Chapter 1: Introduction
The leather couch groaned almost as much as I did as I let my body sink into the cushions. A hotel room wasn't my first-choice for a post-match celebration, but tonight we had a luxury penthouse suite, all for ourselves. As I stretched my legs, my roommates for the night, Jordan and Ollie, wandered in from the balcony, clutching glasses of champagne.
Jordan clinked his glass against Ollie's before taking a swig. "Well, Amiss, your skills on the field sure did land us all here tonight.
Cheers to that!" Jordan chuckled, refilling my glass.
"Speaking of which," Ollie interjected, "what's the secret to your success on the field? It's practically sinful how easily you avoid tackles and score those goals." His bright green eyes pierced into me with a teasing curiosity.
I grinned, "I can't reveal all my secrets, Murphy.
Besides, I'm just warming up for what's to come – you'll see tonight." I couldn't help but joke around, as the alcohol started to warm my veins. Our flirtatious banter was nothing new after weeks of touring together as teammates; they knew how to push my buttons and I loved every second of it.
Jordan perched on the edge of the plush armchair, his long dark hair cascading over his shoulders. As he crossed one leg over the other, he flashed a daring grin.
"Oh, I can only imagine what you have in store for us tonight, Amiss." Jordan took a deep pull from his glass, maintaining eye contact. My stomach fluttered, and I couldn't help but picture what might unfold later that evening.
Ollie leaned against the bar facing us, dark eyebrows raised as he listened to our playful exchange. Though more reserved than Jordan and me, I knew Ollie was enjoying himself just as much. You could almost feel the anticipation brewing in the space between us.
The tension was palpable, a knowing smirk playing upon our lips. I saw our reflection in the mirror--three extremely attractive men, each with a sparkle in their eyes that hinted at our shared desires for one another.
Jordan's voice brought me back to the present. "We're celebrating, Amiss. It's not every day we dominate the field like we did tonight. So enough with the secrets--let's talk about something more interesting." He winked, toying with a loose strand of hair playfully.
"Like, what makes each of us tick. Like, are you a boxers or briefs guy, Amiss?" His tone was light and suggestive, fueling the fire of desire in the room.
Ollie couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "You're incorrigible, Clark. Seriously though, what does make you tick?"
Jordan seemed to take on a more vulnerable tone. "Well, I guess the things that really drive me are the thrill of competition and a good challenge in life.
Plus, as much as Jordan may hate to admit it, having such fun, attractive roommates doesn't hurt either," I replied, fixing Jordan with a mischievous grin. His smoldering gaze met mine and I knew our playful banter would not go unanswered for long.
Jordan placed his champagne glass on the table and started stalking towards me with a leopard-like grace. Ollie's eyes followed him, full of curiosity and barely hidden desire.
He set his glass down, joining Jordan as he moved around the couch. I saw them exchange a glance, knowing smiles unspoken but understood. My heart raced as they closed in on me, and I fought the urge to tear their clothes off right then and there.
Jordan leaned over, resting a firm hand on my knee. The warmth radiated through the fabric, and I could barely contain myself. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered lasciviously, "I want you, Jye."
I didn't hesitate. Our lips locked together, hungrily and desperately.