Two on One Breakaway: Storm, #3

By Cassandra Carr

Ian and Derek are professional hockey players who work and play together both on and off the ice. They share both games of skill and of the heart, but when Ian gets traded, Derek fears those days are over. Then the men are given a second chance and both want is to recapture the magic. Success with their new teammates is coming, but they want more. Haley is the answer to their prayers, if they can convince her being part of a menage would make all her dreams come true.

Haley has never been in a menage relationship before, but these two men make a great case for trying it. Both dote on her, support her, and keep her topmost in their priorities. Never before has Haley experienced this kind of love, and she's becoming addicted. But will this Valentine's Day be a happy one, or will all three lose their chance at a happy-ever-after?

• Language: English
• Publisher: C-Squared Publishing LLC
• Release date: Feb 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781540161543

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Chapter One

Late October

I got traded.

What? Professional hockey player Derek Gant held a hand over the ear not covered by his phone, trying to hear over the din in the restaurant.

His friend, Ian Terry, repeated, I got traded.

Derek looked at the phone, as if it held answers. What the hell? Ian had gotten traded? They wouldn’t be playing together in Colorado anymore? And what about the rest?

Seriously?

Yep, to Buffalo. Remember hearing about Carrier and Blake going into the boards the other day when the Storm played Dallas? Well, he’s out two or three months. They’re looking for someone to take up the slack and then possibly play with him when he returns. They mentioned St. Amant, too. I like Sebastian. I played against him in juniors.

Wow. Derek swallowed, his throat dry.

They worked so well together on the ice and off. He and Ian had been friends for years, and for the past several, they had pursued ménage relationships. They weren’t gay, but both had exhibitionist and voyeuristic streaks. Now, the thought of not having Ian around, as a friend or as part of a ménage, depressed Derek. He didn’t want to rain on Ian’s parade if the other man was excited, but Derek struggled to find the words to encourage Ian.

I got traded, bounced around in his head, but he shook it and concentrated on the words Ian was speaking now.

You said it. I didn’t expect this. I mean, I know anything can happen in this business, and I guess it just has. This is a total bummer, man. We won’t be playing together anymore. Or, well, you know. He paused, and Derek understood that meant Ian couldn’t speak freely at the moment.

True. Hey, could be worse. Buffalo’s a great team, and at least you’ll finally be in the Eastern Conference. Less travel.

Ian chuckled, but the sound held little humor. Yeah, less travel. Lucky me. I’ve been in Colorado my entire career. You and I have played together for years. This is going to be weird. I hope it doesn’t suck.

*****

Shortly Before Christmas

Derek picked up the phone, glancing at the caller ID. Ned. Huh. Normally, the team’s general manager didn’t just up and call a player during the season to chat, so something must be up.

Hey, Ned. What’s up?

I just got a call from Buffalo. They want to work out a deal. They like Ian and know you guys are a great one-two punch.

Seriously?Derek’s response came out as little more than a high-pitched squeak, and Ned probably thought he was nuts. Derek hadn’t allowed himself to hope he and Ian would be reunited. Now that appeared to be the case, and Derek’s head swam with a million emotions, most centered around sheer excitement.

Yeah. I assume you’d be willing to waive your no-movement clause in order to rejoin Ian?

Definitely. Being without Ian for the past eight weeks had felt like playing with only one hand on his stick. And Derek hadn’t been on a date the entire time, either. No woman could excite him without Ian.

Okay. I’ll let you know once I hear more details.

Thanks, Ned.

We’ll miss you, but a change in scenery might be good for you. I know you’ve been working your ass off. The effort is there, just not the output since we traded Ian. Honestly, I didn’t think it would be as big a deal as it obviously has been.

I didn’t, either. We work well together, obviously, but I didn’t expect to struggle like this. He let out a breath. I’m going to Buffalo. I appreciate everything you and the organization has done for me.

He hung up and then immediately called Ian.

Hey, man, Derek said, trying not to sound too excited, but that proved difficult.

Hey, what’s up?

I just got an interesting call from Ned. He grinned, knowing exactly what his friend’s face would look like after being given the information.

What’d he say?

Buffalo wants to trade for me.

No shit.

I’ll let you know when I hear more. The details didn’t even matter to Derek. He already had more than enough money to take care of himself for the rest of his life. Really, he just wanted to play hockey and find a woman for Ian and him to love.

That’s it? You don’t know anymore? Ian asked.

All he said. I don’t think the deal is even done yet. I have a limited no-trade clause, so Ned had to get my okay to go forward.

I should’ve insisted on that in my last contract negotiation. Well, damn. It would be so cool if you moved here, man. You’d love it.

I’m sure. Think the coach would put us on a line together?

He’d be a fool not to. I’ll let you know as soon as I hear details.

Definitely.

Derek hung up and sank back into his plush couch. It appeared his life would change soon. He couldn’t wait.

Several hours later, Derek called Ian again. He hadn’t been able to resist beginning to pack, so he took this opportunity to plop onto the couch and take a break.

It’s done. I just got off the phone with the Storm. Four years, 28 million.

Ian whistled. Nice.

I thought so, Derek answered with a laugh. I’ll fly to join you guys in Boston and sign the contract when I get there.

They don’t waste any time. We got here this morning. Luckily since it’s a short flight they let us stay overnight in Philly. The game is at five tomorrow since it’s a Sunday, by the way. I know you hate afternoon games, but you won’t have a choice about your Storm debut.

Derek grunted. He never played well unless the game took place at night; no doubt because he’d convinced himself he needed the same routine before every game.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you! I have good news, too."

Oh? What’s that?

I met someone. Her name is Haley, and I think she might be up for our...desires.

Derek snorted. You don’t need to hide it, dude. Say it with me—ménage.

Yeah, yeah. I always feel like my mom is going to hear.

Your parents live in Calgary. I don’t think voices carry that far.

Ian made a noise. I know. It’s just...the more I say it out loud, the more likely I’ll blurt it out somewhere I shouldn’t.

So tell me about this Haley. What makes you think she’d be interested in a ménage?

We’ve seen each other a couple of times, and I told her about you, Ian answered. I kind of hinted that we like to share, and she didn’t slap me or make a face. She actually looked, I dunno, intrigued.

Hmm. Sounds promising. His crotch stirred for what seemed like the first time in months.

She’s gorgeous. A few inches shorter than me, maybe five-six or so, curvy, pale skin and dark hair. She mentioned she’s Irish. Apparently, South Buffalo has a lot of them.

You make it sound like Irish people are exotic animals.

They are for me. At least a whole bunch of them in one place.

I wouldn’t lead with that if you meet her family, Derek said.

Meet her family? Perish the thought. We’re having fun.

Derek’s eyebrows shot up. How much fun?

Not too much. We’re taking it slow.

Slow? Seriously? What does that mean? He’d already begun to look forward to getting back together with Ian to double-team a willing woman. Disappointment briefly dulled