Page 46 of Breakaway

“It’s become clear to me and you that there’s no doubt that our two captains this year are Braden and Reese.”

The team clapped and cheered, pushing them both up. Their faces were red, but happiness poured out of both of them. I handed them the C’s, giving Reese a quick hug.

“Now, shower and celebrate your win. Just don’t do anything to get yourselves in trouble.”

The team laughed but promised they would behave. I headed out with Fletcher and Reed, and Molly and Reese went to their room. A pang of sadness hit me for Ana missing this game, but she was recovering at home, which was the important part.

“Amazing game, Baby Shaw.”

“It was, wasn’t it? The team really found their place together. It was beautiful to watch,” I said, emotion clogging my throat.

“You were beautiful to watch,” Reed said, crowding me against the locker. My breath hitched as I stared into his blue eyes. I licked my lips as my body heated, muddling my brain.

Reed swooped down, giving me a ferocious kiss as he poured everything he felt into it. Our tongues rolled with one another, Reed’s smooth mint presence settling into my bones. As always, Reed gave me a soft landing, being my strength.

“That’s it. I want a different job!” Dax said, startling me out of the kiss.

“What?” I asked, a little dazed as Reed pulled away.

I turned my head to take in my other boyfriend. His hair was down, the waves a mess around his head. Green eyes seared into me, hidden promises coating me as I held them. Dax stalked forward, ignoring the other two as he neared. His hands cupped my face as he gave me his own kiss.

Passion and fire whipped through me, tangled tongues and heat rolled through me as my pussy throbbed in tandem. Dax managed to stoke a fire in me, pushing me out of my head in his seductive way. He smirked when he broke the kiss, stepping back and adjusting himself.

“You’re quitting your job?” I asked, remembering what he’d said when he’d entered.

“No.” He scrunched up his face. “But I want something to do with the team. I’m sick of being in the stands when these two get to be with you here. I want to be included in this side of your life, Petal.”

I glanced at the other two and then back to Dax. He’d joked about this for a while now, and I’d taken it as his way to tease the guys. But as he stared at me, I saw the vulnerability that lay there. He felt left out on the outside of this huge thing the three of us shared.

I nodded when Fletcher lifted his eyebrow at me over Dax’s shoulder. Now was the right time.

“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing we got you this,” I said, reaching for the jersey Fletcher held out.

Dax blinked as he took in the Lux Blizzards’ hockey jersey with his name on the back. His eyes widened as he reached for it, his hands showing a slight tremble.

“You did this for me?” he asked, his voice quiet as he peered at the three of us.

“Yes, babe. I never meant for you to feel like you weren’t part of the team. You’re just as crucial to the guys and me, though they might not say it,” I teased.

Reed snorted, punching Dax in the shoulder as Fletcher wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

“Welcome to the team,” Fletch said.

Dax swallowed, lifting the jersey and placing it over his head in awe. It made me want to give him more things if he always responded this way. It seemed unlikely with the house he’d grown up in that he ever went without, but I knew that didn’t mean anything. His parents might’ve only given things they wanted, or they held loads of strings. This could very well be the first personal gift he’d ever received.

“If you want to be more involved as well, I could talk to Dmitry. We could always use another equipment manager or argue that you could help with Physical Therapy during the game.”

“Yes. I’ll accept whatever if it gets me out of the stands,” Dax answered eagerly.

“You might regret that,” Reed said, chuckling, but I could tell he wanted Dax closer too—their bro-rivalry was how they communicated they cared.

“Threatened?” Dax teased, proving my point.

And right on cue, Fletch stepped in, showing his Daddy energy even if he denied it.

“Come on. You guys can measure your dicks at home. Let’s grab some food and celebrate with our girl naked.”

“That seems unhygienic,” Dax retorted, his earlier fear vanished. Dax was like a puppy, I realized. He sometimes needed to be reassured that he was still loved and needed, wagging his tail excitedly when he did.

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