes gently. 

“Better, thank you.” Mel rasps out, her throat is still sore from crying.

“Was it too loud?” Mel nods her head quickly and drops her eyes to her hands still entwined in Noah’s. “Despite his quiet demeanor, Nicholas can be a party animal. It’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for.” Noah chuckles as he rummages through the pocket in his jeans. 

“Here.” Noah presents Mel with his Loop earplugs. “These should help with the sound. And I won’t leave your side tonight ok?” 

Mel cracks a smile. “You’re the best, Noah.” 

“Hey, I know what it’s like to be overwhelmed by noise and crowds. I got you, babe.” 

Noah grins at Mel as he rises and offers her his hand. Mel practically skips back into the house with Noah by her side. Mel and Noah’s friendship has always been a special one. Quick to rekindle after months of touring like they never missed a beat. The way they met was an accident but their connection feels like they’ve known each other for a lifetime. 

Crossing the threshold of the sliding door, the muffled music fills Mel’s ears as if she were in a waiting room instead of a raging house party. Noah entwines his fingers through hers and leads her into the kitchen. Without letting her go, he grabs her a glass and fills it with water. Mel giggles at the image of this tall tattooed man rummaging through cabinets with one hand. Mel gulps down the water and thanks Noah. 

Noah leans into her and asks Mel to dance which she gleefully accepts as she, inturns,  pulls him into the living where moments ago she was having a panic attack. Noah can’t help but grin at how much Mel lights up a room with her excitement when she’s not overwhelmed by the world. 

Mel brings herself on her tip toes to wrap her arms around Noah’s neck. Noah adjusts slightly to wrap his arms around her waist closing the gap between them. Mel’s green eyes shimmer against the strobe lights as her hips sway to the beat. Noah leans over to tell Mel he will grab them a drink. She nods but keeps dancing allowing the music to fill her and push away the anxiety. Mel closes her eyes and raises her arms releasing all abandon grinding on anyone nearby. 

Arms wrap around Mel’s waist as a firm body presses against her. With her eyes closed and earplugs in, she is utterly oblivious to the scene around her. The warm hand snakes down her dress grazing the exposed skin of her thigh. Mel’s eyes shoot open as fear and adrenaline course through her veins. She pushes against the stranger's arms but he grabs her wrists and pulls her against him. 

“Let her go,” Noah’s familiar voice pierces Mel’s muffled ears. 

Her heartbeat skyrockets as Noah pushes through the crowd to her. The stranger digs his nails into her and she lets out a small yelp. She searches frantically for Noah in the crowd but he’s nowhere in sight. Mel’s chest heaves up and down as she gasps for air. “Noah!” Mel screams at the top of her lungs. The crowd starts to scatter when all of a sudden, she stumbles forward out of the stranger’s grasp. Mel slams into someone’s shoulder and lands on her ass. In the frenzy, Mel scrambles to her feet and forces her way through the mass of bodies. The sea of people pushes Mel to the staircase. Mel sprints up the stairs and opens the first she finds. 

Mel collapses against the door gasping for air. In the dim light of the bedroom, Mel’s thoughts begin to spiral about Noah’s well-being… Noah. Inhale Mel!  She takes in a shaky breath but blows it out quickly through her teeth. Tears prick the corners of her eyes. It’s no use. Hastily she pulls the earplugs from her ears and throws them to the ground. 

A knock on the door. “Mel, are you in here?” Mel jumps to her feet and opens the door. 

“N-Noah!” Mel hiccups. 

Noah sees Mel’s wide eyes and heaving chest. He pulls her into an embrace. “Breathe Melly,” he soothes gently stroking her hair. Noah feels her chest expand against him. Her raspy breath tightens his stomach. 

“Just like that,” Noah whispers pulling her tighter. When Mel’s breath starts to even Noah back slightly.

“What do you need from me?” Noah asks wiping away her tears. 

Mel is desperate for an escape from the racing thoughts in her head. Despite her knowing Noah is safe her thoughts won’t cease. “I-I need a distraction,” Mel squeaks out barely audible. A blush creeps over her cheeks. 

“What kind of distraction?"

Noah’s voice is low as he searches her eyes for the answer. In the shadows, Noah can still see a small spark of desire in her green eyes. 

“You,” Mel breaths out. Noah’s core tightens at the revelation. 

“I can help with that,” Noah whispers in her ear then plants a tender kiss on her cheek.

Mel gasps softly as Noah’s lips graze the delicate skin of her jaw. Mel inhales Noah’s cologne of cinnamon and sandalwood. It instantly turns the tightness in her stomach into a frenzy of butterflies. 

“Can I kiss you here?”

Noah’s lips linger mere centimeters from her lips. Mel can practically taste the spice of bourbon Noah drank earlier. Through hooded eyes, Mel looks up at Noah. His eyes are dark. 

“Yes,” Mel rushes out. “Pleas-” 

Noah silences Mel with a chaste kiss and leads her to rest against the door. His kiss is tender as if she is fragile, but Mel urges forward as her hands dive under the hem of his shirt and she digs her nails into his hips pulling him closer. Noah grunts at the shock of pain but it only encourages him more as he splits Mel’s lips apart with his tongue. Sloppy wet noises and mutual moans fill the room. Mel nibbles at Noah’s bottom lip as she breaks away from the kiss. For a heartbeat and a breath, they stare intently at each other. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Noah asks taking a step back to gauge Mel’s reaction. He cares about her too deeply and doesn’t want to hurt her. 

“Yes, after everything that happened tonight, I need to get out of my head and I know you will keep me safe.” Mel watches as Noah picks up the Loop earplugs from the floor and then walks over to the bedside table.

“Ok, good thing you stumbled into my bedroom,” Noah chuckles as he rummages in the drawer for a second.

He places something small in his back pocket and places a condom and a sleep mask on the nightstand. He lights the candle and places it on the table. Mel’s mouth drops open when Noah rips the comforter off the bed, casting it to the ground. At each end of the bed, he adjusts the bed restraints so they are snug around the mattress.

“Sensory deprivation can help you focus all your attention on how I make you feel.” Noah hands Mel the earplugs. “And remember if you need everything to stop, just say ‘stop’.

“I understand,” Mel says as she puts the earplugs back in. 

“I’m going to start slow, ok?” Mel nods her head. “Now that we have deprived your sense of hearing I’m going to ask you to close your eyes.” 

Mel’s heartbeat pulses in her ears as she shuts her eyes tight. Excitement and arousal begin to bubble in her stomach. Noah’s breath is hot when it tickles her face. Warm and soft lips trail kisses along her jaw. Mel lets out a breathy moan as Noah nips at the delicate skin of her neck. Noah’s deep chuckle rumbles against her ear. 

Mel flinches as Noah’s fingertips graze her shoulders as he pulls down the straps of the dress. Mel sucks in a breath as Noah draws lazy circles on her shoulders and chest with the pad of a finger. With a tug, the dress falls to the floor. Goosebumps spread over Mel’s arms as she shakes slightly to the unexpected cool air. 

To his surprise, Mel doesn’t cover herself in shame like other girls might. She just stands there in her rose-colored lingerie with her eyes still closed, perfectly still for him to admire. Noah has to clench his fist to hold back the urge to touch her. He has to take this slow. He doesn’t want to overwhelm her. 

Noah walks over to the bed and grabs the mask then beelines for the bedside table. Noah chuckles to himself as he slips on his leather glove. Carefully, Noah slips the mask over Mel’s eyes. With his gloved hand, Noah tilts Mel’s head slightly and brushes his thumb over her lower lip. 

“Glove… leather glove?” Mel’s brows furrow turning the idea over in her head. 

“Is that what you think it is? Describe the way it feels to me.” Noah glides his fingertip down her jaw and throat. He rests his hand open around her neck, rubbing small circles on the side.

“It’s soft and smells like leather… and sweat?” Mel giggles. “Oh, it’s your concert glove isn’t it?” 

Noah can’t help but throw his head back and laugh. “Yes, yes it is Melly. I can’t believe you got that correct.” Noah caresses her cheek. 

“Open up.” Mel swallows down an excited giggle as she opens her mouth sticking her tongue out. Suddenly something small and…sour hits her tongue. Mel’s face twists as the tangy candy melts and coats her tongue. 

“Noah what the-” Noah grasps the back of Mel’s neck and crashes his lips onto hers spearing her lips apart with his tongue. Noah’s shoulders tense as the tartness from the candy touches his tongue. Mel groans as Noah explores her mouth further. When he breaks the sloppy kiss he grins from ear to ear. 

“How did that taste?” Noah chuckles.

“Sour and...” Mel licks her lips. “Lemon!”  Arousal pools in Noah’s gut as Mel bites her lip. He can’t wait to taste her again.

“The shock of the sour can be enough to quiet the racing thoughts.”

“It was a definite shock to the system for sure, but fun! Can I have another?” Mel’s heart is about to burst from her ribcage with excitement. Noah grins, “Maybe.” 

Mel takes a sharp inhale of breath as Noah presses his body against hers and wraps his fingers around her wrists restraining them to her sides. Noah nips at her earlobe. “Sound”, he whispers. He kisses each of her eyes covered by the mask. “Sight,” he continues. Noah peppers kisses down the bridge of Mel’s nose to the tip of her adorable button nose. “Smell.” The light pressure around her wrists disappears when Noah lets her go. Mel’s lips part slightly with anticipation. She can feel Noah’s stare burning a hole in her soul.  Without warning, Noah turns Mel’s hands over and kisses each of the pads of her fingers. A sweet soft sound escapes Mel's lips. “Touch,” Noah says softly as he releases her hands. 

“How do you feel?” Noah asks. 

“Really good,” Mel’s voice comes out more breathy than she wanted. 

Noah closes the space between them. “Shall we continue?” He asks as he tilts her head with his gloved hand.

“Please, Noah.” His name on Mel’s desperate lips makes his dick twitch. Noah answers her with a heated kiss and then leads her to the bed. Noah helps Mel unfasten her lacy bra and then she steps out of her panties. If Noah could high-five himself he would as he snatches her panties and tosses them in the drawer of his bedside table. 

“Lay down on your back, dear. I’ve got you,” Noah coos as Mel scoots to the center of the bed. As Noah binds her wrists and ankles in the soft cuffs, he reviews the safewords. Noah crawls between Mel’s legs and sits back on his heels to admire her bare form. 

“You are gorgeous, you know what Mel?” Noah licks his lips as a blush creeps over Mel’s cheeks and chest.

“Thanks,” Mel says softly still trying to wrap her head around this moment. 

“Uh uh, I see those wheels turning again Mel.” Noah starts to trace lines down her chest and tummy with his gloved hand. “Focus on me and how I make you feel.” Noah watches as Mel shivers to his touch.  “That’s it, give in to the sensation.”  His hand roams back up to her breast where he lazily draws circles around her now pebbled nipple. Mel yelps when Noah pinches her nipple then the other one. Mel’s breathing quickens as Noah’s gloved hand snakes its way between her thighs and onto her sex.

“What do you want?” Noah asks as he cups her pussy. Noah bites back a groan as her heat saturates his glove. 

“You,” Mel whimpers. 

Noah adjusts above her as he slides his non-dominant hand between her folds. He takes his time teasing her clit with the soft leather garment. Noah wants Mel to beg for his touch. Mel's legs tense against the restraints. Noah watches as she bites her lip but a soft moan escapes anyway. 

“Use your words, Mel,” Noah says firmly keeping a steady circle around her clit.

“Touch me, please.” 

In an instant, Noah pulls away from Mel and off the bed. Mel’s heartbeat quickens as adrenaline and arousal course through her. Her clit throbs at the absence of Noah’s touch. Muffled sounds of clothes and a belt hitting the wooden floor filter through her blocked ears. The bed creaks as Noah makes his way over Mel’s bound legs. Mel squirms against her restraints trying desperately to touch Noah as his body heat emanates above her. 

“Please,” Mel whimpers softly. 

Noah obliges with a chaste kiss on her cheek, then trails tender kisses down her jaw and brushes his lips against hers. Mel answers back with a kiss. Noah deepens the kiss as he teases the tip of his cock at her entrance. 

“Desperate little thing aren’t you?” Noah smirks as he wets the tip with her slickness. 

He sits back to watch Mel’s cheeks flush. Mel huffs in frustration and then abruptly inhales sharply as Noah pinches both of her nipples with his bare hands. He grazes his fingertips along her sides, inch by inch until he digs his nails into her hips. Mel yelps as the pain spreads through her. 

“Breathe through the pain.” Noah watches Mel’s chest rise and fall. “That’s it.” 

Noah braces Mel’s thighs with elbows as he takes he leans down to nibble at the delicate flesh of her inner thigh. He soothes each bite with a tender kiss. Mel’s moans get louder encouraging Noah to do the same to her other thigh. 

“God Noah-” Mel starts.

“There’s no God here,” Noah growls then splits her folds apart with his tongue. 

Mel bucks her hips.

Noah bares down digging his nails into her to keep her steady. Noah can’t wait to let her loose. He flicks the tip of his tongue over her clit as Mel starts to mewl.  He speeds up his pace as he plunges two fingers into slick pussy.

“Fuck Noah,” Mel yells thrashing against her restraints. 

Mel’s fists clench and her legs start to tense; toes curling. Noah finds a rhythm with his fingers hitting just the right spot and he licks and sucks at her sensitive bud. 

“That’s it Mel, come for me.” 

Mel’s walls clench around his fingers drenching him in the process. Mel throws her head back as she screams his name. Noah keeps his steady pace as he finger fucks her through her orgasm. As Mel comes down from her high, she squirms as Noah drags his fingers from her pussy and then licks up her juices. 

“You taste amazing, Mel,” Noah moans between licks of his fingers. Once Noah is satisfied, he unfastens each of the restraints and pulls off the sleep mask. 

“Hi, pretty girl.” 

Noah’s big brown eyes and dazzling grin are the first things Mel sees as her eyes adjust. Tendrils stick to his forehead, framing his angular face. His shoulder and neck muscles tense as he breathes heavily. 

Mel caresses his cheek with her hand. “Hi.” 

Noah melts into her touch, hungry for more. So is Mel. Mel pulls Noah to her lips tilting her head slightly as she splits his lips open with her tongue. Mel trails her hands up the side of Noah’s face then tugs at the roots. Noah groans against her lips.  

Noah pulls from their heated kiss. “So needy for my touch,” he smirks as he pushes the tip of his hard covered cock into her entrance. Mel’s back arches slightly as digs her nail into Noah’s back forcing him to stretch her walls further. 

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.” Noah's lashes flutter for a second then spring open when Mel wraps her legs around Noah’s waist. She pushes her heels into his back and grips his hips. It's Noah’s undoing and he can’t stop himself from thrusting into her fast and hard. 

“Yes, Noah!” Mel screams as she shuts her eyes tight. Noah slows his pace when he notices her closed eyes. 

“Eyes on me Mel. I want to watch you come undone.” Noah commands. 

Her bright green eyes are blown wide. Noah rewards Mel by grazing his thumb over her engorged clit then plunges his cock deep inside. A few more deep thrusts and stars speckle Mel’s vision. Mel’s eyes threatened to roll back but somehow she manages to keep her eyes on him as Noah fucks her through her mindblowing orgasm. 

“Atta girl, Mel,” Noah says between thrusts. “I’m almost-” Noah fucks her faster as he releases into her. Noah grunts when he slides out of her; her juices drenching his sheets. He quickly ties up the condom and before leaving the bed Noah kisses Mel on the forehead. 

“You ok?” Noah asks.

“Yeah.” Is all Mel can muster in her blissed-out state. 

“Good,” Noah grins as he helps Mel sit up. 

After they both clean themselves off, Noah changes the sheets and grabs a shirt and sweats for Mel to change into. While Mel changes he too dresses and then crawls into bed. Noah looks up when the bathroom door closes to find Mel drowning in fabric. She giggles softly when their eyes meet.