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“I know, but it’s late and…”
“Spit it out.”
“Do you think Reese is awake?”
“If that’s your way of asking if he can join us, then call him and find out. I’ll make you a warm drink to settle down with.”
I let out a sigh of relief, making that left turn to Quinton’s. “That… that sounds amazing. Thank you.”
Reese took longer to answer, and I felt guilty the second he did. “I woke you up; I’m sorry.”
“S’fine,” he mumbled, my stomach doing a flip at the sound of his sleep-laden voice. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah… I just wanted to see if you could join me at Quinton’s place.”
“What’s wrong, Mav?”
“Nothing, I promise. I just spent the evening with a newly-engaged Stetson, and it’s got me wanting my guys close—is that a problem?” I joked.
Reese paused, and I could practically hear the smile in his voice. The sheets rustled, and I heard a sleepy stretch. “Give me like… twenty minutes.”
An hour later, I laid in between both of my men. Reese—who’d hardly woken up enough to make the drive over—fell asleep again almost instantly and snored away on my chest. Quinton molded to my back, twisting my curls around his finger. I hovered in that state where I was aware, but not quite awake. Quinton kissed that sensitive spot below my ear, and I protectively tightened my arm around Reese. That was when I knew.
I was in love.
19
QUINTON
It was wellafter four in the morning before Maverick finally drifted off himself. For a long while, I just laid there and watched the two of them together. He held Reese close, one arm tight around him while the other hand rested on top of mine, which draped over his waist. I felt each rise and fall of his chest that came with every breath. Moonlight streamed in from the sheer curtains, playing over his tanned skin. His dark lashes fluttered, brushing his freckled cheekbones.
Reese hummed in his sleep, stealing my attention. God, he was just as beautiful. I don’t know how I hadn’t noticed it before. Yes, I could admit that he was attractive, but I’d never truly taken a moment to appreciate how…stunninghe was. He complimented Maverick perfectly, all lean muscle and lithe limbs fitting to Maverick’s physique like two pieces to a puzzle. As I watched, he shifted, stretching out a hand… and placing it right over mine and Maverick’s.
Damn, I didn’t think it would be possible that one person could have my heart, much less two.
I dozed off somewhere around sunrise, vowing to soak up every moment I could with those two.
I woke up before both boys the next morning. With a much needed off day ahead of us, I intended to let them sleep as long as they liked. Our next game would kick off the official start of the season, and they needed their rest.
When I came out of the shower, however, Maverick was wide awake. He held Reese in his arms, giving me a sleepy grin over the top of his boy’s head.
“Go back to sleep,” I told him. “You must be exhausted.”
“And leave you standing there looking like that?” A sleepy groan, and Maverick snaked a hand down his front to grasp the bulge between his muscular thighs. “Not a chance.”
I laughed, pulling some clothes from my dresser. “Well, since you’re awake, why don’t I take you out for coffee?” He glanced at the sleeping form in his arms, so I added, “He’ll be okay. We had our time together last night.”
Maverick carefully wiggled himself free. Other than displeased grunt from Reese, he stayed fast asleep, even snatching Maverick’s pillow and cuddling it close.
When Maverick stood and stretched his arms high above his head, the white sheet fell away and revealed what he’d gone to bed in: nothing but those dark green panties. The ones I now owned multiple pairs of because I thought they matched his eyes. They fit him like a glove, teasing at the globes of his ass and settling right below those dimples on his lower back. He turned around and blushed, having caught me staring. “Can I use the bathroom? Please?”
“Good girl,” I praised without even thinking. That flush across his cheeks deepened. I hadn’t expected him to ask first thing in the morning, but it gave me an idea. “Go ahead. Leave those panties on after. I want them under your clothes today.”
He tossed a sleepy grin over his shoulder as he sauntered into the bathroom. “Yes, Daddy.”
I’d underestimated what it would be like to stand next to Maverick in public knowing what he had on beneath those athletic shorts. I barely had the restraint to keep my hands off him. As we stood in line for our drinks, I no longer cared. I let my hand wander, grazing over his left ass cheek before I quickly shoved both hands in my pockets.
“Daddy…” he whispered, squirming.
