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Only when he was back out on the field did I exhale.

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Jazz

I stayed to watch the game. I didn’t know the rules, but I didn’t really care. My eyes were focused on Dante, even when he didn’t have the ball. He glided around the field with the physical presence of a battle ax. Always near the plays, lingering with quiet danger.

And then he struck. Throwing himself into a tackle, knocking the ball loose, picking it up and sprinting. He struck out with his free hand, stiff-arming opponents like a football running back. I was mesmerized.

After half an hour, I decided I’d seen enough. I made my exit while the players were on the far end of the field so Dante wouldn’t see me leave.

I thought about it all night. The way he looked in those tiny rugby shorts, the muscles in his thighs bulging with strength as he lunged and leaped and battled. I typically liked my men to be clean-cut. I had never really been attracted to grungy men who got dirty.

But holy crap, there was something so exhilarating about watching Dante move around the field. The only way I could have been more turned on is if I had visited anactualsex club.

“Damnit,” I muttered to myself.

When I got home, I stripped down to the lingerie and texted my two out-of-town lovers.

Me: I’m bored at home, wishing you guys were here for game night. Fair warning: the next message I send will include a semi-scandalous photograph.

Me: [photo attached]

Bash: Damnit. I’m still stuck at work. We’re deep into negotiations and trying to lock it down before we all break until morning, but I can tell it’s not going to happen.

Me: That’s extremely sad for you, which in turn is sad for me.

Aiden: GOD DAMNIT.

Me: What?

Aiden: I’m also stuck working late. And I really hate my job. Your text makes me want to quit.

Me: Don’t do that!

Aiden: Hear me out: if I quit my job and hop on a flight, I can be in that bedroom peeling off that lingerie with my teeth by breakfast.

Me: That’s VERY tempting. But you would regret it later. And besides, I can’t wait until tomorrow. I want both of you now.

Bash: Agreed on all counts. At the very least, I wish I were back in my hotel room so we could have some long-distance fun.

Me: I can wait up maybe?

Bash: As much as I want you to, I probably won’t be home before midnight.

Me: I will have lost my lady-wood by then.

Aiden: Maybe tomorrow night?

Bash: Yeah! Tomorrow night I should be free. Emphasis on should.

Me: It’s a date :-)

I tossed my phone aside. I didn’t want to have fun via Facetime. I wanted both of them here, right now, in the flesh. What was the point of having two lovers if they were gone at the same time?

I heard the familiar rumble of a motorcycle. I closed my eyes and pictured Dante pulling up his driveway and turning off his bike. I imagined him standing there for a few seconds, straddling the bike while he removed his helmet and gloves. He was probably still sweaty from the game underneath his protective bike clothes. I could stillfeelhis intense gaze when he realized I was wearing lingerie to the game.

Aiden and Bash were out of town. But Dante was here.

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