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As Megan and I returned to our seats, I knew I’d be the center of attention for a while longer, but now I didn’t care. If we could work through this, we could work through anything, and that meant we’d never have to go through anything alone ever again.

Chapter thirty-eight

Amelia

The game was a fantastic one, and we came out of it with a win, guaranteeing that the party the team was throwing would be one to remember, but there were four of us who wouldn’t be going to that party. Instead, my guys and I were going back to their place to have our own private celebration.

After we all showered. At least, I told them that was why I needed to stop at my room for a few minutes. I did shower, but the main reason I didn’t go straight to their place was the surprise I put on under my comfy sweats. I’d bought it while they were at those away games and I’d shoved it back into my dresser after things had gone to hell. Now, I was glad I hadn’t gotten rid of it.

Using the new key Logan had slipped into my pocket—they’d changed the locks after Megan told them about Jason having a key—I entered the apartment to find Logan on the couch and Ethan leaning against the back of it, both of them only wearing gray sweatpants.

“Fuck me,” I said softly.

But apparently not soft enough.

“Oh, we plan to.” Ethan grinned at me. “Come on, Ryan’s just finishing up because it was his turn to help this idiot.”

Logan flipped Ethan off and then took the offered hand to get to his feet. Or rather, foot.

“Are you okay to be…you know?” I asked.

“My cock works just fine.” Logan winked at me. “And I’ll be happy to prove it.”

“Don’t worry,” Ethan jumped in. “We worked out the logistics while we were waiting.”

We made our way back to Ryan’s bedroom just as he came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes heated the moment he saw me, and he took a step in my direction. When I held up a hand, he looked confused, but stopped.

“I wanted to get a shower, but I went back to my room to get something else too.” I pulled my shirt over my head and then yanked off my sweatpants, tossing both in the general direction of Ryan’s desk chair.

“Holy shit,” Ryan muttered, his eyes wide.

Logan sank down on the edge of the bed, the bright blue of his irises darkening with arousal.

“As much as I like you naked, I think you should keep that on, at least for the first round,” Ethan said, his gaze raking up and down my body with a weight I could practically feel.

I’d never liked the really fancy lingerie, which made this perfect. Sexy, but not elaborate. Dark blue sheer lace made up the tiny pair of panties and matching corset-style top, the latter of which displayed my breasts with more cleavage than I’d ever had. Criss-crossed ribbon went from the top to the bottom, the bow settling an inch above my belly button. Another set of ribbons ran down either side and they actually tied to the sides of my panties with bows that could easily come undone.

“Turn around,” Logan said hoarsely.

With a pleased smile, I did as he asked, slowly turning in front of them so they could see it from every angle, including the fact that the panties barely covered any of my ass. By the time I was facing them again, Logan had pushed himself further back on the bed so his legs stretched out in front of him as he half-reclined on a pile of pillows.

And his hand was already in his pants, moving over the considerable bulge there. Desire twisted my stomach and I wet my lips, already imagining the feel of him slipping into my mouth.

“On the bed,” Logan instructed, gesturing to the space between his legs. “You’re gonna suck me off for a bit, get me nice and wet, while the guys get you ready.”

He paused, clearly waiting for me to ask the question.

I didn’t disappoint. “Ready for what?”

Hands slid around my waist, calloused fingers skimming over the smooth skin of my stomach. Ryan’s voice was low as he answered, the sound rumbling through me.

“You’re going to take two of us at the same time.” He pressed his lips to the side of my neck and I tilted my head to give him better access.

Ethan took up the explanation from there. “Logan’s going to fuck your ass nice and slow while Ryan and I take your pussy.”

Butterflies took flight in my stomach at the picture Ethan’s words painted. Of course I’d thought about it before. No one seriously considered dating three men at the same time without having that particular scenario running through their mind at one point or another.

I nodded, knowing they wouldn’t go forward with their plan if I didn’t want it.

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