Twin Babies for my Pucking Defenders (Chicago Icebreakers #2)

17. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Nate

The elevator doors slide open, and I’m not expecting anything, just another silent trip up to my floor. It’s been a long-ass day, and honestly, I’m not looking forward to coming home to an empty apartment. Sadie’s off at a sleepover, and the idea of just sitting there by myself is already weighing on me.

But as soon as the doors open, the sight in front of me nearly knocks the wind out of my chest.

Carter and Jade, pawing at each other like two damn teenagers. Her back’s against the wall, his hands all over her, both of them looking like they just got done fucking—or they’re about to start again. Jade’s hair is a mess, her clothes wrinkled, her face flushed. Carter’s grinning like a guy who just got laid.

Fuck.

Carter looks up first, eyes wide before breaking into this cocky grin. “Hey, coach,” he says casually, like I didn’t just catch him with his hands all over one of my employees. He straightens up, Jade stepping away, adjusting her shirt like it’s gonna make any damn difference.

“What are you two doing here?” I ask, trying not to stare too hard at Jade. Her hair is ruffled, her makeup is smeared and her lips are swollen. My brain’s already filling in the details, and I really shouldn’t be going there.

Jade’s blushing, eyes darting everywhere but at me. “Uh, Carter and I were…um, checking out an apartment.” Her voice is shaky, and it’s so damn obvious what they’ve been doing. Her shirt’s wrinkled and her skirt is all askew. Yeah, they’ve definitely been busy.

I clear my throat, trying not to stare, but fuck, it’s hard to look away. “Right… well, I won’t keep you. Goodnight, Jade. Carter, welcome to the building.” My words come out more clipped than I intended.

Carter grins, looking way too pleased with himself. “Thanks, coach. See you around.”

I nod, not trusting myself to say more, and turn to head down the hall toward my apartment. Every step feels like I’m forcing myself to move away from them. The second I’m inside, the door closed behind me, I press my back against it and exhale a long breath.

Jesus Christ.

There’s something about seeing her like that—fucked out and flustered—that’s making it impossible to think straight. My jeans feel tight as hell, my cock straining against the fabric, and I can barely breathe. It’s fucked up, but all I can picture now is her, being made to come, moaning…fuck.

I lock the door, trying to clear my head, but the image won’t leave me. My hand moves to my belt, tugging it open, my pants falling to the floor. My cock’s hard as a rock, and before I know it, I’m stroking myself, my mind completely lost in the thought of Jade. Her moaning, legs shaking…being taken by Carter.

Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this.

Just as I’m about to lose it, my phone rings. I freeze, eyes flicking to the screen. It’s…Jade?

You’ve got to be kidding me.

I hesitate for a second, cock still in hand, but answer anyway. “Hey, Jade.”

“Hey…Nate. Is now a good time?” Her voice is soft, like she’s unsure if she should be calling. Now? Not the best time, considering what I’m fucking doing, but I force myself to sound normal.

“Yeah, sure. What’s up?” My voice sounds rougher than usual. Fuck, I’m barely holding it together here.

“I was wondering if I could come up. I wanted to talk to you about Sadie’s birthday.”

Shit. She wants to come up. Now. While I’m like this? I groan internally but manage to get the words out. “Uh, yeah, sure. Come up.”

I hang up and immediately start scrambling. I tuck myself back in, zipping up my pants and trying to will the hard-on to go away, but it’s not easy. The fucking mess I made of the apartment doesn’t help either. There’s shit everywhere—takeout boxes, gym clothes. I quickly shove things into random drawers, hoping it’ll look halfway decent by the time she gets here.

A knock sounds at the door, and my heart pounds in my chest. I swing it open, and there she is. Alone. Thank God.

“Where’s Carter?” I ask, trying to sound casual, though it’s taking everything I’ve got not to stare too hard at her.

“He needed to get home,” she says, her voice light, but there’s something off in the way she looks at me. Maybe she senses my hesitation. “If this is a bad time, we can talk tomorrow at the rink. I don’t want to intrude.”

My throat goes dry, and I quickly shake my head, stepping aside to let her in. “No, no. Of course, come in, Jade.”

She walks past me, and fuck, the scent of her—sex and something sweet—hits me like a damn freight train. My cock twitches again, and I bite down hard, trying to get a grip. This is ridiculous.

She looks around, taking in the apartment, her fingers brushing against the back of the couch. “Sorry about the mess,” I say, trying to sound normal, even though my blood’s rushing south again.

She turns to me, smiling. “It’s fine. It’s just…I didn’t expect to run into you and Carter tonight.”

I let out a small laugh, though it comes out strained. “Yeah, that was… unexpected.” I shift uncomfortably, feeling the weight of the moment between us.

“So, Sadie’s birthday,” she starts, leaning back against the counter. Holy shit, she looks good. Too good. Her skirt’s still riding up, showing off those long legs, and my brain goes fuzzy with want.

“Yeah…her birthday,” I repeat, trying to focus on the words coming out of my mouth instead of how tight my jeans feel. “You’re planning something big?”

She nods, her eyes on me, and it’s like she can sense my struggle. “I want to make it special for her. I was thinking of doing a skating party? I just wanted to run it by you first.”

“Of course,” I say, nodding, though I’m barely processing the words. All I can think about is how close she is, how much I want to push her up against the counter and…

Fuck. Stop.

“Are you okay?” she asks suddenly, her head tilting to the side, eyes narrowing in on me like she knows exactly what’s going on.

I clear my throat, straightening up. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just…long day.”

She doesn’t look convinced. “You seem…tense.”

“Tense?” I scoff, trying to play it off, but she steps closer, eyes locked on mine.

“Yeah. Tense.”

Her voice drops, and fuck, I know I should back off. But instead, I step closer too, the tension between us thick, crackling in the air.

“Jade,” I say, voice low, but I can’t finish. Her eyes flick to my mouth, and I swear to God, if she leans in even a little bit, I’m done for.

“Yeah?” she whispers, her lips just inches away from mine, and I can feel the heat radiating off her.

I swallow hard, my brain screaming at me to stop, to back the hell off, but I can’t. My hand reaches up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and she sucks in a breath.

We’re too close. Way too close.

“You smell like…you and Carter just…” I start, but she cuts me off with a shaky laugh.

“Yeah. We did.”

Her words hang in the air, and fuck, the way she says it makes my head spin. I should be disgusted, but instead, my cock gets harder, the image of her with him playing over and over in my mind.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she says suddenly, but she doesn’t move. Doesn’t step back.

“I know,” I whisper, my hand still hovering near her face.

“Then why can’t I leave?” she asks, her voice barely audible, and I know I’m screwed.

I don’t have an answer. More than that—she still smells like sex, like Carter, and it’s making me imagine things that I should not be thinking about.

She glances around my apartment, her eyes stopping at the puzzles I’ve got hung up on the wall. “You’re into puzzles?” she asks, sounding genuinely surprised.

“Yeah,” I shrug, trying to play it off. “Keeps my mind busy.”

She smiles, a soft chuckle escaping her. “I’m terrible at them. Millie usually helps me finish them.”

I laugh. “Really? What are you into then?”

“Murder mysteries,” she says, and I can’t help but laugh harder.

“Seriously?”

She grins. “Yep. I love a good mystery.”

I shake my head, still chuckling. “Sadie’s obsessed with Millie, by the way.”

“Really?” Jade looks genuinely touched.

“Yeah, especially her baking videos. She talks about them all the time.”

“I’d love to introduce them sometime,” she offers, still smiling.

“That’d be perfect,” I say, meaning it. “Actually, I was wondering if you could invite her to Sadie’s birthday? I’ll pay, of course.”

Jade waves me off, shaking her head. “You don’t need to pay. Millie would love to come.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” I say, then glance at her. “Hey, you had dinner yet? I was just about to grill a steak.”

Her eyes light up, and she laughs. “I haven’t had a good steak in a minute.”

“Sit down, I’ll make you one,” I say, gesturing to the kitchen table.

As she sits, there’s a flicker of awkwardness on her face. “Hey, uh...about what I said before, about Sadie’s mom, I just wanted to say...I’m sorry if that was out of line.”

I look at her, and for a moment, I see the vulnerability there. “You don’t have to worry about that,” I tell her. “But, if it makes you feel better, you can tell me something personal about yourself.”

She hesitates for a second before finally sighing. “Okay, well...Carter and Axel... they’ve got this thing going on, and I’ve kind of been...caught in the middle of it.”

“Something?” I ask.

“Sex. I am having sex with both of your players.” She cringes a little, like she regrets saying it. “I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “It’s fine, Jade. We’re friends. Hell, I used to be in a thruple before I got married, way back. So, if that’s something you’re into, maybe just have a conversation with them both.”

She looks at me wide-eyed for a second, then bursts out laughing. “A thruple? Really?”

I shrug, grinning. “Yeah. Weird times.”

She shakes her head, still smiling. “Wow. That’s...yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.”

I head over to the stove, throwing the steaks on the grill, the sizzle filling the air. As we chat about everything and nothing, she tells me about her obsession with murder mysteries. It’s easy, comfortable, but there’s still that underlying tension, that undeniable pull.

I serve up the steak and asparagus, and as soon as she takes a bite, she moans softly.

I freeze for a second, my eyes darting to her lips, watching the way her mouth moves around the food. A drop of sauce clings to the corner of her mouth, and before I even think twice, I lean forward, swiping it away with my thumb.

And then I do the stupidest fucking thing—I suck it off my thumb.

It’s quiet for a second, too quiet, and I pull back, clearing my throat, hoping she didn’t catch the way my brain short-circuited just now.