"You're a bastard. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe I have a deep connection with this woman—that I might actually love her?"
Colt laughs. "Are you fucking kidding me, Ethan? What is this, elementary school? You think you have a connection with every woman who so much as smiles at you. You're more naïve than I thought. She's way too much woman for you. Besides, with the way we fucked, there's no way you have the kind of connection with her that you think you do. You should have heard her scream."
That was it. I throw my bottle of water to the ground, and a few drops hit Colt in the face. I advance closer to him, my heart thumping in my chest. Why do I keep letting Colt Stackford get under my skin like this?
> "Don't talk about her like that!” I growl. “You want to know something? You're so mixed up, I almost feel sorry for you. A grown man like you doesn't even know the difference between sex and love."
"You don't know shit about me!" Colt yells. "And if you think she's in love with you, you're an even bigger fucking idiot than I thought." His normally warm, brown eyes darken, like a cave holding frightening secrets. I can see his nostrils flare, and I think he’s going to try to hit me, but he holds back. We stand there in silence for a moment, and I suddenly feel my cock get hard. Why was this happening? Was it the adrenaline, or something else? But just as he advances closer, the door opens.
There, standing in the doorway is Julianna. She looks stunning and my pulse quickened. She’s wearing a smoking hot, black mini dress that hugged her tight curves. The top section of the dress is lacey and revealed her creamy white skin underneath. It also has a deep, wide V in the front of the exposed mounds of her perfect breasts. If she’s trying to make a statement, it’s working. I feel my cock twitch.
She looks at both of us. "This room feels awfully tense. What's wrong, boys?"
Colt and I look at each other. No one wants to volunteer to speak first, but Colt finally says, "This fucking guy can't accept defeat." He was pointing a finger in my direction.
"Get over yourselves," Julianna says. "You're both great players."
Colt and I don't know what to say. She isn't the kind of woman you argued with. She has a commanding presence, and we are her captive audience. But then I speak up, "Look, we know that you've slept with both of us—I mean, the whole world knows now. And we wanted you to choose. It's either me or him."
"Yes, I've fucked you both," she says dismissively, "And I can honestly say that both of you were amazingly delicious. You've intensified my appetite, and I'm feeling downright ravenous."
"Choose," Colt demands, not bothering to listen.
"Choose what?" she asks, as if she didn't remember what we were talking about.
"One of us," I say – surprised that I have a moment of agreement with Colt.
"I mean, the choice is obvious, isn't it?” Colt asks. “Ethan is outmatched here. It's better to break his poor, bleeding heart now."
"How can anyone choose such a deeply flawed person such as yourself?" I shoot back. I hate Colt. I really do. The nerve of this idiot. It took every ounce of my patience to not hit him and shut him up for good. Who did he think he was?
"You have to choose," Colt continued. His patience is running thin. But so was mine. "You can't have both of us," I say.
"I can't?" she asked, raising her eyebrows and moving in closer, as if this question was a dare. "Who says?"
The air in the room was shifting. We can all feel it. She saunters over to one of the mahogany tables, swinging her hips, and picks up a strawberry from the fruit platter. She carefully brings it to her mouth, taking a bite. A small dribble of the berry's juice run down her chin and she wipes it away with her finger. She then puts her wet finger into her mouth, slowly sucking on it. My pulse is now off the charts – my heart beating wildly.
"Try one," she said, placing a strawberry in between my lips. I bit down, tasting the sweetness run down the back of my throat. She approaches me, and runs her hand down my chest until it’s just above my belt buckle. She then dips her fingers down the inside of my waistband, and my whole body trembles, wanting more, but she withdraws her hand, and instead places it on my cheek. She drags her finger across my bottom lip and then draws closer, pressing her lips to mine. I instinctively open my mouth, taking her in. Our tongues press tightly against each other and her warmth is intoxicating. She runs her fingers through my hair, running her nails against my scalp in a way that brings shivers down my spine. My entire body is electrified.
She then withdraws, and grabs another strawberry from the table. She takes a bite, and holding the other half in her hand, walks over to Colt. He stands there in stunned silence. I have never seen him so quiet. Where is the Colt I know? It’s clear that we are both under her spell. She rubs the berry against his bottom lip until its sticky with the juice.
"I want to know what this tastes like on you," she purrs with a devilish grin, and then she draws his lip into her mouth, sucking on it hard. And then, giving it a quick bite, I can see his bottom lip held gently in between her teeth.
"Why should I choose?" she asks.
Colt and I don’t dare move. That’s right. You heard me correctly. Two alpha male pro football players. Entranced. Frozen. By this woman. The truth is that neither of us knows what her plan is, but whatever it was, we’re just along for the ride. Julianna walks over to me and wraps her hands around my neck. She leans into my ear and whispers, "Both of you are getting me so hot." I feel her warm breath on my neck, and then I feel her tongue slowly trace the ridges of my ear and my whole body involuntarily shivers. She pushes her body into mine, and I feel the curves of her breasts firmly press against my chest. I reach up to run my fingers through her soft, blonde locks, and overwhelmed by the moment, I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her head back.
I lean in and kiss her open mouth, our tongues lashing at each other, and then I relax my grip. I move my hands down to her waist, holding onto her hips. I wonder what Colt is thinking now. I see him standing next to us, intently watching. Is he brooding, or did this turn him on? I can't tell. Just a few moments ago we were ready to smash each other's faces in, and now this woman has us entranced.
Julianna reaches over and grabbed Colt's shirt, drawing him closer. He obeys, and now he stands so close to us that I can feel the warmth from both of their bodies. He seems to be breathing heavy now. My cock is so hard; I think it might bust through the fabric of my pants.
Julianna looks at Colt and asks, "Those berries were good, but they were missing something…” she trails off. Her eyes find his and she continues, “Yes, that's it, they were missing the cream."
She unbuttons his shirt and then rakes her nails across his rippled and muscular chest. Colt lets out a breath of air, as if he’s been holding it in for some time. Then she plunges her hand down into his pants, inside of his boxer briefs and out of sight. His abs flex under her touch and he throws his head back in ecstasy.
"Oh fuck," he moans, as she firmly works her hand around his cock. Most women don't know how to grab a man's dick. They’re intimidated, or maybe unsure, like if they grab too hard, they might break it. But that's not the case with Julianna. She knows exactly what she's doing, and she knows it.
After a few moments, she releases her grip and unbuttons his pants. Once unbuttoned, she slowly draws his zipper down, and then we watch as his pants fell to the floor, bunched around his feet. She smiled and slowly tugs his boxer briefs down past his hips. His cock is so hard that it springs forward with the force of a pulled rubber band, standing as proud as a totem pole in front of him. In that moment, I realize that I have never seen Colt's cock before—I mean, not like this. Sure, there were moments in the locker room when I might inadvertently catch a glimpse while he was toweling himself off from a shower, but it was certainly never standing at full mast like this. It wasn't unlike my own cock. Each of us is at around 12 inches.